Thanks to some Scottish boys with sexy bad fanfic reading skills and my zany friends, I decided to have a little fun! =D
Hi there. My name is Ebony Smith. I have ruddy brown hair. I keep it cut short. My eyes are greenish but in a hazel-like way. They just don't have much brown in them. I'm related to Carmichael Collins and Rosemary Smith. No one knows who they are. It's kind of nice. They're my parents and divorced but happy; I love them. My teeth are straight and white. I brush them three times a day. Proper dental hygiene is important to me. My skin is pale, but that's just because growing up in northern England and spending too much time indoors isn't conducive to developing a tan. I'm also a witch and go to a school called Hogwarts. With any luck, most of you should know what that is. We're not supposed to tell muggles about it. Currently, I'm a sixth year in Slytherin. I wear mostly black, mainly because the school's robes come in that color. In build, I'm kind of short and squat. My face is pudgy. I have curves. That's about it.
I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was sleeting and clouds covered the sun. I didn't much mind. Weather is as weather does. Other people hurried by without looking at me. No one wanted to be outside with the heaven's pouring down. Shrugging up my shoulders, I shuffled on along.
"Hey Ebony!" Someone was shouting at me. I looked up. It was another sixth year in my house. I knew I should have remembered his name, but I didn't. My memory isn't the best. Spells, herbs, everything that goes in my head floats right on out."
"What's up?" I chirruped, tilting my head.
"Nothing," the boy responded, suddenly ducking his head. I blinked, opening my mouth to reply even though I felt far too awkward for words. However, then I heard Chrissy, one of my friends, calling my name, waving from up on the steps. I muttered something akin to a farewell and hurried off.