𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘐𝘊 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓 | in which Nikita Calypso Vane has never known anything other then a prison cell in Azkaban, until she turns eleven years old and is unleashed into a world she knows nothing about.
━ book 1 - 7 of HP
𝐨𝐜 𝐱 ?
on sem...
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NIK FOUND HERSELF SURROUNDED by gingers within the minute. They peered down at her, the majority towering over her malnourished form.
Fred and George proudly stood either side of her, happy to show off the girl who wasn't trusted to be alone. (Though they didn't know the reason why), and introduced her to their siblings. The eldest was Percy, who paid no mind to her, he was fifteen. Then there was the twins, who were thirteen, a boy called Ron, who was eleven, and a girl called Ginny, who was ten.
"Gang, meet Nik, Nik, meet gang." Fred introduced, holding his hand out dramatically.
There was a brief moment of silence as neither side said anything. Eventually Ron sullenly rolled his eye's, "I'm Ron, I'm going into my first year at Hogwarts."
"So am I." Nik said automatically, the realisation just dawning on her. She'd been so caught up in the fact that she was no longer in Azkaban, she hadn't realised she'd be attending Hogwarts.
"Cool." Ron said, kicking the ground. "What house do you want to be in?"
There was no hesitation in her voice as she blurted out- "Gryffindor! Where dwell the brave at heart."
The boy visibly brightend, "Really? Me too! Hey- do you play Quidditch?"
"I've never had the chance too, but I've heard all about it. Why? Do you play?"
Fred and George shared triumphant grins over the top of the two's heads and slowly back away. Percy rolled his eye's at them.
"Well- yeah, I'm not very good at it," Ron admitted, ears turning red. "But I play keeper, what position do you wanna play?"
Nik furrowed her brows, attempting to recall the one Sirius had been. "B-bat... beaters bat... a Beater! I would like to play a Beater."
"The twins play the position in school," Ron informed her. "Well, they did last year. They might be replaced this year though. Are you gonna try out next year?"
Nik shrugged, "I don't have a broom. And I can't see very well."
"Do you need glasses or something?"
"What are those?"
Ron gave her a funny look, "You don't know what glasses are? You know, those uh... those things that Dumbledore is wearing," He pointed at the old man's face.
Nik squinted at them, "I thought they just held up his eye lids."
Rom snorted, covering his mouth. "What? Do- do they not do that?"
