The Transfer Students (an HP fanfic)

Chapter 2

                                                          The Transfer Students

                                                                  Chapter two

Third Person’s P.O.V.

“Hey Gwenny, that thing you did in spell’s class was amazing.  I mean how you were able to turn the room into a concert was truly spectacular, and did you see Mr. Howard's face,” Amina laughed, running to catch up to her twin. “It was hysterical!  I mean seriously, why can’t you do stuff like that more often?”  Amina questioned, laughing at her.

“Are you implying that I am boring,” Gwen said, sounding indigent. “I mean seriously I can be fun some of the time, it’s just most of the time you want me to be playful, is when we are supposed to be studying or taking notes in class... or you get upset with some of the things that I say.”  Gwen finished, trailing off lamely, while Amina looked incredulous at her.

“I wasn’t saying that at all, just stating.” Amina was stated merrily, before being interrupted by the sounds of Mrs. Bennett running down the hallways, her high-heeled shoes clacking against the hard pavement that was the hallway. “Girls, Girls please wait!” Amina and Gwen turned around to face the clearly delighted principal.

“You girls made the cut! The teacher who will be conducting the test shall be here in one day. I hope that you are, or will be, prepared.” Mrs. Bennett stated rapidly, giving us a stern eye.“Because if you aren’t, I will be very much disappointed in both of you.” She glared, but then her scowl turned into a smile. “Just, good luck.  I know that you can do it.” The school’s principal then smiled and walked away happily, as if she didn’t just scare the living daylights out of us.

“Wow, no pressure right?” Amina stated sarcastically, turning towards her twin.  She twirled around and walked down the hallway leading to the school’s cafeteria that held all the students through grades 9-12.

“Wow, the kids are noisy today, aren't they?” Amina stated sitting down and glancing at Gwen, who by then had taken out her History of Magic textbook. She glanced up at Amina, clearly distracted.  “Huh, what did you say? “Gwen questioned, as they sat down at the table, grabbing their plates onto which food was soon piled high.

“The cafeteria is louder than usual.” Amina repeated staring at her twin as Gwen looked across the room, looking at all of the talking children. “I guess so, it’s mostly coming from the group of ninth graders over there ,” Gwen said motioning her head to the left. I looked over and saw that the ninth graders were complaining about the lukewarm chicken.

“What does someone have to do for some good food around here?” Amina said while looking at the littlest of food on the table.

“Oh quit complaining, you should be focusing on the test tomorrow.  I mean, don’t you want to get out of this place see the World, get better food?”  Gwen interjected frantically.  “We have a very important test tomorrow.  And you’re just sitting there complaining about cold chicken.”

“Oh just relax, Gwenny. Mrs. Bennett told us that there is nothing to worry about, and I would trust her with my life.” Amina replied irritably, grabbing a piece of chicken and examining it with a critical eye.

“You would seriously trust someone like her, someone that you barely know with your life” Gwen asked incredulously, gazing at Amina skeptically as her sister bit into the piece of chicken on her plate.

“Hmmm… not bad, just cold... tasty, but cold.” Amina mumbled to herself, finishing her last piece of chicken.

“Are you done yet with your dinner?”  Amina questioned, peering over at her twin’s plate, which only had a bowl of that was halfway full with soup.

“Yeah, I’m just too tired to eat,” Gwen regretfully said, glancing at the wasted bowl of soup. “Let’s go up to the dorms.”

They then both stood up from where the pair was sitting, and started to walk down the length of the table their grade was assigned.  Pushing open the oak doors that lead to the main hallway, the girls walked silently down the various halls towards the LemonHead’s dorm.   Amina quietly watched the people traveling around them, as her smaller sibling walked a ways behind her, studying and too focused to spare a glance at any other thing.

When they entered the room, the two were not surprised to see the dorms to be bustling with girls. Gwen and Amina walked slowly watching the girls running around the room until they got to their bunk. Amina barreled her way through the noisy girls to run up the ladder to the top bunk.  Her sister walked more slowly behind, avoiding the crowd of wild girls all together.  She pulled back the sheets and climbed into her bunk.  Amina doing the same, except she was being distracted by a tapping sound.

“Are you as nervous as I am?” Gwen asked Amina, tapping the boards holding her twin sister’s mattress above her head with her pale knuckles.

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“Of course I am Gwenny, but I am just not going to think about it, because the more you think about something the more nervous you get,” Amina said tiredly, sighing as the tapping sounds slowly came to a halt. “And you know what I think?  I am personally curious; it’s going to be so different at that school.  What do they wear, eat, and talk about?  What sports do they play over there?  But, I’m also really curious about this mystery teacher... or what do they call them in England... Professor, what if he is male?  And more importantly, what if he is a cute male?” Amina said smiling, as she got comfy on the old mattress. “Just try not to think about it, okay? We will do fine. Night Gwenny!”  With those parting words, Amina pulled the worn sheets above her head, trying in vain to fall asleep.