Disclaimer/A/N/etc.. -- No I claim absolutely no stinkin' rights to these characters, except Elyse… as much as I'd like to own Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy, and definitely Tom Riddle, I don't. Darn, I just got all… depressed again, I better go eat cheese :-D Oh, P.S. Don't forget to review once your done, flame or what not. I like suggestions, also… hehehehehehhehe now begin! Oh wait, before you do… this takes place in Harry's third year… that's why OW is still in it :-D… just making that clear ;-)!
Chapter 1
I was too nervous. Way, way too nervous. I looked straight over all the heads in front of me and saw up to the very front of the Great Hall where it looked to be Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall standing, ready to start the sorting ceremony that took place annually.
I glanced around frantically and noticed a giant, hairy man standing behind me. I jumped.
"Eh, Missie. Didn't mean ter' frighten' yeh!" He said in a very burly voice.
"E-excuse me." I managed to stammer.
I usually wasn't like this. What was making me so damn jittery?
"Name's Hagrid. And Yours?"
"Elyse… Elyse Woodthrop."
"Nice ter' meetcha, Elyse was it?"
"Yes…" I said shyly and focused my attention back to the Great Hall; the ceremony was starting.
When they had finally gotten around to the last few first years, I was coming up last.
As I walked into the Great Hall, I quickly noticed quite a few people looking my way. Yes, true, it wasn't common for a fifth year girl to be sorted, but I was new… what I could do about it?
"Elyse Woodthrop?" Professor McGonagall's voice rang as she read my name from the list.
I hesitantly moved from the spot in which I'd been standing to seat myself on that old, wooden stool. She placed the beat up hat on my head, and I waited.
"Hmmm… intelligent, yet impatient… brave, yet shy… hmm… tough one you are, almost as tough to place as Harry Potter!" I swore I heard a few gasps from the audience. The hat continued. "Well… I'm going to have to say… GRYFFINDOR!"
I sighed and smiled. Good, the embarrassing part was over. I stood from the stool to join my new housemates. I sat down in the closest seat available, which happened to be right next to the rather very good looking Quidditch team… captain.
I felt a flush of pink in my cheeks as I realized I had just sat down by the whole Quidditch team. I didn't see the problem with it, but most everyone else at the other end of the table stared and gaped.
I wasn't planning to talk or anything, but one of the girls sitting with them spoke up first.
"Elyse, wasn't it?" A very skinny blonde girl asked.
"Yes, I'm Elyse." I looked down at all the food that had just appeared the table and gasped.
"I'm Katie Bell, nice to meet you. Welcome to Hogwarts," she said and smiled at me before filling her plate full of food.
"Hi, Elyse. I'm Angelina Johnson. Nice to meet you," she also said to me before diving into what seemed to be everything from roast beef to pumpkin juice to every flavored beans to chocolate frogs.
We were all silent for a little while and then I realized why. The two red haired guys sitting at the table were silently laughing really hard and Angelina and Katie were giving them looks that said "don't even think about it!"
"Hey, Elyse. I'm George…"
"And I'm Fred…" The two red haired guys looked at me and began laughing again.
"Oh…" I said and turned another shade of pink.
What's gotten into you, Elyse! Mentally, I slapped myself. I was sitting at a table with three hot guys and I was acting like a complete idiot.
"I'm sorry they're being rude, Elyse. Boys usually are." Angelina shot, Fred(?) Or maybe it was George… another look until she took another bite of her chicken.
I looked down at my plate, feeling still embarrassment. What were they laughing at?
"Oi. Sorry, I'll tell her 'Gina." I heard one of them whisper to Angelina. "We were trying to erm… put the powder that would die your hair blue for three days in your food… but I've realized how immature and… stupid that was. I'm sorry, Elyse."
I finally smiled. And… laughed.
"That's actually quite humorous," I confessed.
Fred, I believe, flashed me a smile and George stopped laughing.
"Did you say that would be funny? That's the first time I've heard a girl think one of our pranks was funny… 'specially not when they're on the receiving end…" George looked surprised.
"Yeah, I'm a little immature for my age."
Good, I thought. The old Elyse is coming out finally.
After another five minutes of silence, the nice looking guy I was seated next to finally spoke.
"I'm sorry, I guess I still haven't introduced myself… I'm not usually the shy kind. Oliver Wood," he said and nodded his head at me.
I smiled. I then found myself thinking about hot he was. Wow, he was really hot. No… he was a People's-top-25-world's-sexiest-men hot.
I couldn't help but giggle a little as that thought cross my mind, and I received some strange looks.
"Ah, you laugh at yourself, too?" Fred smiled at me and laughed. "Just the kind of girl I like…" I heard him say under his breath to his brother, I guess thinking I wouldn't hear.
"So, Elyse what do you do in your spare time?" Angelina looked at me as we were finishing desert.
"Uh… not much really." I said flatly. Seriously, my life was quite boring.
"Ever play Quidditch?" Fred asked me. I knew it was Fred because I noticed the dimples he had when he smiled, that his brother didn't.
Wait… did I just say I noticed his dimples?
"I saw a game once…" Once again, they all stared at me, mouths hanging open.
"One game!?" I heard George exclaim.
"Well, guys. I think we've found our next victim." Oliver Wood said and that's when I noticed the evil smile he was giving them.
Oh, shit. This wasn't going to be good.