Chapter 1 : Bryn.
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I smiled as I lay in bed in the 6th year Gryffindor girls' dormitory. It was mid-October, the school year still slightly new. I had devised a plan, a good plan, hence the smiling. A plan, you see, to get my two best mates together.
Let's start from the beginning, yeah?
I'm Bryn. Bryndle Ophelia Walker. I was almost named Hero, but my dad told my mum that she was limited to one Shakespearean name, so she gave me the middle name of Ophelia. My dad named me Bryndle, I do not know why. I do know however, that my mother became pregnant with me when she was 16, in this very school, no less. My father and mother were an item, had sex, got pregnant, and had me. They never married, and my dad went to become a magical doctor traveling the world saving wizards and witches, and my mum became...my mum. But that's a story for another day, so let's continue.
My best friend is Cecilia Michelle Philips, a.k.a. "C.C." My other best friend is James Sirius Potter. The two of them have liked, (I believe the more apropos word is "loved") each other since they first met, though both are sadly oblivious to each other's affections. C.C. and I are in the same year, both sorted into Gryffindor house. She's a muggleborn, and I am what I guess you could call a halfblood. Both my parents are magical, though my father is muggleborn, and my mother is pure blood.
I helped C.C. adjust to the shock that is Hogwarts and the magical world, and we became fast friends. That night, our first night at Hogwarts, I watched her go to the Gryffindor table beaming at me after her sorting, hoping I would be in the same house. I was called 5th to last, and thankfully was sorted into Gryffindor. I sat next to her, and when I looked in front of me, I saw James Sirius Potter, 2nd year. He introduced himself, and C.C. was immediately infatuated, and, though he didn't show it, so was James.
So, there you have it. The three of us became an infallible trio, though James was a year older. I have always said that I'm the mediator in the relationship. Not necessarily so I could prevent fights, but because I am under the impression that James and C.C. could not hold an actual conversation with each other without me there because of how awkward it would be. They have tried, and believe me, I am much needed.
Anyway. Back to the present.
As I lay in my four poster, I looked over at C.C.'s bed beside mine. She hadn't pulled her hangings closed, so I could see her smile as she slept. Who does that? Really.
I reflected on our dinner from this evening. James and I were discussing Quidditch tactics (he being a Chaser as well as team captain, and me being Keeper), while C.C. was chattering with Dominique and Rose Weasley, two of our dorm mates. C.C. went to pick up a biscuit at the same time James did. You know the cliché, their hands touched, they both blushed a furious red, a fact I found hilarious, but neither of them seemed to notice the other's blush, as both avoided eye contact.
That moment was when I decided I had had enough.
I was going to devise a plan. An impeccable plan. The two of them would look bloody brilliant together; C.C. with her straight, blonde hair and deep blue eyes, was fairly tall and very slim. James, with his messy black hair he inherited from that famous dad of his, dark eyes, and tall form, was her perfect counterpart. They were soul mates anyway, they both just needed to get a clue. A push in the right direction.
The two of them were lucky, really. To be able to find not only a physical match, but a mental one as well. They were very awkward around each other, but they knew everything there was to know about the other one.
I was not so fortunate however, as I had great difficulty in finding a match for myself.
I was short, but not overly so, and where C.C. was slim, I was more curved. My hair was neither completely blonde nor pin-straight, rather it was a very light shade of brown, an odd in-between, with some copper and blonde thrown in, and was rather long, and extremely wavy. My eyes were on the fine line between gray and green, and while large, they fit my face, but other than that, there was nothing overtly striking about me.
Boys were weird nowadays. They either wanted beauties like C.C. or unattractive girls with good minds and good hearts. Because I was most certainly not ugly, and often overshadowed by the creature that was C.C. Philips, I fit into neither category. This was a fact which would have upset most girls, but I had learned a long time ago that I did not need a man to be happy; just look at my mum.
Pulling myself out of my reverie, I got out of bed quietly. I grabbed my notebook, a pen (quills are such a bother), and crept out of the dormitory. I sat down in one of the comfy chairs by the fire and began to devise my plan.
"How to Get Cecilia Michelle Philips and James Sirius Potter Together" by Bryndle Ophelia Walker:
Step 1) Convince C.C. that she has a good chance at getting with James, and vice versa.
Step 2) Leave them alone as often as possible (feign illness, fatigue, heart attack, etc.)
Step 3) Ditch first Hogsmeade trip at the last minute, but convince them to go together anyway.
Step 4) Hook up C.C. with Davies (who has a HUGE crush on her) to make James jealous.
Step 5) Lock James and C.C. in a broom closet after the massive fight they're bound to have.
Step 6) Davies will find them in a compromising position in said broom closet, and will accuse James of trying to steal C.C. from him.
Step 7) I will stand in the background, winking at James, signaling him to agree, which he will, and by doing so, admit his long and fully requited love for C.C. They will live happily ever after.
(To be completed by mid February)
I smiled to myself, and gave myself a well deserved pat on the back. This plan may seem far fetched to an outsider, but with my meticulous planning skills, and C.C.'s and James's predictability, this plan is foolproof. It just takes baby steps.
A/N: Okay, this is my first fanfiction. I've had so many story ideas recently, and I was unloading my dishwasher today when this one popped in my head. So far it's been my favorite, as well as the least clichéd (which is funny, because I still think it's pretty cliché in parts). I really hope you enjoy my story and I would adore some feedback! The next chapter will introduce the ever elusive Albus Potter.
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