This is sort of a Chapter 4.5 really. I just got excited and posted the first half of this chapter already... Please read, enjoy, review and partake in cuddles. Have a good day.
Chapter 4.5 (well technically 5, but shut up)
Phoenix:
Phoenix had spent most of the feast talking about muggle music with a third year who was sitting beside him. Just when he thought he had gotten away from muggle talk. At least the boy was nice and understood his dislike of the Black Eyed Peas.
He hadn't realized how tired he was until he was following Pricilla (a sixth year Gryffindor prefect) up to Gryffindor tower. She was nattering on about rules as they walked. Rather than listening to the rules Phoenix was trying to make a mental note of how to get to the tower as they went with the others up another set of stairs and around a corner. Pricilla stopped in front of a portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress.
"Mollycoddle" the prefect said, and the portrait swung open. They walked through a rather comfy looking common room which was buzzing with the expected start of term excitement.
The prefect pulled out a list, "Alright boys, so, Aubrey, Flannery, Lupin, and Thompson you're up that way. And girls- so Bagby, Ellis, Finnigan, Lennox and Wiggins, you lot are up that way. Alright? All your trunks should already be up there."
After an evening of milling around in the common room talking to the other first years, Phoenix followed his roommates up to their room he began to think. What if his roommates didn't like him? Or what if they snored and he wouldn't be able to sleep for the next seven year? Or what if one of them tried to steal all his things? Or what if one of them was some sort of crazy ax murderer just waiting to strike… though that would be a bit silly, they were wizards after all, and he doubted a wizard would bother with an ax when wands are a lot less messy.
His things were at the bed closest to the door; at least he could make a hasty retreat, right?
"Phoenix, right?" he turned and saw Lupin boy smiling at him.
"Yeah. It's Lupin, right?" he felt awkward forgetting the boy's first name, even though the other boy didn't seem to be the least bit bothered by it.
"Yep." Lupin smiled at him… was that boy always smiling? "I like your name where's it from?"
"My parents?" Phoenix wasn't sure how to respond to the question, but judging from the laughter that response was wrong.
"Nice one, but really." The Aubrey boy was still giggling. What was the Aubrey boy's name again? Why was he so bad with names? Right, his name…
"I was born on May 2, my parents said that it was the day the wizarding world began to rise out of the ashes after the war. It's kind of a silly name." Phoenix was blushing so much that his cheeks nearly matched his hair.
"You were really born on May 2? 1998?" Aubrey said.
"Yeah…" he knew that people always had something to say about that.
Aubrey looked at him with a sort of uncalled for admiration, "That's so cool."
"What was May 2?" the brown haired boy whose name Phoenix couldn't remember spoke up. He had to have been a muggle born.
"It was the end of the war, the battle of Hogwarts, the fall of Voldemort…" Aubrey said, even though the boy still looked very confused. "You know who?"
"Who?" The brown haired boy didn't seem to have any clue.
"You don't know about Voldemort?" Phoenix was now certain that the boy was a muggle born.
"Let's not ruin our first night here by talking about that." Lupin piped up, there was something in those blue eyes that Phoenix couldn't read, but told him it was best to drop the subject.
"Probably a good idea." said Aubrey.
"But I want to know." The boy piped up.
"No you don't, Sawyer… I promise." Lupin assured the boy- Sawyer. The four of them all looked around
Sawyer must have seen what Phoenix had because he promptly dropped the subject. Awkward silence ensued.
"Do you want to see something cool?" Lupin said trying to end the deafening silence. Of course all the boys jumped on the opportunity.
The boy smiled as his wavy dark mane waivered and changed to a clean brown cut. His eyes turned from a stunning blue to an honest brown. Facial features rearranged and changed in size and shape until coming to rest.
"Bloody hell…" Sawyer was looking at a slightly lankier version of himself. "How did you do that?"
"It must have been some sort of ployjuice potion…" Aubrey looked at the replica Sawyer.
Lupin smiled, "Guess again."
The boy's features changed again to mirror the blonde haired Aubrey.
"He's a Metamorphmagus…" Phoenix looked at the second, grinning, Aubrey.
"Ding, ding, ding! Other Aubrey, get this boy a licorice wand!" The second Aubrey was practically glowing with excitement.
"I'm going to guess a Metamorphmagus is someone who can change their appearance?" Sawyer said, still looking a little shocked.
"Yeah. It's really rare though." Phoenix said.
"Well what do you actually look like?" Sawyer seemed a bit troubled by this.
"It's something like this." Teddy turned back to how he looked to begin with.
"This is great," Aubrey said, "Think of all the trouble you can get away with!"
"We can pull so many pranks!" Lupin had mischievous look on his face.
"The possibilities are endless," Sawyer's face lit up.
"This will be the best year ever." Aubrey smiled.
Holly:
Holly had begun unpacking her trunk and arranging her things somewhat. The other girls were doing the same, chatting casually as they did so.
"That Lupin boy is cute, eh Pam?" the pretty blonde girl said to the blonde girl with the beaky nose- Pam, Holly assumed.
"I didn't notice." You could practically hear the blush in the girl's voice… She had noticed.
"Do you fancy Lupin?" the pretty girl called Ashley Lennox said.
Holly tried very hard not to laugh. Ashley and Pam were cousins, and had spent the whole evening talking to each other. She didn't recall either of them even talking to Teddy at any point in the evening.
"I don't know. I haven't really talked to him." Finally some sense Holly thought.
"He's cute, and he was checking you out, Pam" said the dark haired Stephanie Bagby as she came to sit on the edge of Ashley's bed. "Are you friends with him, Holly?"
Holly just wished that she wouldn't get dragged into this, but she turned to the other girls. "I just met him this morning, but he seems nice."
"I was talking to him for a bit, he's a Chudley Cannons fan, unfortunately." said Quinn Finnigan, as she continued to rummage through her trunk.
"I know, I can't believe he's a Cannons fan. Puddlemere United all the way!" Holly hoped to God, Quinn was also a fan of Puddlemere.
"Puddlemere? They're alright, I'm one for the Kenmare Kestrels myself." Quinn was grinning.
"Oh you Irish." Both Holly and Quinn burst out laughing, much to the confusion of the other three girls sitting across the room.
"Back to the matter at hand here," Ashley piped up, "Do you think Lupin's cute?"
Holly shot her the best you're a crazy bitch look.
"He seems alright, though I could never date a Cannons fan." Quinn began to laugh and Holly couldn't help but join her.
"…What do the Cannon's do that's so bad?" Pam looked a bit confused by the Quidditch jokes.
"Their motto's "Let's all just keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best" if that doesn't help you figure it out, I don't know what will. They've been on a hundred year losing streak, they're just terrible." Holly said, trying to keep from laughing.
"How can a team lose for a hundred years? All you have to do is score a few times and catch a stupid snitch and there, you've won." Ashley obviously didn't understand the complexities of the most popular sport in wizarding history.
Quinn launched into a long rant on the complexities of the game and how various teams used different strategies. Holly tried to add in bits of information, even though after about ten minutes she could tell the other three girls could really care less.
After about twenty minutes Stephanie put on a big, fake yawn before declaring that she was going to bed. Pam and Ashley quickly followed suit, pulling their curtains closed. Quinn and holly gave each other a knowing look, trying hard to hold back the fits of laughter.
"G'night Wiggins"
"Good night Finnigan."