Amersa Selwyn
7:30 PM, September 1st | Hogwarts, Great Hall
Faster than the headmaster could say ‘hodgewinkle pie” Amersa began dumping food onto her plate and shoving it into her mouth.
“Wow, you must be hungry,” the boy sitting across from her blurted out.
“Hmumgloopglugblah,” she looked up in surprise as she tried to swallow down her food. “Hey! I know you, we met at Ollivander’s right?”
“I don’t think I could forget that hair of yours,” he eyed her dryly. “Or your lack of help.”
Amersa smiled sheepishly, “Right. Sorry about that. I’m Amersa by the way, Amersa Sewlyn”
“Calum Hart.”
Amersa’s fork paused two inches in front of her mouth and the piece of chicken fell back down onto the plate. She looked back up at the boy. Blonde hair and brown eyes. He looks nothing like Lyndsey, aside from the fact that they both look like they could be models she mused. Plus, what are the chances that they’re twins? Hart is a common surname, right?
“I don’t know if you’ve met my twin, Lyndsey,” Calum continued. “Redhead, loud, obnoxious, likes to burp in public --”
Nope, it’s not common. Amersa let out a laugh, “Yup, that sounds like her. We sat together on the train.”
“In that case, I apologize on her behalf,” he grinned in response as she picked up her chicken again.
The piece of chicken dropped again as she shook her head, “No need to apologize! Lyndsey is sweet! But isn’t it odd that you two are in different houses?”
“If you spend some more time with us, you’ll find that we’re quite different.”
”Is that an invitation? she raised an eyebrow at him. Before he could respond a shriek from the next table made them both turn their heads to see a gaggle of girls all staring at the end of the Slytherin table. ”What even?”
"Just some girls freaking out over nothing I guess," he shrugged and turned back to his food. Amersa nodded her head in agreement but her eyes followed the girls’ line of sight until her eyes fell on the the object of [those thirsty hoe] gazes. A dark haired boy had his head thrown back in laughter as he spoke words she could not hear.
“Hey,” Calum waved his fork in her direction. “Eat.”
“Right, right,” she said and turned her attention back to the dropped piece of chicken. The dark-haired boy quickly disappeared from her mind as she consumed mouthful after mouthful of steak and kidney pie, roast beef, and Yorkshire pudding. As the plates cleared and refilled to make room for the dessert her eyes widened and became bigger than her stomach. Each type of dessert was piled onto her plate but before she could begin, she heard Calum scoff at her.
“That’s a ridiculous amount of dessert. I regret telling you to eat earlier.”
“Only because you can’t handle it doesn’t mean I can’t,” she retorted. “Just watch me.” Less than five minutes later, only a few crumbs were left.
“Bloody hell, the amount of sugar you stuffed into your mouth was disgusting.”
“Eating sweets is my specialty!”
Dumbledore’s voice rang out across the hall, “First years, report to your house head. All other years are to report to their rooms before curfew. Dismissed.”
Calum looked at her with amusement, “Are you sure you can make it up the stairs after all you ate? I’ve heard it’s a long walk.”
“I’ll be just fine, thank you,” she tossed her hair over her shoulder in response and walked off without him.
