"No, Mum! " one of the girls responded, nervously nibbling her thumbnail.
The face at Harriets left rose up to reveal a boy. As Harriet saw, his now flushing face was a garden of freckles. His hair was wilder than that of Freida and Georgias, a mass of curls only wilder with sleep. He wore a pair of baggy red pajamas.
"I-I-I was just -" the boy stammered nervously.
"Are you Ginny? "Harriet asked.
He bolted from the room, nearly colliding with a taller girl. She had longer hair, tamed into plaits. She was wearing a uniform, a gray sweater with a symbol of a lion on the right side, white blouse, charcoal gray skirt and pure white stockings. She looked a bit pompous.
"I hope you all arent disturbing her. Mother did find her asleep in the garden." The girl crossed her arms.
"Oh, come off it, Percia. "Freida said, narrowing her eyes in loathing. The three girls began shouting at one another.
"Where are my glasses? "Harriet mumbled. They turned to her, having forgotten she was still there.
"Er..um..here." Freida said, handing Harriet the glasses.
Harriet had barely blinked away the spots in her vision when the older girl shoved the twins away.
"Percia Ignatia Weasley. 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and soon to be a prefect. "Percia said proudly, grinning and flashing a badge that Harriet had not seen, ingraved with a large .
"Shove off, you three! I heard Mum coming upstairs! " A fourth girl poked her head in, her hair in a ponytail hanging out of a backwards black hat.
Footsteps were coming toward the staircase. "Whoo! Thanks, Brianna! "Georgia said as the three of them promptly ran off.
Mrs. Weasley, a tall, slightly wide woman with wild red hair like her daughters, walked in holding a mug.
"Morning, dear. Oh, where did you get that awful scar-" said concernedly, putting the mug in Harriets hands and holding back Harriets fringed bangs.
Then, revealed was the lightning bolt scar that made Harriet famous in a world other than her own.