The Twins Who Lived

Chapter 5

Author's Note: Sorry I've been AWOL for some time. I'm not going to give an excuse because my parents taught me not to give excuses. Enjoy.

It wasn't until the food magically appeared in front of us that I realized how dreadful Harry and I had been living. Ron was stuffing his face but considering how many sweets he ate on the train, I'm going to guess that he was a black hole for food. Harry was trying to eat his food in a slightly more dignified manner, but he was failing miserably.

I could see Hermione shoot a disgusted look towards the two boys. I locked eyes with her, and we both rolled our eyes.

"Harry, if you eat anymore, I'm sure that you'll blow up bigger than Dudley." I hissed.

Harry paused. He comically turned towards me with a amusingly scared expression on his face. He lowered the drumstick he was about to eat and slow down. He slowly chewed the food in his mouth.

"Why aren't you eating anything?" Harry asked after the last remnants of food had disappeared down his throat. "I'm sure that you're just as hungry as I am."

"I'm not that hungry." I said, taking a bite out of a pile of mashed potatoes and gravy.

"How? You lived with the Dursley's as well, didn't you?" Harry exclaimed.

"I did, but I don't feel all that hungry at the moment." I informed my dense brother.

Harry inspected my face for a second before turning and dumping an entire spoonful of creamed corn onto my plate.

"Hey!" I shouted at him.

"You've got to eat everything on your plate." Harry told me soberly.

"O.K., but you just mixed the corn and the mashed potatoes together, you monster!" I shrieked.

I heard a chuckle across the table. I looked up and glared at the owner of the laugh.

"What're you laughing at, Weasley?" I growled. The red head's expression flashed from humorous to horrified in a split second.

"Nothing?" Ron squeaked.

"Are you answering my question with a question?" I muttered loud enough for him to hear.

"No? I MEAN NO!" Ron yelled, attracting the attention of many from our table and the nearby Hufflepuffs.

"Keep stuffing your face, Ron." I snarled, looking down at my food to properly separate the two food items.

"It's alright, Rose." a boyish voice said from my left. I turned and saw another first year. He had been called up after Harry and I. After the Sorting Hat had sorted him into Gryffindor, he had accidentally carried the hat to the table before having to trot back and return it to Professor McGonagall.

"What is?" I asked gently.

"It's alright that you want to separate the different foods. Different people have different quirks. You saw that I'm clumsy." the other Gryffindor boy blushed in embarrassment.

"Thanks. Your name is Neville, right?" I inquired.

"Yeah. Neville Longbottom." my fellow Gryffindor muttered.

"Your last name is Longbottom?" Ron exclaimed, his mouth full of partially chewed food.

"Ronald! Don't talk with your mouth full. Don't bully Neville about his last name. Look at your name!" I shot back.

"What's wrong with my name?" Ron asked after a moment spent chewing.

"Oh, I don't know, Weasel." I hissed.