'Do you really think it matters who I come from. It doesn't.'
Genevieve Lowry had always been different, unusual to those who didn't know her. From a young age she had been the 'Weird Little Girl' in her village. Raised by her father, she showed ten...
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⏤ MONDAYS WERE HELL ON EARTH according to Genevieve. She could never understand why it one of her father's favourite days of the week. He associated it with fun to come for the upcoming days, however all she could think of was early mornings, cold weather and a new week of hell in school. Granted her school life had become a lot better than what it was when she was younger, she still associated it around Monday mornings.
She sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, impatiently waiting for the boys to appear. She had in a lap a book that James ordered her to read to understand the game of Quidditch more. She had watched some games during her time but hadn't fully understood the rules, even after explanation.
First to appear down the stairs was Sirius, who much to Genevieve's dismay, was a very loud morning person.
"Hi Gen!" He yelled loudly, earning a series of whines from the girl as she covered her ear with her hand. "Isn't it lovely today?"
"It's Scotland at the star' o' October, it's chankin an' mingin', it's nae lovely." She complained, returning to her book.
"Two things." Sirius replied, sitting by the girl. "You're clearly not a morning person."
"Yer've nae figured tha' out in the las' month o' seein' me in de mornin'?" She asked sarcastically, putting the book away.
Sirius shook his head, smirking. "Second, what does chankin mean?"
Genevieve shrugged. "Cold. Y'ken, it's cold, it's chankin. All yer sassenachs didnae ken how to understan' a Scot d'yer?" She explained.
"Sassenach? That's a weird word." He replied.
"Means an Englishman. Yer, James, Remus an' Peter, yer all sassenachs." Sirius nodded, understanding. "I'll teach yer it eventually, yer'll be slaggin' off Snivellus in nae time."
He chuckled lightly. "Thank you kindly." He joked.
"Aye." She commented absentmindedly. "I can teach yer some Gaelic too." She offered
"Yes please." He replied childishly. The pair laughed, waiting for the other three.
James soon stumbled down the stairs, still pulling his robes on and ruffling his hair. Remus followed, tying his tie and quickly shoving it under his jumper, along with Peter. "Look who's bothered to join us." Sirius spoke up. Genevieve turned to the boys.
"Wha' too' yer so lon', we're hungry, an' nee' feedin'?" She questioned the three of them.
"James couldn't find his robes." Remus started.
"Then Remus couldn't find his tie, which was under his bed weirdly." Peter continued.
"And Peter couldn't find one of his shoes, which Sirius threw on the top of his bed last night to get him to stop humming." James concluded.
