Hello! I'm Lissy, and I was recently inspired by the number of RP Charrie Fics on this site and I decided to make my own The story will center around Cale Newell, who is my new RP charrie as of next term and the cousin of my current charrie Emma But I'm so excited to play him that I didn't want to wait till term, so this fic will start off as a glimpse at his home life, and then will move into Cale's life at school

So, without further ado, let's jump right into the story, shall we?

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Who is Cale Newell? - Sa13+


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Chapters:
The Changes
The Cousin
The Sorting
The Sunrise
The Broomstick
The Alley
The Pink Girl
The Pickup Line
The Fall
The Other Prefect
The Seperation
The Seperate School
The Letter
The Two Girls
The Step Sister
The Decision
The Invasion
The Birthday Party
The Breakup
The Flying Lesson
The First Date
The Drama
The Angst
The Mopey Prefect
The Cale-Hate
The Name on the Table
The Post-Breakup




He couldn’t remember much about it, which was strange. Usually, when you are 11 years old, you remember the more significant events in your life. He was pretty sure that losing a parent fell under that category.

Maybe it was the fact that his dad was hardly ever around. He wasn’t sure what he had done for a living, and he was pretty sure his mom didn’t know exactly what it was either, but he had been in foreign relations, and therefore hardly ever home. He definitely did remember the crying--there was a lot of crying on his mum's part. He understood what was going on--his dad had gotten sick, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He remembered crying himself, locked upstairs in his room. Neither of his sisters remembered how dreary and depressing the air felt in the Newell house for that month in August.

And then, suddenly, everything became a blur. The only thing he could remember next was being told by his mother that he was not going to Hogwarts.

Now, every kid dreams of going to Hogwarts. The huge castle walls, the House cup, Quidditch matches, classes...all the stories he had been hearing while growing up were now just that--stories. He would never get to experience the thrill of sitting in his first Transfiguration class. He would never be able to visit Hogsmeade with the rest of his class. Instead, he was sentenced to spending his teenage years in his house, being taught mediocre spells and charms by his mother.

He knew why she was doing it. She was scared she would lose him too...an irrational, yet somewhat understandable fear. He'd feel really guilty if he left her and went and did something stupid and ended up losing a leg or something. Something like that would almost inevitably happen, since he could barely get dressed without tripping over his feet and falling into something. So, he kept his mouth shut and just dealt with it for four years. That was when he decided he couldn't take it anymore.

Cale Newell loved his mom, and his sisters...he really did. But, truth be told, she had been a stay at home mom while her husband was still alive for a reason. She had a desk job at St. Mungos now, but if she had a job that had anything to do with spellwork, Cale would be worried for her. He could tell, even without being in a classroom full of 30 other students, that her spells were not very good, probably only A standard at best. If he was going to make it someday in the Ministry, he would need to be able to perform higher level jinxes and charms. When he told this to his mother, she was quite worried at first, but after a long period of persuading, he convinced her.

Cale Newell was coming to Hogwarts.

First Reader!!! This sounds like a really good story Lissy!! I will love to read more of this... so PAMS!!

Jemma
xxx

*sigh*
A story inspired by my dear Bella. At least she does have a purpose besides causing drama

I love it Lisseh! I shall look forward to stalking reading

Cale sounds UBER awesome and sweet Lisseh
PAMS deary
Holliee xx

Thank you! And nice to meet you, Jemma

Aww, don't say that *huggles Bella*

Glad you liked it

I wouldn't exactly call him sweet You'll see why in a minute

Thanks for all the luffly comments, dearies Here we go with the next chapter

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The Cousin


"Ok, here's the letters...You got them all?"

Emma Cobblesten, Cale's little cousin, was perched on the end of his bed, handing him a number of large scrolls, which were letters she had written for her friends. Poor Emma, he thought to himself. The strange animals-turning-into-students disaster last year had caused her parents to become paranoid that their youngest daughter was not safe at Hogwarts, and they were sending her to America to live with her older sister Penny and attend wizarding school there. Cale had been rather disappointed; she was his favorite cousin, despite the 4 year age difference and the fact that she was a little girl obsessed with make-up. He had been looking forward to knowing at least ONE person at Hogwarts.

Although, according to Emma, all the people she knew were really friendly and would be nice to him, especially when he told them he was related to her. But he still didn't like the fact that she was using him as an owl to deliver messages to all her friends.

"Yes, I have them right here," he patted the side of his pocket to show her that he had them in a safe, yet accessible place. "And all of your friends pictures...except the one of Bella. I don't think you ever gave me one of her."

"Oh, I don't remember ever having one..." Emma replied, tapping her finger on her chin. "Oh, well, you can ask Jack or someone else to see her."

"Who's Jack?"

"The Quidditch captain! Can you at least try to keep up?" Emma snapped. "Ok, all you need to remember is that Anna is the one with curly hair, and she's really smart and kind of bossy. But that's just natural for her; I think it runs in her family. Jason plays Quidditch and has a lot of Gryffindor pride, and...well, we'll just go over the rest later, ok?"

Cale was hardly listening at that point. "Can you toss me my dragonhide gloves?" he asked, turning back to the large trunk that was sitting in front of his bed.

Emma grabbed them off the nightstand and attempted to toss them to Cale, but missed and nearly broke the small replica of the Holyhead Harpies stadium Cale had sitting on his desk. He rolled his eyes and snatched the gloves from the tiny little figurine. One of the goal posts had broken.

"Sorry," Emma muttered as she blushed. Clumsiness really did run in the family, it seemed.

"It's okay," he sighed in reply. He dropped the gloves in his trunk and stood back to admire his packing handiwork.

"So, are you nervous about the sorting?" she asked, bouncing off his bed and examining the damage she had done to his replica.

"No," he answered. He said it just a little too quickly, and a little too loudly.

"Don't worry about it...you're lucky," Emma said, helping him to close to top of his trunk over his belongings. "Most students have to actually sit in front of the whole school and get sorted...you just get to go to the Headmistress and get sorted privately in her office. I heard that's what they do when any student makes the transition from homeschooling to Hogwarts."

Cale sighed as they finally snapped his trunk shut. He sat down on top of it, staring at his hands. "Ok, truth be told...I am a little nervous. What if I get in Slytherin?"

"So? That's not a bad thing," Emma assured him, sitting next to him on top of the trunk, "I had lots of friends in Slytherin. Plus, your dad was a Slytherin, and he was really nice. Or you might get your mum's house."

"Hufflepuff?" Cale asked in horror. "That might be worse."

"Hey, I know lots of cool people in Hufflepuff too! Once you get there, you'll find out that all those sterotypes aren't true. There are some exceptions, of course, but most of the prejudice between the houses is long gone." she explained. "Or, you could be in a house totally unlike the one your parents were in. Like Jacob. Neither of our parents where in Hufflepuff and he ended up there, while me and Jackie went to Gryffindor and Penny was in Ravenclaw."

Cale didn't say anything...he just continued to stare at his hands. The little girl looked at him, and after knowing him her whole life, she was certain something was wrong. Cale was not one who was usually at a loss for words.

"Cale?" Emma asked, "You look like something else is bothering you."

He sighed and leaned back against the wall his trunk was propped against. It was strange that he, a 16 year old male, always felt like opening up to his little cousin, a 12 year old little girl. She was the only person that he didn't have to act all cool and macho around. He wasn't exactly sure why that was, but it was nice to talk to someone about his secrets every once in a while.

"What if people don't like me?" he asked. "What if people think I'm the freaky new kid?" He never had been good with people judging him.

"You must have a very demented sense of reality," she replied, rolling her eyes. "People don't think like that. All you have to do is be nice to people and be yourself. Who cares if they think you're a freak? You really need to stop worrying about what people think of you, Cale. And when I say be yourself, I mean be yourself, not that egotistical jerk you turn into sometimes."

Cale rolled his eyes right back at her. The thing you need to understand about Cale is, he is a real guy guy. When meeting new people (especially if the people include a couple of attractive females) he can get a bit of a big head. He tends to be a bit of a show off, and says some things he probably shouldn't say. He likes being the center of attention. And even though he knows people don't like jerky guys like that, he still does it. It's kind of hard to explain why...that's just the complicated way that boys act.

"I'm sure you'll have nothing to worry about," his cousin said again. "If it makes you feel any better, I can come with you and your mum to your sorting. So you have extra support."

He shook his head, "No, that's ok. You're probably right. School can't be that difficult can it?"

"Nope, it's not. You'll like Hogwarts," Emma added. A noticeable gloom settled over her face, and Cale remembered why; she wasn't going there with him next year. "There's lots of drama, so you'll have tons of fun."

He wrinkled his eyebrows. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Emma sighed. "No offense Cale, but you're kind of a drama queen."

OMG. Cale's a drama queen! I love it. Bella and Cale will get along very well, I know

I can't wait for them to meet

Loved the post Lissy! I can't wait either until Bella and Cale meet! It will be sooo cool!!

Keep posting!

Jemma
xxx

BWAH HAHA:

LOL @ me being really smart and kind of bossy. Anna really, REALLY is that way!! haha

This is a really awesome story! Anna can't wait to meet Cale!

*Squeel* Cora will miss Emma But my new charrie would enjoy being friends with Cale

I loooove it Lisseh It flows really well, and your writing style is awesssoooome

Amy <3333

Haha. Drama Queen
Miles can't wait to meet Cale xD
PAMS
Holleh xxx

I love Emma xD

Willow and Cale are going to have to meet, Lissy. I think he's awesome

PAMS!

~Angie

Oh yes, I predict a great friendship for those two as well Or maybe they'll cause TOO much drama

Glad you liked it luv

I told you that you were in it How could Emma not tell Cale about her very bestest friend?

Emma will miss Cora too The Charlies Angels of Hogwarts are breaking up!

Thanks hun

Yup...Cale's a bit of a man diva

He seems to be very popular and he isn't even at Hogwarts yet

This will not be her only appearance in the story, I can assure you

Thanks for all the lovely replies Time for chapter 3!

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The Sorting

The castle was huge. And frightening.

It was probably because the castle was so empty. He knew it would be full of life in about, two weeks, but right now...it was eerie.

It didn't help matters when, on the way to the Headmistress' office, he walked through a ghost.

A real freakin ghost. After that, he was seriously thinking about turning around and walking right back into the office they had just come from, and Flooing right back home.

He didn't know why they couldn't just Floo into the Head's office...apparently there were spells on the fireplace over the summer holidays that prevented them from getting in that particular office. Either way, one of the professors...he wasn't sure who, she had introduced herself but he had already forgotten her name and the subject she taught...was leading his mum and himself to her office.

When they got there, the Head wasn't even in her office. She probably had better things to do than sort a new transfer student.

The professor who led them there got a hat down from the display case. It must have been the legendary Sorting Hat. Cale's hands were shaking now--he had promised himself that he wouldn't freak out, but it wasn't working. He felt like that stupid, ratty old hat was going to determine his whole future.

In a way, it really was.

He sat down on a stool, sheepishly smiled at his mother, and suddenly everything was dark.

Well, hello there.

He jumped about a mile in the air. Was this place trying to scare the living daylights out of him? What the heck was that? He whipped his head around for a few seconds before he realized the hat was talking to him.

Starting a little late, aren't we? Oh well, let's just get this over with, I was napping before I got woken up for this, you know. Hmm...quite the risk taker we have here...rather mischievous too.

Cale was a bit resented at that last statement, but he didn't have much time to think about it. He held his breath, waiting for the decision that would be a huge factor in determining just how smoothly these next two years went by for him. His knuckles were turning white as he gripped the stool tighter with each passing second. What was taking it so long?

A bit clumsy, as well, but I remember your mother, I think she was like that too...hmmm, let's see, intelligent and very resourceful, loyal...I guess we're just going to have to put you in

GRYFFINDOR!

He heard the hat scream that last part to small room. His mother let out a joyful little squeak that was mixed with a sob. The professor took the hat off his head and congratulated him, but he couldn't remember responding her.

He wasn’t sure exactly how they got back to the fireplace they had come from—he honestly couldn’t remember walking through the corridors. But once they got home, and the nausea that usually accompanied Floo Power had died away, he realized that his legs felt like jelly, he still wasn’t breathing normally, and he was sweating a great deal.

It wasn’t until he got into bed that night when it finally hit him:

He had been sorted into Gryffindor.

That night, Cale fell asleep with a smile on his face.

*acts shocked*
Gryffindor?
What a surpriiiise

Awww.. Poor Cale! He was freaking out

Awesome, Lissy... PAMS

Hehehe. He is sooo cuuuute *pinches his cheeks* Can't wait for him to come to Hoggywarts

<333

Haha.
LOVE IT