Before I explain this story, those people who have read my other stories as probably wondering why I'm writing over 3 books at the same time. Well, this one was a small chapter series which i wanted to make, since it seemed fun. So, this is a story of a girl who joins this luxury boarding school. She finds friends, enemies and some friendships grow into something that's maybe more. This is a story of The New Girl.
Fitz POV
So we began the acting. the moment the teacher told us to begin, I spoke up.
"Do you mind if I sit here, everywhere else is full?" I asked.
Percy shook his head.
"I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley", I said. We continued the scene. Then Cassie's turn came.
"Has any one of you seen a toad? A boy called Neville's lost one, Oh are you doing magic? Let's see then", She said in an almost perfect impression on Hermione. She was pretty cute......NO FITZ NO, NO THOUGHTS LIKE..... YOU HATE HER! I scolded myself.
"Sunshine daisies butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow", I tried. It wasn't nearly as good as she was, but she still gave me an approving smile, which made me lose all coherent thought.
"Are you sure that's a real spell, well it's not very good is it, I've tried a few simple spells myself, but they've worked for me. For example, Oculus Repairo, that's better isn't it, Holy Cricket, you Harry Potter, I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" She spoke again. Was Emma Watson possessing her?
"Ron Weasley", I muttered, trying to sound like him.
She finished off her lines, and the teacher came over. "That was excellent, bravo!" He said. "Mr. Jenner, you may leave. Mr. Carson, Miss. Danvers, I need to speak with you", the teacher said. Percy waved goodbye and left.
"So, I wanted to give you the scripts, so you may prepare for rehearsals. It is a story of two people, meeting in a forest and finding new adventures together, It is a story of tragedy, of wonder, mystery, and thrill", He explained, waving his hands around.
"Take these, and you may leave", he said. We walked away, holding the scripts. Well, see you in the next class, I called, leaving to catch up with my friends. Cassie wave skipped again, before turning away, but I thought I saw her blush. Probably wishful, uh, unwishful? thinking.
