Who's That Girl? (George Weasley Fanfiction)

It All Starts Here

(✔️edited)
Yaaaay! Chapter 2. :) Please vote or comment. -Felice
All characters belong to JK Rowling. Except, of course, for my made up characters.

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Felice's POV

I said my goodbyes to mom and dad, while my mom kept blabbering things like "Don't forget to write to us.", "Mind your manners.", "Try making new friends.", and "Behave yourself." over and over. Mom, I'm not a little girl! Hmmm.. I may be, but I'm not a 3-year old.. Then, after what seemed like forever, the train whistle blew, signaling that it's about to leave in a minute. I went in the train with my luggage and found an empty compartment.

I looked out the window and waved goodbye to mom and dad. After that, the train moved and they were out of sight.

To my surprise, a girl knocked and poked her head in.

"Ummm.. Would you mind? I think this is the only compartment that isn't full.." The girl said.

"O, sure. No problem." I replied with a smile. The girl sat across me.

"I'm Katie Bell, by the way. But you can call me Katie." The girl said.

"My name's Felice Clemence Poesy. Call me Cley." I replied.

"Why 'Cley'? Couldn't it be 'Felice', or 'Leece', or 'Clemence' ? Just asking. And I can tell you're French." Katie said, a matter-of-factly.

"Sorry, I'm not zat 'girly' type of girl, you know.. And yes, I'm French." I replied reluctantly.

"Oh, I see! I'm so sorry." She said, looking guilty.

"No. It's okay. I-". I tried to say but I was cut off when an old woman came by and said, "Anything from the trolley, dears?".

"I want some Bertie Bott's, please." Katie said.

"I'll have some Chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's, please?" I asked the woman kindly and she handed candies to me and Katie, and we paid her. Then, she left.

The rest of the train ride was awesome. Katie and I kept talking about Hogwarts, the houses, subjects, and new friends.

When the train came to a stop, Katie and I went out the train together with other first years I suppose. There was a huge man standing up ahead, and his name was Hagrid.

He said, "Firs' years. Come on. Firs' years, this way."

It was actually pretty easy to follow him because of his size and how loud his voice is. Katie and I followed him and we stopped near a lake, the so called 'Black Lake', and hopped on the boats with some first years too.

The castle was huge, fantastic, awesome, and magical. Katie and I gaped in awe as the castle came to full view. When we finally came to a stop, we were guided to a huge staircase, where an old-looking woman is standing at the topmost step, holding a rolled piece of parchment.

We stopped in front of her and she explained to us the rules and regulations, the houses, the house points, and other important things we need to know. After what seemed like eternity, the doors of the so-called 'Great Hall' opened and the old-looking woman (I just knew her name's Minerva McGonagall) told us to follow her lead. We nervously entered the Great Hall and all eyes were on us.

I turned to Katie and asked, "In what house would you like to be in?".

"No idea. But my parents want me to be in Gryffindor-that's the house where they met each other." She replied.

Woah. She sure knows a lot about her parents. She was about to ask me something but was interrupted when Professor McGonagall started calling out names.

"Katie Bell". Katie froze. And nervously walked up the stool and the sorting hat was put on her head. After a moment of silence, it yelled,

"Gryffindor!"

I clapped my hands and waved at her excitedly. She then looked at me and mouthed "Good luck". I smiled, of course in return.

Then, "Fred Weasley" was called. A red-haired boy walked up and was sorted in Gryffindor. Three redheads stood by the table, clapping their hands. They must be siblings, I thought. Then, "George Weasley" was called. I turned to look at the boy who sat on the stool. I was shocked. He was a complete duplicate of the 'Fred Weasley'. Oh Cley, stop it. Twins! How could you be so surprised?

Maybe it's because I haven't seen twins in my whole life.

I laughed at my own dumbness. The red head was also sorted in Gryffindor. Same readheads were standing and clapping. Of course - siblings. I thought, annoyed, but I know deep down that I'm just jealous. Why was I born an only child? Hush. Calm down Cley. Chill. That shouldn't ruin my mood. I took deep breaths and tried to keep calm but when Professor McGonagall called out "Felice Poesy", I just stood there, looking like a complete idiot. I prefer Cley. I got up, sat on the stool, and the sorting hat was placed on my head.

"Aha! My, my. What is this? A French girl at Hogwarts? Such a wonderful thing. You are smart... You are also cunning... No, no... Brave... Hmm? Better be...." The hat started to think.

It shouted "Gryffindor!"

"Finally," I said. "It's over", and I walked down to the Gryffindor house table with a smile plastered on my face

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I'll be updating soon, promise! I hope you like it. :) ~Felice