A NEW GENERATION

ATG (1)

HOW TO BE A GENTLEMAN: STEP ONE
BE POLITE

Hollie Randall knew she wasn't ready for her third year at Hogwarts. 

Not. At. All. 

It wasn't only the fact that she was uncomfortable with her body -which she was-, more like her mind was screaming at her to be careful this incoming year. The edginess with her body could be explained by how much it has changed over the summer. Her bra size went from a simple 30A to a 36D in two months and her trousers size from an 8 to a 14 overnight. It was true that her breasts gave her a boost of confidence, but it was also true that her huge tights have taken all of it and a little bit more. 

Now, about her brain making her feel uneasy, she didn't have a clue. Well, maybe she did have a clue, though the last thing she wanted was to admit it. The reason behind the feeling was her loss of confidence. Not long ago she trusted herself in levels not many people were able to. At the moment, she could tell how scared she was of everyone's attention -attention she just knew she was going to receive-. She imagined their judging eyes focused on her figure, inspecting her soul, thinking about how disgusting the quiet and shy Hollie Randall has got.

That was why she was so afraid of getting to Hogwarts, and also why she was currently hiding in one of the last empty compartments of the Hogwarts Express. Right about ten minutes before her ride to her residence in the future months was due to leave the station, she had arrived and said goodbye to her parents with lots of kisses and hugs. She then proceeded to look as quickly as possible for a place to stay during the journey to her school, preferably a compartment in which her friends didn't expect to find her. When she ran into the perfect one, she used her magic to put her heavy luggage away and sat down to pray -silently- for two thirteen-years-old witches to give up on their search for the small Hollie Randall.

Her plan worked out pretty well and soon the train started moving. Her eyes moved over to the window beside her and she kept her almost black orbs stuck on the sad faces of the family of the young wizards and witches leaving to learn. In her mind, she began counting the seconds that passed. Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty... And still no sign of her friends.

Finally, she could relax.

Her blast didn't last long, for two familiar heads appeared through the compartment's small door. The first one to notice her sitting presence was her laid-back best friend, Maureen Finnigan. Being the sister of the infamous twins that were Sindee and Caysee Finnigan made all her teachers fear the day little Finnigan got sorted, but it was soon after that they realise how different she was from her siblings. Not only didn't she have a tendency to blow things -like most of her family did-, but she also was extremely focused on keeping things clean and tidy. That propensity was exactly what gained her the nickname of Brady, which was her mother's surname. After all, she was a copy of the woman who gave birth to her.

They shared many qualities more, like how easy it was for them to forget important things. This specific one presented itself clearly to Hollie when, after looking up and down her friend's body, Maureen's baby blue eyes projected the same they did before checking her: a happy and shiny sparkle. Unlike what her other best friend's eyes said. Quinn Thatcher was a tall girl of brown hair who carried the role of the leader in her little group of acquaintances, which -by the way- she really loved. There was no little thing that went unseen by the girl and certainly, she noticed how much the body of Hollie has changed during the summer. Quinn was ready to point that out when Maureen started speaking.