Grace Potter, the slightly less famous, though not by much, of the two Potter siblings, had not expected to be escorted to King's Cross by the Order, much less that she and her brother would be receiving any sort of an escort at all. Granted, much of what had occurred that summer, more recently the Dementor attack in Little Whinging that Harry and their cousin had been involved in, along with some of the other more recent events weren't exactly expected either. She knew that this year was going to be a tense one, what with what the Prophet was saying about her brother and Dumbledore, and it was clear what her stance on the whole issue was. Of course she believed her brother. She knew that he wouldn't lie about Voldemort returning, and she knew how Cedric's death had impacted him. He wasn't a mental case like the prophet was saying, and, in all honesty, she thought Fudge to be a bit of a coward. The man was clearly in denial, or too stubborn for his own good anyway, and she wondered what it would take for him to see that everything of what both Harry and Dumbledore were saying was true.
She'd been quiet up until the moment that she noticed the scruffy-looking black dog pass by them, roughly around the same time that her brother and god sister did, she reckoned. Letting out a quiet snort, a small smirk graced her lips. It really didn't come as much of a surprise to her that Sirius had shown up. It was roughly around that same time, that she glanced around the crowded station and spotted a familiar head of white blonde hair. For a brief moment, the youngest, only by a few seconds, Potter sibling, locked eyes with Malfoy. It was extremely brief though, as Grace's attention was soon drawn back over to her god sister and brother who were both entering a closed off waiting room, quite obviously to speak with Sirius without drawing any obvious attention to themselves. "Yeah, sorry. Must've zoned out for a moment there." She sent a small, sheepish, smile Danika's way before entering the waiting room.
Danika Tonks was one of the few people Fred Weasley would openly admit to thinking was nearly as good of a prankster as he and his brother were. Nearly as good were the key words in that statement though. The three were normally practically inseparable, they could usually be found planning out different pranks they would execute throughout the school year, and Fred was hoping that they could put some of his and George's new products to good use this year. It was strange to think that this would be the last year that they could, in the best way possible, torment the first years. While he was certain he was ready to finish the last of his schooling at Hogwarts, it was, in a way, almost bittersweet. He didn't want to think about that too much right now though, he hadn't even gotten on the train yet.
"Behave you two." Molly said, pointing an accusing finger at him and George, causing an identical mischievous grin to cross both of their faces. "Dunno what you're talking about, mum. We're always on our best behavior, aren't we, Georgie?" Fred said, glancing over to his twin with a wide grin on his face. "Fred's right, mum. We're always on our best behavior. I mean, we've only planned to blow up two toilet seats this year. I reckon that's a new record for us, don't you?"
August 2nd, 2015 at 03:56am