꧁𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡꧂ (𝐹.𝑊.)

7 -Welcome to Gryffindor

Lunch was delicious, of course, why wouldn't it be?

"What, do they not feed you in America?" George chuckled.

"Oh shut it. I've never had food half as good as this, maybe at Ilvenmorny but it's not the same."

"Do you miss it there?"

"I miss my friends," I said with a shrug, "I mean my teachers were fine, but I dunno."

"Tell is about your friends," Fred urged

"Well there's my best friend, his name is Noah. He lives in L.A. as well, coincidentally enough. We're neighbors and we're both in Wampus. He's tall, probably already almost 6 foot at 14. His hair is brown and fluffy and he's got dark brown eyes and a few freckles on his nose."

"Awe does little Henny have a crush?" Harry teased.

"Psh, in his dreams," I said and playfully flipped my hair.

"Then there's Circe, she's a year older. She literally looks like a goddess. She's got this long platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She's super smart and she plays seeker on Thunderbird quidditch team.

"And our other friend's name is Blake. He's also got blond hair, but it's not as light as Circe's. He's got green eyes, not as bright as mine though. He's not as tall as Noah but still pretty tall. He was a beater for Puckwudgie...I miss them," I said, looking down, "But I'm sure I'll have just as fun here as I did at Ilvenmorny!" I said with a smile.

The truth is, Blake and I had...something. We didn't know what it was, exactly, but ever since we met when we were 11 there's always been something.

I missed the playful banters Noah and I would have, and Circe's advice about Blake, and I just missed him as a whole.

My little friend group was known by everyone, but not exactly loved. We were usually found making trouble and doing things we weren't supposed to be doing.

Jenny and Adam said that my dad used to be just like I was: reckless, young, and getting in trouble with my friends.

My dad used to hang out with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and the traitor: Peter Pettigrew.

Sirius is Harry's godfather, mines Remus. Dad was never really all that close with Peter.

I zoned back in suddenly, and asked "When are Quidditch try-outs?"

The group fell silent for a moment, trying to figure out the answer to my question, until a beautiful dark-skinned girl spoke up:

"Today, after class."

"What positions are open?"

"Keeper or spare chaser."

"Can I try for seeker?"

"Sorry Mate," Fred said, putting a hand on my shoulder, "We've already got the best seeker in England."

I raised an eyebrow, "But you don't have the best seeker in the United States."

The table fell silent for a moment, everyone was digesting my proud statement.

"We'll have you and Harry face off."

Harry glared at me, fuming. I raised an eyebrow and fought the urge to smirk at him. He grabbed his things and stalked away, Ron and Hermione quickly getting up to follow him.

I was left alone with Fred and George. I looked up at them as Fred sat on the other side of me, making a Potter/Weasley sandwich.

"He's just scared you're going to do better than him," George smiled.