So I realize that I didn't explain this story in the last chapter :) I was rushing out the door when I published it, so that's my excuse for the time being :)

Anywhoozles, it's about five friends (me and my four, in fact) named Kenzie Thorne (see profile), Eryn Winters (see profile), Annabelle Hawkins, Sam Calloway, and me, Rose Carson. We are all exceptionally different with small similarities, yet somehow we make it work out :) cause we bffls!

We all kinda have our little crushes on HP characters (seeing as Eryn, Kenzie, and I are hugeass HP nerds). Mine is Ron, Kenzie's is Draco, and Eryn's is Harry. Lol um Annabelle doesn't really read, but she likes the sound of Blaise Zabini, and Sam is with Neville, cause they're opposites.

And I'm happy that so many people are interested in this. So I shan't take up any more of your time! Read on!

Kenzie woke to a warm sun peaking through the windows. She peaked open an eyelid, letting it fill her being with it's sweet heat, until she finally felt the urge to leave the sanctuary. Throwing her legs over the edge of the mattress, she rose, stretching in the process, and slipped her feet into a pair of tall gray and white striped slipper boots.

She took a quick look in the mirror, finding her reflection to be what was expected. Brown-blonde hair a mess, having stayed in the bun from last night. Blue eyes slightly sleepy, yet awakening more with each second. Body clothed in a black Alice in Wonderland tee reading SMILE with the Cheshire cat on it, along with a pair of black shorts. All in all, she could look better, though her friends would disagree.

Leisurely, she walked down the hall, deciding to eat something. The staircase led directly to the main hallway, off of which was the living room which connected to the dining room. She wasn't surprised to find Annabelle, Eryn, and Sam already sitting there, or that the clock read nine-thirty in the morning. Sitting down, she pulled a piece of toast off the plate and into her mouth.

"Morning," she mumbled sleepily through the slightly burnt bread. The others nodded, mulling over their cereal. It was then that Kenzie noticed a can of fruit medley and a can opener lying in the middle of the table.

Snatching it up before anyone else could, she quickly opened the can, stuck her spoon in, and grinned at the taste. A can of fruit was possibly one of her favourite breakfasts. The other girls rolled their eyes.

"You know I love you, but you are really weird," Eryn commented pointedly. Kenzie shrugged, and took another mouthful of fruit.

They remained quiet for a short while, thinking about the day ahead. It was September 1st. The day they'd all leave Annabelle's beautiful home where they'd stayed for all of August and go to Hogwarts. They're real home. Of course, as it was nine-thirty, the girls should've been getting ready to leave, packing and whatnot. But they'd never been very good at doing what they were told.

"Where's Rose?" Annabelle suddenly piqued up, looking curiously around. Sam shrugged.

"Probably still asleep," she replied nonchalantly. "Lazy."

"Well, we have to get her up," Eryn prompted. They looked at her like she was insane. "What?"

"Do you poke a sleeping dragon with a stick?" Kenzie asked as though Eryn were three years old. The latter girl shook her head slowly. "Then you've just answered your own question."

"But -"

"We are not waking Rose up. She'll murder us and feed our scraps to one of Hagrid's pets!" Annabelle hissed. "I don't want to die that way!"

"Oh, grow up!" Eryn snapped. "She isn't going to kill us! She'd kill anyone else who woke her, but not us. She loves us too much." Everyone eyed her sceptically, and were soon enough shoved back upstairs to Rose's guest room.

She was lying on her belly beneath twenty comforters, two pillows propped under her head. Light snores, so quiet that you'd miss them if you mad any sound yourself, elicited from the lump beneath the mass of sheets. Eryn slowly crept in, the others following her in a line. She gave a quick look-over of the mess, took a deep breath, and pounced.

Rose groaned loudly, and merely shoved the blankets over her body. However, this caused said blanket to be yanked out from under Eryn, making her tumble onto the floor. Sam stifled a laugh.

"Told you she'd have her revenge," she giggled. Eryn grumbled, stood up, and stripped Rose of her blankets. She quickly cradled herself into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest. She shivered violently in only a shirt and shorts.

"Time to get up, lazy ass!" Kenzie sighed, dropping down next to her. Rose groaned louder and repeatedly. Kenzie rolled her eyes. "Shut it. Now get up and get dressed."

Eryn swept the mess of blonde hair from Rose's face to see her sleepy eyes. A sound of fake pity escaped her lips, to which Rose slapped her stomach.

"Get up! Get dressed! Brush your teeth! Brush your hair! Then get down the stairs and get the hell in the car!" Annabelle ordered. All four girls helped shove Rose into a sitting position.

"But I don't wanna!" she whined loudly.

"Don't care," they all said in unison.

And so Rose was thrown into a chair while the other girls ran out and locked the door until she was decent. She growled loudly before deciding to just go along with their plan. She would have to get up sooner or later.

"Done?" Kenzie asked, knocking lightly. Rose opened the door - which was barricaded on the outside, even though the door opened inwardly - and finished braiding her hair. Kenzie smiled. "Lovely."

Grabbing hold of her trunks, Rose made her way down the staircase, dropping them near everyone else's. Most of the girls were staring ahead, bored, waiting for Annabelle to exit the bathroom.

"Hurry up!" Rose screamed down the hall, still in a bad morning mood. Surprisingly, Annabelle exited, looking fairly okay with her appearance. They all looked into the large mirror on the wall.

"God, I hate this skirt," Sam mumbled, fixing the hem of the aforementioned jean skirt. Eryn rolled her eyes.

"Then why'd you wear it?" she snapped. They all began to move to the car waiting to pick them up, driven by Annabelle's mother. Stuffing their shit in the back (which was magically enlarged), their quickly climbed inside, getting comfortable.

The drive to King's Cross was quiet enough. No one really had much to say. They were all too antsy thinking about the coming year. And their endeavour to seduce a bunch of unwilling assholes.

"Do we have to -" Sam was cut over by everyone else's glares, to which she leaned farther into the cushion of the seat.

All were thankful to exit the crowded vehicle, even with magical enhancements in space. They practically fell onto the pavement and grabbed their bags out of the back. Thanking Annabelle's mom, they headed towards the train station.

"God, I forgot how much I love trains," Rose sighed, breathing deeply. In the process, she caught a whiff of a nearby café. "Can I get a coffee?"

"What time is it?" Sam asked, looking at the towering face reading Roman numerals.

"Ten forty-five," Kenzie informed. Rose tossed her stuff on the ground and raced to the dead café. Kenzie rolled her eyes.

"I don't think she can properly function without coffee in the morning," she commented casually. Three minutes later, Rose arrived back, holding her heaven in a mug. She passed it under everyone's noses, making Kenzie gag.

"I fucking love coffee," Rose murmured, taking a sip.

"We know, not get your ass on the train! Or we won't make it to Hogwarts!" Eryn chastised, and they all hurried.

They did, in fact, arrive, and with four minutes to spare. Each girl boarded the train after the other, and began to look for an empty compartment.

Of course, having arrived with only four minutes to spare, it was a lost battle before it even began. Every single compartment was filled, and if not filled, held quite a number of people, too many for all five of them to be able to sit together. It finally came down to the last straw, the one they really didn't want to draw.

"Looks like we're gonna have to split up," Eryn sighed. "Rose and I will go to one that held Harry, Ron, and Hermione -"

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Kenzie chuckled, elbowing Annabelle, who laughed as well. Eryn glared spitefully.

"Yeah, it'll give you both a chance to work your guys a bit," Sam giggled.

"Go suck Kenzie's dick with Brussels sprouts," Rose hissed. "The dick that she don't have." Eryn and her quickly wandered off, leaving Annabelle, Kenzie, and Sam to finish giggling.

"Well, Sam and I will head off in that direction, too," Annabelle sighed. "You'll be okay alone, right?" Kenzie nodded.

"I'll be fine. Just mourning the fact that my friends ditched me." She wiped away fake tears, making her friends roll their eyes.

"Kay, love you! See you at Hogwarts!"

Kenzie dragged her suitcase towards the only train cars left: Slytherin. Her House.

She really dreaded the people whom were placed with her. They were all the same: power-hungry, unkind, lowlife dipshits who loved more than anything to cause others pain, especially if they gained something from it. She was placed in Slytherin for some reason beyond her. Maybe because, as all her friends told her, she was exceptionally clever, and good at getting what she wanted.

Although in Rose's opinion, she didn't resemble a graceful, slithering snake. More of an awkward, clumsy tortoise who rolled on his shell and couldn't go back upright. Just lying there, flailing his little arms and legs about pathetically.

Yes, Rose truly loved Kenzie.

She shimmied past numerous filled compartments, unable to find one she was able to slide into inconspicuously. It wasn't until she reached near the very back of the last car that she came across a place only holding three people.

Except, she hated those three people. The first was small, shorter than Kenzie herself, with a black bob and a pug-like face. The second was black, his hair shaved close to his head, and a scowl permanently on his face. The last was her most hated enemy, with platinum blonde hair, and gray eyes.

"Shit," she groaned.

I'm lovely in the mornings, no? So, there we are. Review? I'll sic Kenzie and Eryn on you!