Sometime after 'Pucey, Adrian!', 'Spinnet, Alicia!', 'Stimpson, Patricia!', 'Towler, Kenneth!' and 'Warrington, Cassius!' the Weasley Twins went up, just as Amelia settled in at her house table. Most of them didn't look very happy to be there, but the ones that did were beaming. Sitting at her right hand was a brown-haired boy she hadn't seen in the Sorting, but he couldn't have been much older than her. She guessed he was a Second year.
"I'm Cedric," the boy beside her said, offering her his hand, and she shook it. "Cedric Diggory."
"I'm Amelia Owens," she said.
"Weasley, Fred!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, she had heard earlier that there was an ongoing bet between the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors over how many Weasleys they could get in their house. Now the Gryffindors were winning 4-0.
"Weasley, George!"
The hat barely touched the top of his head before-
"GRYFFINDOR!"
5-0.
George and Fred climbed down from the platform, taking a seat at the Gryffindor table and waving at her, before their attention was stolen by a brown-haired boy about three years older than them.
"I'm a second year," Cedric said, chewing.
"Oh. First year."
"You'll love it, you know. Herbology's my favorite class, but... I'm best at Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Herbology?" asked Amelia, and her ears perked up.
"Oh, yeah. Plants and things. The teacher's Professor Sprout, and she's really good. Head of our house, too."
"Cool," Amelia said, but she was distracted.
After a few other failed attempts at gaining her attention, Cedric fell silent, shrinking away from her, and she forgot him, even as her feet carried her up the moving staircases, past the talking paintings, and into the Hufflepuff dorm.
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Sorta, Kinda // George Weasley x OC
FanfictionAmelia Owens has always lived in the background. Her first bad omen is when she's sorted into house Hufflepuff and can't quite fit in. Spells don't come easily to her, and she's not very good at making friends. Worst of all, she knows almost nothing...
