Yes. I think somebody else besides me should start. I wouldn't know where to begin.

While I love the idea of Celestina Warbeck's point of view, Mrs. Weasley said she danced to one of her songs when she was 18. Mrs. Weasley is older than the Marauders, so I'm not sure that would work.

May I start?

To Everybody: I am not an animagus. I was bitten by a werewolf.

Adele—

“Adele! Come on! Otherwise we’ll be late!” Mum called upstairs.

I stuffed an extra sweater into my full to bursting bag and closed it. I swiped a look around the room to see if I’d missed anything.That’s when I noticed my book. Little Women. I had almost forgotten it! I grabbed it and pushed it into my small green shoulder bag.

“Adele—“ “Coming!”

I ran down the steps two at a time and landed on the ground floor.

Ben was already waiting with his trunk at the door. “Beat you again!” he declared. I pretended to be annoyed.

I walked through the steam-filled platform to where the gleaming Hogwarts Express stood.

I turned around and waved at Mum and Dad. “Bye!” I yelled over the bustling crowd. I saw two hands go up and heard a muffled “Good-bye!” Then I turned around and got face to face with Sean Konrad.

“Hello Miss. Wolfy.” He smirked. I glared. I wish they had never found out what I was. I wish… “Leave me alone!” I demanded. “Did I hear something?” Sean held a hand up to his ear. “I don’t understand Wolf language. Could you repeat that again?” The boys behind him laughed and started to howl.

I elbowed my way through them to where the open Express door was. I stomped on with the ring of the wolf howls in my ears.

I walked down the hall of filled compartments until I found an empty one. I plumped down on the fluffy seat and pulled out my book, trying to forget the boys’ teasing.

So, I made a list of main characters. Is this everybody?

People:

Ravenclaw: Cliona O’Neil (3rd Year), Wen Peters (4thYear), Celestine Warwick (4th Year)

Hufflepuff: Geraldine Boyer (4th Year)

Gryffindor: Adele Lawrence (3rd Year)

Slytherin: ------------

Sounds good!

//Cliona//

I tapped my foot against the floor of the compartment, trying to ignore my parents. They were looking around the platform with wide eyes, feeling other wizards' clothing fabrics, holding a wand that they found. Honestly, I thought that it was over after my first year, but three in a row? Enough! The opening of the sliding door disrupted my thoughts. Protectively, I grabbed for my wand and aimed it at the door, watching for Slytherins. But no. It was just a blond-haired girl, 3rd year in Gryffindor, I think. She whispered, "Hi," barely audibly and sat down across from me. "Hey," I replied, "I'm Cliona O'Neill. You?" "Adele. Adele Lawrence. You're from Ravenclaw, right?" "Yep. Gryffindor, am I correct?" "Yep." Awkward silence. My parents finally walked away, or got consumed in the smoke from the train. I honestly didn't care which. Soon noise flowed down the hallway. "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" could be heard from some boys two carts up ahead. I rolled my eyes; boys are always so juvenile.

@Ima: Are you talking about Celi? If you are, her last name's Warwick. Not Warbeck. :-)

I believe so.

//Geraldine//

I was trying to find a compartment on the train. I found a one with only a girl reading in it. I slid the glass door open.

"Hello, may I join you?" I asked. "All right," she replied.

I put my owl (Can anybody suggest a good name for him?) and trunk in the luggage rack and sat down.

"I'm Geraldine Boyer. What's your name?" I said.

"Adele Lawrence," she replied shortly. She looked as if she wanted to be left alone to read her book so I didn't ask any more questions.

I thought about the trip to the station. All of my family had come, even Alice, my older sister. She had taken the day off from St. Mungo's to see me off. Jim had complained again that he wanted to go too and Mum had reminded him that it was only another year till he too would be at Hogwarts. My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a girl who I recognized as Celestine Warwick. She was in my Herbology class. Her cat was in her arms. Jo I believe his name was.

She seemed to recognize me for she said," Hello, you're Geraldine right? I'm Celestine, but most people call me Celi. Nice to be going back to Hogwarts, isn't it?" "Yes it is," I said. Then she noticed Adele and said to her, "Hello, what's your name?" 

"Adele Lawrence," Adele replied as she looked up from her book. She didn't go back to reading this time. We all started talking about what we did over the summer.

Just to let you know, I accidentally clicked submit instead of preview. So I wasn't completely finished. It probably wasn't very good because I'm not much of a writer.

Adele—

I felt happy with everyone chatting around me.

“Oh yeah and you won’t believe it. He flew right near my ear! I can’t believe it! One of the most famous seekers in the world,” Cliona finished.

“I am still a fan of the Hollyhead Harpies,” Geraldine said.

Then she turned to me. “So, what about your summer, Adele?” Everybody’s eyes turned to me expectantly. “Well, first of all I—“

“You what: played with your wolf pack?” I recognized Sean’s voice again. Why didn’t he just leave me alone?!

I turned around with an annoyed groan. “Go away or I’ll—“ I demanded. “Or you’ll what? Let your friends eat me. Oh I’m so scared.” He laughed and the boys behind him started to, too.

I took a step toward Sean. We were now face to face. I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Beat it!” I hissed through clenched teeth. I pushed him forcefully backward.

His smirk faded. “Come on guys.” He beckoned for the boys to follow. Before he left he turned around one more time.

“Just warning you girls. I’d be careful around Miss Wolfy.” He turned on his heel and I shut the compartment door.

I slumped down on the seat again. Why was I a werewolf? I wish that had never happened. I wish I were normal. 

Celi-

"I can hex him if you like," I said quietly to Adele, "I know a really good jinx..." Adele shook her head.

   "It's okay." she said. I shrugged.

   "What's his name?"

   "Sean Konrad." Adele mumbled. I nodded, quietly plotting to arrange a little surprise for Mr. Konrad that involved fire, several jinxes and hexes, and a Ventriloquism Charm.  

   While I was in the middle of weaving my plot, the compartment door opened and the rattle of a cart became audible. The words, "Anything from the trolley?" echoed through the room. I smiled at the trolley lady and bought some chocolate cauldrons, a pumpkin pasty, and two chocolate frogs. (I wasn't planning on eating them all, and one of the chocolate frogs was needed for my plan)  

//Cliona//

I glanced around awkwardly, wanting to join in with their conversation but I did nothing but stay in Ireland for the whole summer. "Cliona, what did you do?" Ugh. Now I was cornered. "Well, I, um. Didn't do much but stay in Ireland, I guess." Their eyes kind of widened at this. "Oh, yeah, you live in Ireland, right?" Great. Now I had attention. On my life of an Irish. All I've ever wanted is that people just overlook the Irish part of me, I'm English now. I'm in England. Not Ireland. So just stop paying attention to me! But anyways, I had to answer their question. "Yeah, I live in Ireland. Dublin, on the coast. We live in a cottage next to the ocean, with a farm." I wasn't going to tell them that a cottage was the only thing that Da could afford, and that all we would eat is the food from the farm that we didn't have to sell. Yeah, I'm poor. I could hardly get in any school, let alone this one. Anyways, they continued with their own conversation, and I couldn't care less.