A/N: new chappie up! YAY! Please please pleeeeeaaaaase review! It would make me very happy! ~ love seth's imprintee
Dessa pov
It was my first year at school and I was nervous as hell. I didn't know anybody very well, more like not at all. And to top it off, I'm muggle-born. So, I had no idea what to do. Luckily, at that moment, I noticed, okay heard a red-headed lady yelling for her sons to get on the train, while simultaneously telling the small boy why he couldn't go to Hogwarts. After I heard that, I perked up just a little. "FRED!" she yelled frowning, "GEORGE! Where are you two!" "Coming Ma!" two voices shouted, just behind me. As they ran past, I saw double, and one bumped into me. He turned halfway around and shouted sorry over his shoulder as his twin yanked him to his mother. I picked myself up to grab my stuff, which had miraculously escaped the redheads' wrath, and followed them until they ran into a brick wall and disappeared. What am I supposed to do now? I thought, Oh well, I can at least try it… I ran headfirst with my trolley in front of me, bracing for the impact… that never came. I opened my eyes to see a shiny and beautiful scarlet train with the words Hogwarts Express in gold lettering on the side. I snapped out of my stunned state when I felt two arms go around my shoulders. "Well, hello again lovely!" the twin to my right said. "Didn't we run into you at the station awhile ago?" asked the one to my left. I could only nod a reply, I was so shocked. They both shot me a grin and the left one said, "I'm sorry! Me an George'll help you with your bags, as a sorta an apology, yeah?" "I guess…" I said nervously. "So…" said the first one, "I guess I'll make the introductions. This clumsy bloke in Fred, and me, the good-looking one, would be George." Said George cheekily. I grinned while Fred snapped, "I'm not clumsy George!" I supplied with an, "It was an accident – I'm fine." Fred smiled at me. "So what's your name?" he asked. "We told you ours." "My name is Iridesence, but all my friends call me Dessa." George smirked at me. "So we can call you Dessa, right?" he asked. "I guess," I said warily. "George and Fred then took my trolley and escorted me to the train. Fred then took my trolley to the luggage car and George dragged me to a a compartment. Great! I thought now I gotta sit with 'em. George was chattering to people he saw on the way there and picked up a friend named Lee Jordan. "Hey guys!" He said. "Lee!" George shouted. He held out a hand for a high five. Lee then grabbed it, and turned it into a bro hug. "How are you doing man?" Lee asked. Fred came in and George grinned. "So Lee," he said, "Have you met our Dessa?" Fred shot him a look that I couldn't decipher, so I turned and smiled at Lee. He grinned and said "Echantee belle, I'm Lee Jordan" as he kissed my knuckles. He seemed to be a nice guy, in a pair of green, yellow, and red Converse, (A/N: YAY! Brazil soccer colors!) and a colourful Rasta cap, hiding a copious amount of cornrows. He had light African skin and dark cocoa eyes. I smiled and said, "Lee, I think that we well be great friends."