HP Blogfest - Just the Three of Us

Michael over at In Time ... is hosting a Blogfest today in which we have to say which two students would be our best friends at Hogwarts, and what our friendship would belike - all in no more than 350 words. Mine is exactly 350 words, and my friends were at Hogwarts, just a few years earlier than our intrepid trio! Well I am getting on a bit you know!



Being that bit older, my best friends at Hogwarts were Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett. We were friends from the moment Molly grabbed the two us and shoved us into one of the boats waiting to take us to Hogwarts for the very first time. She told us then that we had to stick together, so we did. She was a bit scary when you are aged eleven. I think it was the fact that we were the three red-heads in the year, and that there was safety in numbers.
Arthur and I shared a love of muggle things. It was a dream come true when we found that we shared a dormitory with two muggle-borns. There was much swapping of muggle gadgets for charmed knick-knacks. Our friendship was not based on misdemeanours, but on a delight in the ordinary; that and doing whatever Molly said. I think the nearest muggle equivalent would be nerds. Or geeks. I’m not sure actually.
I’m afraid Arthur and I were not academic high fliers. We sat at the back with our secret parchment notebooks, trying to devise muggle artifacts. The notebooks were our own invention actually; sheets of parchment bound together at the top. We had tried to transfigure millipedes into a form of binding for the top, but we could never quite get it right. The binding had a habit of trying to drag our notebooks into dark corners, or would eat half a page overnight. Molly told us that we were cheating and we ought to do it without any magic, which was sort of obvious when we thought about it.
We were in the wizarding chess club together. When I say we, I mean Arthur and I; Molly left us to it and went off and organised someone else for the evening. Arthur always beat me I have to say, or nearly always. Our finest hour was battling it out in our final year at the final of the wizarding chess tournament. I won, but only because Molly had just told Arthur that they were going to elope! Happy days.