Chapter 1 : The Foxy Five
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“Mummy, please, please don’t leave me!” sobbed a small redhead. “’Tunia, Daddy, don’t! I don’t have to go!” Her father looked tiredly at her mother while the sister ‘’Tunia’ glanced around nervously, dreading the fact that someone from her school, a normal one would suddenly decide to take a vacation two days before school started.
“Darling, you know we wouldn’t leave you if we felt we had an option…” her mother began to try to console the girl.
“Ma petite,” whispered her father in her ear, “you were given this gift for a reason. You’re so, very lucky, and we’re so very proud of you. Now, go, and make us prouder.” The man kissed his daughter on her cheek, and her mother kissed her on the other cheek. The girl squared her shoulders and wiped her eyes. “Bye ’Tunia.”
“Whatever.” Was the cold response. She gave one last longing look at her mother, and her father, and then turned, and, though she was sure she would die, she closed her eyes tight and pushed.
“Baby, have fun at Hogwarts, you hear? Don’t get into trouble, have fun, and study!”
“Mum, please, I’ll be fine! I’ve waited my whole life for this, and now you’re being silly.” A slightly chubby, average height blonde rolled her eyes, towards her mother, who looked like a taller version of her daughter, with the exception that she had orange hair.
“I know, baby, but,” the woman sniffed, holding back tears, “Tisn’t every day that my little lassie goes off to Hogwarts.”
“Now, dear, she’ll be fine.” A tall man, her father, put his arm around her mother, and looked down at his fourth and final daughter. “She’ll be fine.” He leaned down to kiss the girl, and said, “If you have any problems, ask Kathleen, Harriett, or Nora. And owl us every day.”
The girl rolled her eyes again before kissing her parents. “Please, Dad, don’t you turn on the waterworks too!” Her father chuckled before straightening back up. “The thought never crossed my mind.”
She laughed her musical laugh, before waving, and boarding the train.
“You have all your belongings, correct?”
“Yes, Mother, I told you that already.”
“No need to take that tone with me young lady. I won’t be owling something you realize once you are at Hogwarts you’ve forgotten. However, if you let me know now, I might be able to arrange it.”
“You mean, Dipsy will owl.” The taller girl with raven back hair that was at the moment hiding her face muttered.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, Mother.” The girl sighed and looked around at all the tearful goodbyes going on around the platform. Lucky people.
She looked up as her father came over. “Why aren’t you on the train yet? Why isn’t she on the train yet? I have places to be, yet you insist I come. What’s holding you up?”
“Dear, I asked you to come since this is our only child going away to Hogwarts. It will make an impression on the public if you are here. I notice Dingle isn’t. That’s his wife and his twin daughters over there, and the girls are entering Hogwarts this year. You’ll look good.” She turned her attention to her daughter. “Don’t you dare make friends with those girls. Imagine how it will look.” She straightened up, noticed Mrs. Dingle was coming over and immediately plastered a sorrowful expression on her face.
“We’ll miss you, darling. Have fun, alright? Be good, and make us proud. Oh, I’m going to cry.” She let out a long sigh, and her husband managed to look sad as well. Then she turned, “Why, Anita! Hello! How are you? Are these your daughters… first years? Yes, our daughter is entering Hogwarts this year too! We must have a cup of tea some time!”
The girl rolled her eyes before grabbing her trunk and lugging it towards the train.
A small black haired girl clung to her father on the platform.
“I know you’ll have fun, dear, as long as you try. Be friendly, not too shy, okay? I’ll owl you every day. You’ll be fine.”
The girl struggled to hold back tears, her lower lip quivering. “But Papa, what if I don’t have a good time? What if I don’t?”
Her father sighed, before squatting down. “Don’t think that way, pumpkin. You’ll have a terrific time if you try. You know a lot of people here. Your cousin, Sydney is here, and Uncle Peter told me that she promised to talk to you, and watch out for you. And if Sydney is going to watch out for you, you know you’ll be cool.”
The girl smiled softly. That was true. Sydney was easily one of the most liked people at Hogwarts. Sydney was adorable. Sydney was funny. Sydney was friendly. But she was none of those. She was small, mousy. She was quiet, and she didn’t crack jokes. She didn’t laugh that much unless it was her father or Sydney talking to her. Sure, she and her older cousin were friends, but Sydney had her own thing going here at Hogwarts. She’d already been here for a year, and, knowing Syd, she would not appreciate her little cousin, friend, sure, but little cousin all the same, crashing her gig.
“Go on sweetheart. Its time to get on the train.”
“I love you, Papa.”
“I love you too, pumpkin, and I’ll miss you. Write me, okay?”
She nodded, scared she would start crying. She took hold of her trunk, and sadly waved goodbye.
A smiling brunette quickly hugged a little girl who looked a lot like her and then her parents and someone who looked like she could be the grandmother, while an older girl, who also looked like the girl in question looked on.
A man, presumably her father, put his arm around the tiny lady next to him, presumably her mother. Both were tired looking and wore ragged robes.
“You have a good time at Hogwarts, alright girlie?” the frail grandmother gently chided her middle granddaughter—the one most like herself.
“I will Grandmummy. I promise.” Squatting down, she lifted the little girl’s chin. “Ah, sugar-baby, don’t cry! I promise I’ll write every day or close to it! You have to write me, okay?”
“Don’t worry about this here girlie. We’ll have lots of fun while your parents are at work. Won’t we, Junie-Girlie?”
The little girl- June- let out a sob and once again through her arms around her older sister.
“I don’t want you to go!” she cried in a strangled voice, between sobs.
“I know, and I don’t want to leave you, but in a couple years, you’ll get to go too! And you’ll have a great time with Grandmummy, just like we always do. Just think, you’ll have Mum, Grandmummy, and Dad to yourself! You’ll have bucket loads of fun! I promise. Now stop your alligator tears.” She straightened up, and gave everyone one last hug.
Her mother looked fondly at her bold, happy daughter. “Grandmummy is right. You have fun, and study hard and make friends. And write. Don’t forget to write.”
“I won’t Mum.” She smiled at her parents, before waving and following her older sister onto the train.
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