Eloise Foster
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"Oi, El!"
The words jolt me from my slumber, and I open my eyes slowly to see Quinn standing over me, her dark hair bouncing slightly as she cocks her head.
"I can call you that, right?" she asks and I nod my head, half agreeing and half trying to clear the sleep from my head.
"Great El, you have to get up, I don't think it's a good idea to be late on your first day."
I drag myself out of bed in response, wanting nothing more than to crawl right back in but I know she's right. I throw on my robes with lightning speed and follow Quinn and Audrey out the door, still fighting with my tie.
We walk through the Common room and I feel someone pull up next to me.
"Under the loop, not over." The recognizable voice of Benjamin Carter explains.
I follow his instructions as we exit the common room and walk down the twirling staircase that follows.
"Good morning Carter," I say, tucking my calmed tie into place.
"Hey Miss No-Name, excited for classes?" We turn a corner and start to head down the ever changing staircases.
"You can stop calling me that, and no, not particularly," I reply, as we wait for a staircase to shift into place.
He smiles, "Nah, now that I've started, I can't be stopped."
I smile at this as we finally arrive to the ground floor, and we follow the other students in the direction of the Great Hall.
"When do we know our classes?" I ask, stepping out of the way of a hurried Hufflepuff.
"At breakfast, they hand them out to everyone," he says, and I'm about to reply when someone knocks me hard in the shoulder, nearly hitting me to the ground.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mea—" A hurried voice starts but they stop when I look up.
There stands the lean figure of Harry Potter, his forest eyes widening under his round glasses and messy black hair. His tie is half untied, and he holds his school books in his arms instead of the empty bookbag at his waist. He stands there for a moment and I straighten myself.
"Um, yeah," he says awkwardly, looking at the ground. "Sorry about that. Ron has a tendency to shove people now that he's a prefect and all." I guess by his words that Ron is the ginger haired boy that's always near him and I nod.
"It's fine," is all I say because, really, what more is there to say?
He glances at me briefly, before uttering a quick, "Right, bye," and turning to walk quickly away.
I follow him with my eyes until he disappears into the crowd, my thoughts muddled. This wasn't the brave Harry Potter I'd read about in the papers. He was shy, not confident, and didn't seem at all like the person who had fought off the 'Dark Lord'.
"Eloise? What's wrong?"
Benjamin's voice drags my eyes away from the disappearing black mess of hair and I push my feet to start walking.
"Oh it's nothing."
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After breakfast, I peer down at my schedule and notice that I have Charms with Professor Flitwick first period. I start to walk away from the Great Hall before I hear my name,
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