Fred stared at the young first year that had just burst into his compartment. She had fluffy, curly hair and large front teeth. Her eyes sparkled with life despite the fact that her face was all business.
“Well?” Fred was thrust back into reality by the girl’s bossy, high pitched voice. He grinned disarmingly at her,
“Sorry, can’t help you.” He replied. The girl rolled her eyes and flounced out. Fred turned to see his twin, George, and best mate, Lee, looking at him.
“If that is how you reacted I’d love to see young Ronald’s face when he sees her.” George snickered.
“Yeah, but she is more Ronnie’s speed…you know, being young clueless and all.” Lee chuckled well naturedly. Fred smiled and laughed along with them, making jokes about the first years but somehow he couldn’t shake the feeling that this particular girl was special.
Hermione sat back at her carriage, a blush creeping up her face. The boy she had seen a few carriages back had surprised her. He had striking ginger hair and eyes that lit up when he smiled. His face was filled with energy as was his entire being. His hands seemed to be constantly tapping and, until she had walked in, his eyes had been flitting about. Hermione didn’t want to kid herself by thinking that he had paid her too much attention but he had seemed a little…out of it when she had walked in. But he was a third year, plus, Hermione couldn’t let a boy distract her from the mountains of knowledge Hogwarts was sure to hold.
Dinner sat before Hermione but she couldn’t seem to eat. She was in Gryffindor and the boy from the train was sat across from her, laughing and joking with Ron and Harry. Hermione remained silent until the boy tossed a roast potato in her direction, yelling above the din,
“Lads, would you look here! Someone isn’t eating!” The hall fell silent. Hermione felt herself go bright red but she remained calm. This boy and his friends were all sat around her and were like animals eating. Professor Dumbledore looked upon her kindly and said,
“I think we may have a little debate on our hands Mr. Weasley. Why do you think that she should eat?” The boy, a Weasley, stood up,
“Well certain persons have taken the time to make this food and she is being rude and unappreciative by not eating.” A murmur of agreement resounded around hall. Dumbledore turned from the Weasley to Hermione.
“What is your reply to Fred, Hermione?” Hermione almost didn’t reply until she thought back to why she wasn’t eating.
“I can’t eat around animals. It would be insulting to them.” The hall boomed with an ‘OOOOOH’. Fred looked at Dumbledore for permission to reply. All Dumbledore did was nod. Fred turned back to Hermione, a smirk on his face.
“And we wouldn’t want to insult you, now would we?” Hermione stood, silent for long enough for Fred to think he had won. He stood to leave. The crowd clapped him. The fell silent when Hermione also stood.
“Why are you leaving so soon? I was about to poison the tea.”