Well, here goes the story!

Title: Yourself

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. J.K. Rowling does. You own your own characters.

Slytherin Table:

Half-Blood Rebecca McNeil turned heads as her heeled black boots echoed through the Great Hall, taking her seat at her respectful house table. "Where've you been?" Her best friend Yaribelle asked, flicking her short brown bangs to the other side of her face. "Breakfasts nearly over, I woke you up an hour ago." She added, jabbing her fork into a small pancake and stuffing it in her mouth. "And the game's only in a half hour. Honestly, girl, what happened to you?" She chewed, raising an eyebrow. Yaribelle was the seeker for the Slytherin team.

"Fell back asleep." Rebecca answered, piling her plate up as fast as she could. She was the keeper. Yaribelle rolled her soft emerald eyes, and landed them on Blaise Zabini, who sat across from her. She gave him a secret smile, and he sheepishly grinned back, not getting her intention. "Did I miss anything?" Rebecca asked, pushing a strand of her red/black hair behind her ear.

"You're the keeper, you should be the first one up...and nothing, but Stellan's disgusting eating..." Yaribelle turned her nose up at the third year boy, watching as he stuffed food down his throat. The brown haired thirteen year old was like a bottomless pit. "And Liam's burping." She added, looking at one of her best friends since childhood.

Liam J. Sarabia had light brown hair and eyes, and just a bit of stubble growing on his chin. He gave her a charming smile, and let another burp slip through his lips. "Gross." Yaribelle laughed, faking a disgusted expression.

"Oh, you love it." He grinned, his thick Arabic accent dripping heavily. Beside him, Stellan D. Macnamara sat quietly, pushing his plate away from him.

"Yeah, that was really good." He smiled, patting his stomach. The third year then took out a peice of parchment and quil, and began to scribble onto it with his chicken scratch.

"Well, come on. We've got a game to get ready for." Yaribelle ushered, getting up from her seat. Rebecca rolled her eyes, reluctantly getting up. They left with a chorus of good-byes from their group of friends, and a burp from Liam.

Gryffindor:

"Morning, lovely." Fred Weasley smiled, taking his seat next to Lily Flynn at the Gryffindor table. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before beggining to pile food onto his plate. It was Lily's and Fred's last year at Hogwarts. George soon joined the couple. "Oi, Georgy. Look's like you've got yourself an admirer." Fred smirked, looking down the table. George moved his eyes in the direction of his brothers, and saw a small red-headed girl blush and look away from him.

"Oh, that's Jeslyn Black. That's Sirius's daughter." George whispered to Lily, trying to clear things up for her. "She's been in love with me since she first came here. Can't blame her. I am better looking than Fred is." George shrugged, shoveling eggs into his mouth. "Oi, Walker!" George called out, motioning to the girl that had just walked into the Great Hall. Alicia Walker smiled wamrly at the table of Gryffindors, and made her way over there. She looked at George expectantly. "I'm going to need you to cover for me this game." He said.

She isntantly started to beam. Quidditch was one of her favorite sports. "Sure thing, George!" She grinned, patting his head. "What about you, Fred? Should I tell Val that you'll be sitting this one out too?" She asked, sipping some pumpkin juice that wasn't hers. Fred nodded. Alicia quickly grabbed her hair and put it back in a messy bun, and began to walk over to where Valentina De Luca was sitting. "Hey, Val. You and I this game, ok?" She said, smiling down at the bright red head. "Oh, hey Jeslyn. Hugh." Alicia waved, just noticing the two other Gryffindors. They waved back shyley. "Don't eat so fast, Hugh. You're gonna throw up." She pointed out, staring as Hugo Ceres threw more and more food into his mouth. She rolled her eyes. "Pig..."

"Ok, great. So, i'll meet by the Quidditch Pitch in about fifteen minutes? To get warmed up?" Valentina asked. Alicia nodded, heading back up to her dormitory to change.

"Like...do you reckon he notices me?" Jeslyn asked, staring at George once more. Hugo rolled his eyes, wiping his mouth wth a napkin. "What? It could happen. I've seen it before." Jeslyn retorted, shrugging her shoulders and picking at her toast. Her red hair danced around her shoulders in little ringlets.

"As if. The only person who has a chance with him is Rebecca McNeil, and that's only because she can have any guy she wants." He answered straight forward, causing Jeslyn to wipe away any thoughts of George Weasley.

"We should go change." Valentina concluded, pushing her plate away. She and Alicia were the back up beaters. Hugo, Jeslyn, and Lily were Gryffindor's chasers. With that, the three of them left the Great Hall.

Ravenclaw:

Crystal Hawthorn almost had dipped her blonde/blue hair into her morning poridge while she stared at her close friend, Alex Talin, from across the table. "Looking at something, Crystal?" Her purple haired friend, Hayden Kore, asked, raising a knowing eyebrow. Crystal shook her head furiously, blushing. "Uh huh." Hayden smirked, taking a sip from her pumpkin juice.

"Uh oh, look out. Here comes the witch bitch..." Arya grimaced, looking down at her plate and away from the approaching figure. Rebecca McNeil looked at the table of Ravenclaws, sneered, and made her way upstairs. "She needs to get over herself." Arya muttered, rolling her eyes. "Being too proud can be a bit...obnoxious." She added. She ran a hand through her albino white hair, revealing her vibrant purple eyes. "Where's Raven, do you think?" She asked.

"I reckon he's getting ready for the match. He's keeper after all. Which means Hayden and I should probably be getting ready as well." Crystal shrugged, still looking at the feather haired Alex. He didn't talk much, but he was a sweet boy, and he was easy to accustomed to. Crystal and Hayden were the two Ravenclaw beaters. Crystal was the youngest beater there was in almost two decades, only in her second year. Hayden, being in her fourth, was one of the most skilled that had come along in a while. "We'll see you later, alright Arya? You're not coming to game, by any chance, are you?" Crystal asked, taking a last bite of her eggs before getting up from her seat, Hayden following. Arya looked a ther skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "Right, you don't like Quidditch." Arya shrugged at her friends failed attempt to coax her outside.

The two girls left. "You should go, it's not a very nice day, and it'll do you some good." Alex muttered shyly, those being the first words he had said in weeks. He grabbed his scarf from the table, and got up from his seat, wrapping it around his neck and leaving the Great Hall. Arya bit the inside of her lip, and made a desicion in her mind. Just then, Raven came strolling to the Ravenclaw table, his deep black hair slightly pushed back.

"Morning, Arya. Just stopping by to grab some toast before the match. Wish me luck?" He asked, smiling brighter than ever. Arya smiled reasurringly, nodding. "Thank you." He grinned back, picking up a peice of toast. He ruffled her light hair before making his way back out, winking to Luna Lovegood along the way, who waved to him shyly. "Morning, Luna." He charmingly smiled, flicking some hair out of his eyes.

I hope you liked the first chapter!