A Curious Girl

Black and Yellow

Elizabeth was snuggled into her blankets and Guinevere was lying down next to her. It was so warm and comfy; she didn’t want to move.

Remus came into her room quietly to wake her up.

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, with his wand lit.

“Hmmm?” she mumbled.

“You need to get up poppet,” he whispered.

“It’s too early,” she groaned turning over.

“We need to get to London,” he said, “you’re going to school.”

Elizabeth sat up excitedly jerking awake.

A very disgruntled Guinevere fell off the bed as Elizabeth sat up suddenly.

“I’m going to Hogwarts?”

“Yes,” nodded Remus laughing slightly.

“Today?”

“We’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on Cariad!” pointed out Lyall.

She leaped out of bed and started to scramble around to find her clothes.

She had finished packing the night before and Remus and Lyall were already dressed.

“Ok Queen Gwen,” said Remus picking up the cat, “in the basket.”

Guinevere seemed slightly annoyed at being put in the basket and glared at Remus as he carried her downstairs.

She pulled on her skirt, shirt and grey school jumper and black tie. She left her robe in her satchel for now so muggles would just think she was wearing a regular school uniform.

Also, in her satchel was some money for the train, one of her sketchbooks and her tin of colouring pencils and some brand-new charcoal pencils.

“You ready Cariad!” Lyall called up the stairs.

“I’m coming,” she called rushing down the stairs putting her brush in the bag to do her hair in the car.

Remus and Lyall had already loaded the trunk into the boot and had secured Guinevere’s basket into one of the backseats.

It was pitch black outside as it was four o’clock in the morning.

“Why do we have to leave so early?” she asked as she flopped into the back seat.

“Because it takes six hours to get there and if there’s traffic we might be late,” said Lyall.

“Hmmm,” she muttered doing up her seatbelt.

She brushed her hair into a ponytail quickly and then settled herself comfortably into her seat.

She must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing she knew, it was daylight and they were on the outskirts of London.

“What’s the time?” she asked stretching.

“Nearly ten o’clock,” said Lyall, “we should get there with about half an hour to spare.”

Elizabeth watched out the window as they drove into London, they got to King’s Cross at twenty past ten.

Lyall went to go and fetch a trolley whilst Elizabeth lifted Guinevere out of the car.

“Calm down Gwen,” said Elizabeth as Guinevere started yowling, “I’ll let you out when we got on the train.”

Remus and Lyall lifted the trunk onto the trolley and Elizabeth placed the basket on top.

“Ok now do you remember the platform number?” asked Lyall as he pushed the trolley.

“Platform nine and three quarters?”

“Correct,” nodded Remus as they reached platforms nine and ten.

“But where is it?” she asked looking around.

“Right in front of you Cariad,” beamed Lyall looking at the barrier.

Elizabeth gulped.

“Come here Beth,” said Lyall taking his hands off the trolley.

Elizabeth took hold of the trolley nervously.

“Do you trust me Beth?” asked Remus as he took hold of the trolley around her.

She nodded.

“Three two one!”

They started to head for the barrier at a run, Elizabeth flinched slightly as she thought they were going to collide with the stone wall.

But when she looked again, she was standing on a platform with a scarlet steam engine. Lyall appeared at the platform a moment later.

The platform was getting steadily more busy with families coming to wave their children off.

Elizabeth had now made it a habit to leave her fringe down so people wouldn’t stare at her scar so no one on the platform actually knew who she was. She wondered how long that was going to last!

“Hi Beth!” said Ernie waving.

“Hey Ernie,” beamed Elizabeth sighing in relief.

She was glad that she had found Ernie, this platform was full of people she didn’t know, and they found out how she was they would be fawning all over.

“Should we go find a compartment,” suggested Mr Macmillan, “they’ll start filling up soon.”

They found an empty compartment and loaded in the two trunks, Guinevere and Ernie’s owl which he had called Merlin.

Ernie and Elizabeth went back out onto the platform to say goodbye to their families.

“You behave yourselves,” said Mr Macmillan, “I don’t want you two getting in any trouble.”

“It’s Tim who gets into trouble,” protested Ernie, “not me!”

“Can’t I come with you!” begged Tim.

“Not for a couple of years Timmy,” said Ernie crouching down, “I need you to look after Mum and Dad for me, can you do that?”

Tim seemed uncertain for a moment but then nodded.

“I’m going to miss you Cariad,” said Lyall giving her a hug, “I’ll see at Christmas ok?”

Elizabeth nodded tearily.

“I love you little Beth,” said Remus pulling her in for a hug, “I’ll write to you ok?”

“I love you Uncle Remus,” she muttered.

“I love you too sweetheart,” he sighed, “but you’ve got to go to school.”

“Blow them all away Cariad!” chuckled Lyall.

Remus let her out of the hug and she and Ernie got back onto the train and their families left the platform.

“Well we made it on the train,” said Ernie, “and no one’s recognised you yet!”

“I wonder how long that’s going to last, the whole school will know it’s me before tonight.”

“What are you talking about,” chuckled Ernie, “you don’t look like your parents, and your fringe hides your scar.”

“The sorting,” she sighed, “I have to get sorted in front of the whole school.”

“Oh yeah,” he muttered, “that might be a bit of a give-away.”

“What house do you want to be in Ernie?”

“I don’t know my parents were both Gryffindors, but my cousin Amy was a Hufflepuff, that seems pretty cool.”

“Same here, mum and dad were Gryffindor’s, but I don’t think I’m brave enough.”

“That’s not the reason you should be a Hufflepuff,” said Ernie, “you should be a Hufflepuff because you are good loyal and a true friend.”

“Sounds like we’re going to be Hufflepuff’s together then,” beamed Elizabeth.

The platform was getting more full by this point when somebody stopped at the compartment door.

“Hello,” mumbled a boy who was clutching a toad in one hand and his trunk in another, “do you mind if I join you?”

“Sure,” said Ernie helping the boy with his trunk, the toad tried to escape from the boys grasp but Guinevere caught him.

“Good girl Gwen,” said Elizabeth bending down to pick up the toad and handing it back to the boy.

“Sorry,” the boy blushed, “Trevor likes to escape.”

“That’s ok,” shrugged Elizabeth as she sat back down.

“I’m Neville, Neville Longbottom.”

“Hi Neville,” said Ernie, “I’m Ernie and this is Beth.”

“Hi Ernie, hi Beth,” said Neville as he sat down clutching onto Trevor.

“You two both starting today too?”

“Yeah,” said Ernie.

“What houses do you think you might be in?”

“Hufflepuff,” they both said together.

“Hufflepuff does sound pretty good,” chuckled Neville.

“Excuse me,” said a boy with dark hair poking his head around the door as the train started to pull away, “is there any space in here, most of the compartments are full.”

“Sure,” said Ernie as he and Neville got up to help him with his trunk.

“Justin Finch-Fletchley,” he said shaking everyone’s hands.

“Neville Longbottom,” said Neville shaking his hand.

“Ernie Macmillan.”

“Beth,” said Elizabeth shaking his hand stammering for a moment, they were going to find out tonight anyway.

“Beth Potter,” she finished.

“You’re kidding?” asked Neville, “right?”

“I wish I was,” sighed Elizabeth moving her fringe off of her forehead to show her scar.

“Merlin!” muttered Neville his eyes popping out.

“I’ve got to admit that’s a pretty cool scar,” exclaimed Justin impressed.

“You’re a muggle born aren’t you Justin?” asked Ernie.

“A what?”

“A muggle born, non-magical parents,” explained Neville.

“Oh,” said Justin, “then yes I am.”

“Well Beth, saved the wizarding community from an evil wizard when she was a baby,” explained Ernie.

“What was this wizards name?”

“Voldemort,” said Elizabeth biting her lip.

“I’ve got some books written on it,” said Elizabeth fetching the books on modern magical history out of her trunk, “it explains everything in there.”

“I don’t remember it as I was only a baby, so these books probably explain better than I ever could.”

“Thanks,” said Justin flicking the book open to the right chapter.

“It’s really weird,” said Neville as Justin read, “I thought you’d look more like one of your parents.”

“People don’t always look exactly like their parents Nev,” laughed Ernie.

“Well yeah but in all the pictures you’ve either got red hair like Lily’s or jet black like James, whereas yours.”

“Is somewhere in the middle,” said Elizabeth, “that is how genetics works.”

“I’m sorry about your parents,” said Justin biting his lip and looking over at Elizabeth as he finished reading.

“It’s ok,” she muttered staring down at her shoes.

“You guys ever played Trick or Treat Every Flavour Beans?” said Neville getting out a box of beans, trying to change the subject.

“What are Every Flavour Beans?” asked Justin.

“They’re brilliant is what they are,” chortled Ernie.

“They’re jellybeans, but there are trick flavours hidden within the sweets.”

“How’d you play?” asked Ernie.

“Well, you take a jellybean, try to guess the two possible flavours. If you get one of the two flavours right you get a point, if you swallow a trick sweet you get an extra point, but if you spit it out you lose two points.”

“Sounds like fun,” said Justin as Elizabeth put her books back away.

“You up for it Beth?” asked Neville.

“Um, I’ll give it a go but I might just end up watching.”

“Fair enough,” said Neville getting out a piece of paper and a quill.

He wrote everyone’s name down and closed his eyes to pick his first bean.

He pulled out a bright red bean.

“I’m going to guess cherry or blood,” said Neville looking at his bean.

He popped it in his mouth and bit down closing his eyes.

“Cherry,” he beamed in relief swallowing it.

“One point,” he said writing that down.

“I’ll go next,” said Ernie reaching into the box and pulling out a bright yellow bean.

“Hmmm,” he muttered, “lemon or rotten eggs.”

Elizabeth shuddered at even the thought of such a bean.

Ernie put the bean in his mouth and bit down, he winced slightly but then crunched down again before swallowing it.

“Water,” he rasped.

Elizabeth passed him a glass of water which he gulped down.

“Rotten eggs,” said Ernie shaking his head.

“Two points,” said Justin impressed.

Justin went next and picked out a bright green bean.

“Um Lime, or snot, I suppose.”

“For England,” he said proudly holding up the bean.

Elizabeth giggled as Justin put the bean in his mouth and bit down.

He face was more surprised than disgusted though.

“Grass,” he shrugged, “nil poits.”

“Actually, you do get a point,” said Neville, “you did eat a trick sweet.”

Elizabeth picked a bean out of the box; it was a lighter green than Justin’s had been.

“Er,” she muttered, “apple or snot.”

She put the bean in and bit down.

It was disgusting, she reached for a napkin and spat it out.

“Snot,” she rasped taking the glass of water.

“Minus two I’m afraid,” said Neville.

“That’s fine,” said Elizabeth taking another gulp of water, “I don’t want to play anymore anyway.”

“Fair enough,” said Justin.

“More beans for us!” beamed Ernie.

“They’re disgusting,” said Elizabeth shaking her head as she got out her sketchbook.

“Which is what makes it fun,” chuckled Neville as he chose a second bean.

She found a clean page in her sketchbook and put her pencil tin next to Guinevere who was sleeping between her and Justin.

She started to draw the boys playing their game.

She was halfway through shading Neville’s jumper when a bossy girl with bushy hair appeared in the compartment doorway.

“Excuse me,” said the girl, “I’ve been doing some calculations, and I believe that Elizabeth Potter must be in the same year as me.”

“What makes you say that?” asked Ernie as he picked another bean.

Ernie was now in the lead and had fifty points, but they were starting to run out of beans.

“Well she was born on the 31st of July 1980, she should be in the same academic year as me.”

“And?” asked Justin raising his eyebrows.

“Well I’ve been searching up and down the train asking in all the compartments if anyone has seen her I want to introduce myself to her, I’m Hermione Granger.”

Neville opened his mouth slightly, but Ernie kicked him slightly to make him shut up.

“Well Hermione,” said Justin, “I’m sorry to tell you that she’s not in here and we haven’t seen her.”

“Oh,” muttered Hermione disappointed, “never mind then.”

She turned to leave and moved onto the next compartment.

“Well she was rude,” said Justin.

“Hmmm,” agreed Ernie glaring at where Hermione had been standing a minute before.

Elizabeth had been staring at her sketchbook for the whole experience.

“You ok Beth?” asked Ernie.

“Everyone’s going to be like that aren’t they?” she muttered.

“Not everyone,” Neville pointed out, “we’re not!”

“Thanks, Nev,” she said as she went back to her drawing.

“Can I take a look?” asked Justin as she finished.

Elizabeth passed Justin her sketchbook.

“These are amazing,” he beamed flicking through her drawings.

“You’ve made me look quite good,” said Ernie looking at the drawing she had just done.

“I draw what I see Ernie,” she shrugged

“Eye of the beholder and all that rubbish,” snorted Justin.

Not long after that the sweet trolley came round and they bought five more boxes of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans.

“These should last us a few more hours,” said Ernie.

“Might give me a chance to catch you up Macmillan.”

“You wish Finch Fletchley!” crowed Ernie.

Justin was currently on 25 points to Ernie’s 50.

By the time they got towards school they had made it through two full boxes but still had four more for another time.

Elizabeth went out into the corridor so the boys could get changed into their uniforms and robes.

When they had changed, she pulled her own robe over the top of her uniform.

“I hope we all get sorted together,” said Elizabeth.

“If I get put in the same house as that Hermione, I’m going to ask for a house change,” said Justin.

“I’m sure she can’t be that bad,” assured Elizabeth.

“This is the girl who was hunting the train for you earlier,” said Neville.

“That is more than a bit creepy,” agreed Ernie.

“I’ve come to school to make friends not enemies,” said Elizabeth putting Guinevere in her basket.

“She’s got a good point there,” agreed Justin as they all got off the train leaving their pets and luggage behind.

Neville though was clutching onto Trevor for dear life again.

“It’s alright Trev,” said Neville, “we’re nearly there now.”

“First years!” bellowed a man that had to be the same size as at least three regular men.

“First years over here!”

“Who’s he?” stammered Elizabeth.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” whispered Ernie, “don’t forget anybody who wants to hurt you has to get through me first, and I’ve been training Merlin to bite on command.”

Elizabeth laughed slightly as they headed down to the boats.

She got into a boat with Neville, Justin, and Ernie.

The boats began to move on their own and Elizabeth watched the landscape change slowly. They came around a corner and got their first glimpse of Hogwarts.

She had been there once before but it was even more magnificent now.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

“Woah!” exclaimed Justin.

Neville and Ernie were both beaming.

They walked up the steps to the castle and waited in the entrance hall when Professor McGonagall arrived to give them the welcoming speech.

She gave Elizabeth a quick nod of acknowledgement before she began.

“Welcome to Hogwarts, the start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony because while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend time in your house common room.”

“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history, and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.”

“The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.”

Professor Mcgonagall left the room to come back when she was ready for them.

“How’s my hair,” asked Elizabeth turning to Ernie.

“It’s fine,” he muttered strangling himself with his tie.

“Come here,” she chuckled loosening it and reteeing it for him.

“Thanks Beth,” he breathed in relief.

Elizabeth looked around the chamber and saw there was about thirty students waiting to be sorted.

“Is this a usual class size?” she asked.

“No,” said Neville, “my Gran said there’s usually about a hundred in a year.”

“Why are there so few?” asked Justin as he smoothed out his robe.

“We were born in a middle of a wizarding war,” shrugged Ernie.

Hermione was looking around the room frantically trying to see if she could find the legendary Elizabeth Potter.

Fortunately, though before Hermione could find her, they had to go into to be sorted. Elizabeth noticed that the several hundred students at each table were watching the new first years with interest.

Professor McGonagall placed a battered old hat on a stool which started to sing.

“Oh, you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find,
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And I’ll can cap them all!
There’s nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can’t see,
So, try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindor’s apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don’t be afraid!
And don’t get in a flap!
You’re in safe hands (though I have none)
For I’m a thinking cap!”

There was a round of applause as Professor McGonagall got out a list of parchment.

“Abbot Hannah!”

A girl with blonde plaits went up to be sorted.

“Hufflepuff!”

“Bones Susan!”

A girl with a sheet of red hair went to be sorted and was also sorted into Hufflepuff.

“Finch-Fletchley Justin!” she called after a while.

“Good luck Justin,” said Neville.

Ernie put his thumbs up.

Justin went up to the stool to the hat and tried it on.

“Hufflepuff!”

Justin beamed in relief and ran off to the Hufflepuff table.

Then Neville had to be sorted, he took nearly five minutes before the hat finally called out Hufflepuff.

Neville let out a huge breath before running over to sit next to Justin.

All too soon it was Ernie’s turn.

“You’ll be ok,” said Ernie, “I’ll see you on the other side.

Ernie walked up to the stool and tried on the hat.

“Hufflepuff!”

Ernie beamed and went to sit with Neville and Ernie as McGongall called for Artemis Nightshade, who was also sent to Hufflepuff.

“Elizabeth Potter!” called McGonagall.

There was a great amount of muttering throughout the Great Hall, but she took a deep breath and collected herself before walking up the stool.

Everyone in the whole school was staring at her, but she didn’t see them for long because she had the hat put on other her eyes.

“Hmmm,” muttered a voice, “a good mind I see, excellent in fact. Very creative, perhaps Ravenclaw?”

“Then again I see you are also very hardworking and a good true friend, so possibly Hufflepuff. Which one would you prefer?”

“I get a choice?” she whispered.

“Everyone gets a choice, you just have to make the right one.”

“All my friends are in Hufflepuff,” she considered.

“And good friends they are too,” said the hat.

“Hufflepuff!” called the hat loud enough for the whole school to hear.

The hat was pulled off of her head and there was a tumultuous applause. The whole school was applauding her including the whole Hufflepuff table half of which were screaming at the top of their lungs in joy.

The Hufflepuff’s couldn’t believe that the legendary Elizabeth Potter had been sorted into their house!

Elizabeth ran over to sit next to Ernie who was sat opposite Justin and Neville.

“I knew we’d all end up together,” beamed Justin as Ernie patted her on the back.

There was only one more person to join Hufflepuff, Zacharias Smith who sat down between Artemis and the second years.

Then Dumbledore gave the opening speech and then the feast began!

The food appeared on the plates in the middle of the table out of nowhere and Elizabeth helped herself to some roast chicken, potatoes and vegetables.

“So, you’re the legendary Elizabeth Potter,” drawled Zacharias, “where’s your scar then?”

“Leave her alone,” muttered Ernie.

“What, I can’t be the only one who wants some proof!”

“Are you deaf as well as thick,” asked Artemis turning to face him, “if she wants to be left alone leave her alone!”

“Thanks,” muttered Elizabeth who had been staring at her plate.

“I’m Artie,” said Artemis holding out a hand, “the only person who calls me Artemis is my gran and my Mum when she’s angry.”

“Beth,” said Elizabeth shaking her hand.
“Nice to meet you Beth,” said Artie, “and who are these dashing young gents?”

“Ernie,” he chuckled.

“Neville,” he said waving.

“Justin,” said Justin reaching across the table to shake her hand.

“Zacharias,” he grumbled.

“Well it’s lovely to meet you all,” she beamed, “and you two are again?”

Hannah and Susan had been busy talking at the end of the table.

“I’m Hannah and this is Susan,” said Hannah quickly before going back to her conversation with Susan.

“So what’s everyone most looking forward to doing at Hogwarts?” asked Ernie.

“Well learning to use a wand obviously,” muttered Zacharias.

Ernie rolled his eyes and ignored this comment.

“I’m looking forward to Herbology,” said Neville, “I like plants.”

“I love plants,” said Elizabeth, “then again I think that’s just because I like being outdoors.”

“I’m looking forward to Defence,” said Hannah, “that’s really important.”

“I want to join the house team,” said Artie, “I’m a great flyer.”

“First years aren’t allowed their own brooms,” said Zacharias, “how are you going to get on the team without a broom?”

“I’ll find a way,” said Artie tapping her nose knowingly.

“You guys got any brothers or sisters?” asked Hannah.

Neville, Elizabeth, Justin and Susan all shook their heads.

“I’m the fifth in my family to go to Hogwarts,” said Artie, “I’m the first girl though and the youngest. My mum took one look at me screaming at the top of her lungs and decided that five kids was enough!”

“I’ve got a little sister,” said Zacharias, “she’ll be coming to Hogwarts in three years.”

“Same,” said Hannah, “they’ll be in the same year!”

“I’ve got a little brother, Tim’s only six though.”

All too soon the plates disappeared, and Dumbledore gave his welcoming speech. He warned them to stay away from the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side, but somehow, as she was given no reason this made her curious as to what was there in the first place.

Then they were shown to their new common room by their prefects, Callum and Mary.

Mary pulled out her wand and showed them how to tap the barrel correctly by tapping out Helga Hufflepuff.

As the girls and boys were sleeping in different dorms and Elizabeth had had a long day, she said goodnight to the boys.

“Night Beth,” said Ernie, “see you tomorrow.”

“Night guys,” said Elizabeth heading up the stairs to the girl’s dorms.

There were four beds and all four of the beds had a yellow patchwork quilt on top. The other three beds had already been claimed so Elizabeth took the last free bed between Hannah and Artemis’.

“I can’t believe I’m in the same house as Elizabeth Potter!” exclaimed Susan as she put away her books

“Well you’d better believe it,” snorted Artie, “because we’re all going to be living together for the next seven years.”

“Merlin seven years,” muttered Hannah.

Elizabeth started to unpack her trunk as the other girls talked. Once she had unpacked everything, she got out her cage.

“Nobody minds cats, do they?”

“Fine by me,” said Artie as she put up a poster of the Holyhead Harpies.

Elizabeth opened the basket and Guinevere leaped out. She started to prowl around the new room inspecting everyone. She seemed to like everyone because she didn’t hiss or snarl at any of the other girls.

Guinevere hopped up onto the window seat and began to preen claiming the cushion as her own.

“Well somebody seems to think she owns the place,” said Hannah giving Guinevere a tickled between the ears.

“Her names Guinevere.”

“You don’t talk much do you Beth?” asked Artie.

Elizabeth shook her head as she set up the photos on her bedside table. There was a photo of Lily and James and another one that had been taken a few weeks ago of Elizabeth with her Grandpa and her Uncle Remus.

Artie and Hannah were in the middle of a lively debate over who was better, the Chudley Cannons or the Holyhead Harpies.

“You must miss your parents,” said Susan coming over to talk to her.

“I don’t really remember them,” said Elizabeth shrugging and staring down at her shoes.

“I don’t remember my Aunt and Uncle either, or my grandparents.”

Elizabeth looked up at Susan curiously.

“Half my family were killed in the war, my grandparents for not joining You Know Who, and my Uncle Edgar and his whole family.”

“Why?” whispered Elizabeth.

“Because he married a muggleborn, they had three children, one was only a few months old.”

“That’s terrible!” exclaimed Elizabeth.

“It could have been worse,” shrugged Susan, “I’ve still got Mum and Dad and Aunty Amelia.”

Susan got back up to go back to her own bed.

“I still think the Canon’s are better than the Harpies!” said Hannah with her hands on her hips.

“Yeah well I think you’re wrong, the Harpies are the best, I want to join them when I’m older.”

Elizabeth shook her head and got out her hairbrush.

“Don’t tell them will you?” asked Susan, “about my family I mean, I don’t want people feeling sorry for me.”

“I get that,” said Elizabeth as she pulled out her ponytail, “if I could get away with it people wouldn’t know about my parents either.”

“Can I do your hair!” asked Hannah rushing over.

Elizabeth seemed slightly uncertain.

“Please!” she begged, “it’s such a pretty colour!”

“Oh alright then,” said Elizabeth giving in and handing Hannah the hairbrush.

The girls ended up staying up until gone midnight chatting, doing each other’s hair and getting to know each other.

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