It's Going to be Fine.

Dinner

The rest of the day went by rather quickly. Charms was easy enough, we just reviewed things from past years, to make sure everyone still remembered it. Professor Flitwick was a very easygoing teacher, and very helpful. As for Potions, it was pretty much the same. Professor Snape had everyone brew a Poison Antidote, for review from last year. Slowly but Surely the class came to an end and everyone filed out of the room.

“Hey, Hermione. Can I talk to you for a bit?” I asked, pulling Hermione aside as we walked through the corridors.

“Yeah, What’s up?” She asked.

“We’re friends... right?” I inquired. I started to blush. It was such a stupid question, I shouldn’t have asked it.

“Of course, Why?”  She replied.

“Well I need to talk to you about something...” I paused for a moment, wondering how I should go about this, “Well... Harry is kind of.. in a way... family. I mean... god-siblings and all. But, I just don’t think.. I don’t think he likes me all that much. I mean we haven’t really talked much. And I was wondering. Does he hate me? Or my family? I could understand if he resents us, since he didn’t know about us and he had to stay with that other family. I just-” I started to trail off.

“Hey, It’s going to be fine. Harry, just has a lot on his mind right now. Umbridge and the Ministry.. I mean.. he’s just been having a tough time.” Hermione reassured me, “Just, start conversations with him and explain this to him. I’m sure he’ll come around.” Hermione smiled as we arrived at the Great Hall’s doors. 

“Thanks Hermione.” I smiled up at her. We both entered the Hall. I looked around and saw Finnian. He waved at me and I managed a small smile back. We went and sat down at the Gryffindor table.

“I’d like to begin this with saying, I hope that everyone had a wonderful first day.” Dumbledore started. He went through various announcements, mostly just repeating things he had said yesterday, “But before I begin dinner, I’d like to say one last thing. This saturday, we will be holding a small ball.” I could hear whispers fill up the hall, “After the events of last year, I would think it nice having a little break.” He went on about the information of the dance. From what I heard it was under the same circumstances of the famous Yule Ball from last year. From 8pm to Midnight, fourth years and above, etc. Eventually Dumbledore started dinner but the noise did anything but die down. 

“This is exciting!” I heard girls down the table giggle, “We only have less than a week to prepare! This is rubbish!” another girl stated, “We should do this every year! I hear that’s what muggle schools do!”

“So Devan. Are you excited about the ball? You were silent at dinner.” Ginny asked me as we made our way up to the common room with the others.

“Well Muggle schools hold dances like this regularly, After a while they get kind of boring. I’d think it would be better just to have one every other year or so.” I replied as we entered the portrait hole. I suddenly felt myself being pulled to the couch in the common room, when all I wanted was to go upstairs and sleep.

“So you’ve been to a lot of dances like this then?” Ginny gleefully asked. I rubbed the side of my head. I hadn’t personally been to a lot of them really. I just helped friends get ready for them, and I was usually dragged along last minute if my friends didn’t get dates. I usually left within 10 minutes. All I ever did was stand there, awkwardly.

“I guess... I mean-” I started off. The girls completely drowned me out, excitedly talking about the ball. I smiled and sat back on the couch watching them chat. 

“Excited about the ball ladies?” A tall red head boy stated, as he sat down on the arm of the couch next to me. I recognized him as Ron and Ginny’s brother.. Fred... or George. 

“Oh, you haven’t been properly introduced.” Hermione exclaimed. “George and Fred, this is Devan, the new transfer student from Beauxbatons.” I smiled up at them.

“Have any tricks to tell them apart?” I laughed.. I was slowly getting much more comfortable around my house mates.

“Physically?” Ginny started, “No.”

“But Fred is much crueler than George.” Hermione added. We all continued to talk for a while. I stood up and started to head towards the stairs up to the dorms. 

“Where ya’ going?” Fred asked.

“To sleep?” I questioned him back.

“It’s only 10! Stay up and talk! You have to make up for being extremely silent any other part of the day!” Ginny smiled.

“Well then I am getting music. Is that a better decision?” I asked, receiving a in unison ‘Yes’ from everyone. I walked up to my dorm and over to my bed, and came back down to the common room with a handful of CDs. There was a CD player in the corner of the common room that I took notice of when I first arrived. I sat back down on the couch and shuffled through the CDs with other peoples eye glancing over them also. I handed the CDs to Ron.

“I don’t want to pick something that will annoy people. I don’t know what anybody likes.” I said. He shrugged and looked through them before picking out one CD and walking over to the CD player, He put a CD and walked back. I smiled at the first few notes.

“You remind me of the babe...” The song started. Everyone continued to idly chat with the music playing in the background.

“What kind of magic spell to use!” I sang, forgetting where I was for a second. I saw everyone looking at me, and I started to blush.

“Dance, Magic Dance!” Fred and George yelled. Everyone joined in, dancing around the common room. This continued on for the remiander of the CD. It took everyone a minute to settle down. A slower song started to play.

“There’s such a sad love...” The song started, I looked up and realized I had been dancing with Fred. He simply looked down at me and smiled, and I started to blush madly. I looked over at the clock and read 10:30.

“Well I should get to bed.” I coughed, “I’ll keep my CDs down here, for you guys.” I called as I hurried up the stairs to my dorm. My cat was spread across the pillow on my bed. I prepared myself for bed and laid down as Ches, crawled onto my stomach.

“Sweet Dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree...” I sang myself to sleep.