Day Two
Prompt: "Judgmental, much?"
Capella rushed down the aisle towards her sister, who had saved her a seat at the dining table in the Great Hall. She dropped her book bag on the floor and slid it under the bench with her foot before settling into her seat. She had been serving a short detention for Professor Sprout – for being late to class – and was relieved to find that the little Herbology teacher was a friendly woman who seemed to dislike giving detention as much as the students disliked serving it.
"I can't believe you already had a detention, Pell," Vega whispered. "We've only been at Hogwarts for a few weeks. What did Professor Sprout make you do? Was it horrible?" Vega scooted closer to her sister on the long bench and gazed up at her.
"I think Professor Sprout likes detentions as much as I do. She wouldn't make anyone do anything horrible." Capella laughed a little as she reached for the dish of potatoes in front of her sister. "She's really nice, I think she…"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen!" A loud voice interrupted Capella and she nearly dropped the dish she was holding.
Everyone in the Great Hall turned in unison towards the voice. Fred and George Weasley were standing in the doorway, muddy and grinning from ear to ear. Their broomsticks were slung casually over their shoulders and they looked proud of themselves.
"You're looking at the new Gryffindor beaters," Fred shouted as he and George took big, exaggerated bows. They started up the aisle, waving like royalty at the cheering Gryffindor students.
"The rest of you better watch out," George cried.
"We're gonna knock you right off your brooms," Fred shouted.
"Whether you play Quidditch or not," George concluded.
Capella snorted and turned away from the twins, reaching for another dish of food.
The twins stooped down near Capella, causing Vega to scoot away. Fred leaned over her right shoulder. "Have something to say, little bookworm?"
"Something you'd like to add to our acceptance speech?" George leaned over her left shoulder. Their faces were inches from hers and she could see their few freckles under the mud on their cheeks.
"Typical Gryffindors," Capella said with a shrug, not bothering to turn to face either one of them. "All brawn and no brains," she said with a sweet smile.
"Oh, ho, ho," chuckled Fred as she straightened up.
George rolled his eyes, "judgmental, much?"
Capella turned in her seat, a look of shock on her face. "Me, judgmental?" She let out a laugh. "You're the ones who think all Ravenclaws are bookworms and snobs," she cried indignantly and she stood up. "I may be smart," she said. "But at least I'm not the new Gryffindor beaters." She grunted like a monkey and let her arms swing at her sides, mocking the twins. She walked around in a circle, swinging her arms like an ape as she went. The students around her laughed.
"Well, look at me. I'm a Ravenclaw." Fred laughed as he mimed pushing glasses up higher on his nose and hoisted his pants up to his armpits. He let out a very fake guffaw and walked towards the doors, exaggerating his walk as he went. George laughed as Fred let out a fake snort.
"Morons," Capella muttered as she sat down again.
George laughed again and slid onto the bench next to Capella. "You're a feisty little mouse, aren't you?"
Capella muttered something profane under her breath as she leaned away from George. "Sorry, that seat's reserved for something who's IQ is higher than their shoe size," she said as she turned to face George. She flicked a dried clump of mud off the bench, a fierce look on her face and her dark blue eyes flashing angrily.
George snickered but held up his hands in defeat. "Testy." He stood and ran down the aisle towards the doors, where Fred was still pretending to be a Ravenclaw.
"Come brother," Fred cried in a loud voice. "We must have no fun and study all night."
Capella rolled her eyes again and turned back to her sister, who was hiding a smile behind her hands. "What's so funny?"
"You," Vega replied. Then she pointed towards the twins. "And them," she added.