𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 - 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 1

Chapter 8 - The Gryffindor Party

   "Hey! Athena, wait up! Are you coming to the party?" George asked. "Oh yeah, just got to get changed into something more comfortable, Oh and you don't have to call me Athena. Just call me Nina." I said. "Nina Get your bloody ass up these stairs and show us where the Ravenclaw common room is!" Mel hissed. "Okay! Damn! Ok, um I'll see you at the party." I chuckled.

 I opened the door to the Ravenclaw common room. "Sssshhh, Mel people are sleeping. That goes for you too Mikayla! This way." I whispered. I lead them both up the stairs to my room. Melanie's Jaw dropped" Woah, this is nice-Wait you get your own room not fair!" "Sweeeeet," Mikayla said looking around. I put on a pair of dark magenta leggings and a white sweater with knee-high high-heel boots. "Mikayla, can you do my make-up?" I turned towards her. " Hell yeah, I will. So sit your ass down." She said, pulling me into a chair. " ahh beautiful...wait! It needs a gold Necklace along with earrings! Mel exclaimed. "Ok, now It's perfect.." "Ok let's go."

 We made our way down the stairs to the picture of the fat lady. "Caput Draconis," Melanie said clearly. And the picture frame swung to admit us in. The room was buzzing with life. Harry, Ron, and Hermionie were sitting by the fire relaxing, Fred was talking to Angelina and George...was nowhere to be found. " Welcome to the Party!" Fred laughed. Where has Mel & Miki gotten to? Oh, Melanie is talking to Harry and Mikayla Is talking to Fred. Once again I'm alone.

I sat in an armchair beside the fireplace With my back towards the wall so I could look across the common room. With a book in one hand and a Drink in the other. The common room door swung open to let another person in. "George, Did you get the food?" Fred asked. "Oh yes, I did." He said setting down the platter of food. His eyes wandered From Fred to Mikayla. "Oh are Mel and Nina here already?" he asked looking around the room. Oh shit, uhh words, words, reading, Ummm History, and muggles. Melanie walked towards the table of food that Fred and George were standing at. " She's in the corner" Melanie whispered before walking away with Harry. "Hi!" Said a soft voice. I laid down my book to reveal a pair of warm hazel eyes staring into mine. "Hello, oh George your eye." I stared in shock as his eye had turned a blackish-purple. He touched it gingerly with a hiss of pain. " Yeah, I'm probably going to need an Ice pack." He said chuckling. He magiced an ice pack in mid-air. " How did you get into a fight anyway?" I asked curiously. " I punched him because he was talking about how Snape was right in calling you blind and stupid, and then I said some words but he switched tactics, started talking about my mother so I set him straight," he said cooly. "Oh...I'm sorry-wait a minute is that Goldfish?!" I said appalled. " Yeah want some?" he said grinning. "Hell yeah, I do!" Melanie walked into the room. "Did someone say goldfish?!" She asked. " No! No! They're not for you?!" George bellowed. " You son OF A BISCUIT, YOU BETTER GIVE ME SOME RIGHT NOW!!!" Melanie screamed. "Ok, Ok gosh." George surrendered. "EEEKK YASS!!!" Mel said waddling up the stairs. "Ugh, she 's annoying!" George said, rolling his eyes frustratingly. " George, we need more punch, would you be willing to go and get some?" Fred asked. George rolled his eyes " Um...fine." George said, standing up frustratingly. "I'll go with you," I said chuckling. His face turned a color of beet red. " O-Oh ok, yeah, sure." I put down my book and drink, then walked through the picture. 

 " So your Potter's sister ai?" He asked, making his way down the stairs. " Yup I'm older than him by A year and two months." I breathed. " Cool, I have three older brothers Billy, Charlie, and Percey. Then I have Fred, Ron, And then Ginny," he concluded. "Wow..." "Yeah I-" "no I think it's cool to have siblings," I noted. " So I heard you're good on a broom." George resumed. " You are correct...but I wouldn't call myself the best." I replayed looking at my feet. " Oh, I'm sure you're great. You should practice with me sometime." I could feel my cheeks grow hot. "Oh, We're here," George noted. We had stopped at a painting of a fruit bowl in the basement. "Watch this," George had reached out and tickled the big pear. The pear squirmed around in its frame. A door knob appeared on the left side of the frame. " After you..." He instead. The room was the same size as the Great Hall. House Elves? "Four Jugs of Butterbeer, please." George huffed. " Of course sir!" said the squeaky voices. "Do you want anything love?" He whispered. "Oh, Umm Donuts," I answered. "Donuts?" George repeated. "Yup! Donuts." I giggled. "What kind of Donuts?" "Powdered Donuts," I said. "Ok then, excuse me? Can I get three bags of powdered donuts?" George asked. "Three?!" I snorted. "Why do you need three?!" "Because I want some too." He concluded.

 After we got to the Gryffindor common room it was empty. "Well, that was a waste," George said indicating towards the Butterbeer. "No, It wasn't we got powered donuts." He turned around and grinned.