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Chapter Twenty Two – How to Be Awesome In A Compartment With A Group Of Weird People Who Are Related To You
Basically... Just be yourself. You are beautiful no matter what they say, and words can't bring you down, and all that JAZZ! I shall now proceed to relate a (hopefully) hilarious anecdote of my time aboard the Hogwarts Express, steaming through the delightful countryside home to London (and then onto Shell Cottage.)
HA I SAID SOMETHING LIKE A STEREOTYPICAL POSH PERSON IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY! Cough up boys.
"BONJOUR!" I yelled, bursting into the compartment where Victoire, Teddy Loops, Louis, Hugo and Lucy all sat. They jumped and stared at me.
"What?"
"Is that anyway to greet your favourite sister?" I said, sitting down next to Louis and ruffling his hair. He growled at me.
"Dom, we all know I'm his favourite sister," Victoire said, her eyes twinkling, from the corner.
"Then there's only one way to settle this."
"Asking me?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, silly. Rock paper scissors. Three, two, one –"
Tori and I rock-ed, paper-ed, scissors-ed and I WON! Bwahaha.
"I'm Lou' s favourite sister! Woooooh!"
"Did someone give you chocolate frogs or something?" Teddy asked, sounding amused.
"Roxi," I nodded seriously.
"Roxi has chocolate frogs?" Lucy ran out of the compartment, yelling for her cousin. Our cousin.
We're going home for Christmas, going home for Christmas, going home for Christmas!
Hugo pushed Louis off his seat and sat next to me.
"McGonagall gave us holiday homework," he whined.
"Aw," I said, sympathetically. "If it makes you feel better, she didn't give us any."
"How would that make us feel better?" Louis asked, as Hugo looked confused."
"You can rest safe in the knowledge that I am having fun while you are slaving away over –" I pulled the half finished essay out of Hugo's hands and read the title. "Transfiguring your rat."
"Urrrrrrrrgh," Hugo agreed.
"Get out of my seat, Weasley," Louis said, pulling Hugo off it.
"You're a Weasley too – AAAAAAGH HELP ME!"
"Louis, don't tickle Hugo, and Dom, can't you control them?"
"I am not a control freak," I reminded my sister, miming throwing up at the sickening sight of her and Teddy Loops holding hands and staring all lovingly into each other's eyes. GROSS GROSS GROSS. "I think it's time we cut in?" I whispered to my little brother/cousin/thing. (What? I'm not sure Louis is entirely human... I mean, apart from the veela thing we both have going. Cos... Yeah... I'm going to stop talking before this gets awkward for the both of us... )
Hugo sat on Teddy's lap, and Louis flung his arms round Victoire. I sat next to her and started plaiting her hair.
Allow me to explain something here. Teddy graduated last year, but he wanted to become a teacher, so he's coming back to get work experience. So this is probably the first time alone Vicky and him have had all year. Which might be why they're glaring at us and Teddy is making slashing motions across his neck at me – the Criminal Mastermind, ha eat your hearts out James and Fred.
Speak of the devil. James and Fred sauntered into the compartment. Do they ever just walk? Do they know how?
"Dom! There you are! We've been looking everywhere."
"We even checked the Slytherin compartment. It got bad in there."
They nodded seriously, and I frowned at them.
"Why would I be in the Slytherin compartment?"
"Your –"
"The Egg." James cut in, giving Fred a look.
"Him."
"You're so strange," I said, ruffling their hair.
"The Egg?" Teddy asked, leaning forward, his hair slowly turning purple. Did you know purple was the colour of confusion? No. Neither did I.
"Scorpius Malfoy," Fred growled.
"Dom's boyfriend," Hugo explained. Teddy looked at me, his eyes laughing.
"My little girl's all grown up!" he said, hugging me tightly.
"Teddy you're – killing me!" I flopped back onto the seat and pretended to be dead for about half an hour while my family sang Christmas carols.
They obviously care so much for me.
"Hey Dom, where's Gorilla?" Hugo asked me, a few minutes after I'd given up being dead and was now simply proof reading his essay like the lovely cousin I am.
"Yeah, where is he? I thought this carriage was too sane," Victoire commented, looking at me reading, Hugo hanging upside down from the luggage racks, and James, Fred and Louis playing Exploding Snap in the corner seats.
"He's asleep in the other compartment," I explained. "With Roxi and Lucy and Molly and some other people."
"Where're Kayla and Sophie then?" James asked, tilting his head back to look at me.
"Why?" I demanded. "Are you a psycho out to kill them?"
"No, I was just wondering."
"They're with the Puff."
"The Puff?" Fred said. "The one by the lake?"
"That Puff," I agreed.
"We really need to learn her name."
"Isn't it a guy?"
"It has long hair," Fred argued.
"Guys can have long hair!" James protested. "Look at Louis!"
"Louis is a veela. He doesn't count."
"OI!" Louis threw the nearest thing at them. Luckily it wasn't Hugo, because the last time one of us threw a cousin it didn't end very well...
"No 'fence meant, dude!"
"How was 'he doesn't count cos he's a veela' not offensive?"
"Cos... I didn't mean it like that," Fred said, looking horrified.
"I am not going to talk to you," Louis said, turning around in his seat so he couldn't see them, and so quitting the game.
I rolled my eyes at them.
"Smooth guys."
"Sorry Louis," they chorused, looking abashed. Then James' pack of cards exploded in his hands, singeing his eyebrows and making us all laugh. So I suppose he forgave them.
So this didn't really have much to do with Christmas, but I will be using grilbubble7991's idea in the next chapter which I WILL post this week. (Guys you have to remind me or I'll forget :/) Reviews make me happy!