Author's Note: Yes. I know. An OC. Horror. No, really, it is. Because usually I absolutely hate, loathe and detest OC's. Especially Mary Sue ones. So please PLEASE tell me if you find my OC to be a Mary Sue, but please tell me WHY. You OC-haters should also be glad to know that my OC will have no romatic feelings for the Marauders or Snape. Or Lily, for that matter. She will have a romantic interest, but romance will not be what the story is mainly about.

I am Megaera Stokke Morrwyn. I've always liked my name. In fact, I've always like names, period. They're your first individual marking. How complicated wouldn't life be if we were without names? Then I'd have to be all like "Hi, I am a half-Norwegian, half-English female Muggleborn witch with long brown hair and steel-grey eyes that look green when I'm crying". Instead, I can simply say I Am Megaera Stokke Morrwyn and leave it at that.

Well.

Enough of my pointless ramblings (at least for today). Because today is a very special day – my first day at a school I didn't know existed full of wizards and witches I only wistfully believed in.

Commonly known as Hogwarts School For Witchcraft And Wizardry. Nice, long name. Original, too.

As stated before, I'm Megaera S. Morrwyn. My mother is Norwegian (that means she's from a land up north called Norway where there used to be Vikings), and my father is English (no explanation needed here, I assume). I lived in Norway 'til I turned seven, so I can speak Norwegian flawlessly, and English more or less fluently. My accent tends to become more prominent when I'm upset or angry. I've also got a sister who is fourteen years older than me. She's married and has two children up in Norway, so I don't see them often. Probably just as well. Her husband was pretty freaked when he found out he had a witch in the family.

I was immensely relieved when the train ride was over. I ended up in a compartment with a greasy-haired, hook-nosed boy who'd scowled at me and a pretty, red-haired girl who'd introduced herself as Lily Evans and hook-nose as Severus Snape and then proceeded to bury herself in writing a letter addressed to someone called Tuney. She'd crossed out, erased and started over on so many letters, writing and finishing one took the whole train ride, so it was complete, awkward silence for god knows how many hours. When the trolley lady came, I chickened out and hadn't the guts to buy anything (I'm extremely, extremely shy), which resulted in my stomach grumbling loudly every two minutes.

'Follow me, children,' a tall woman in her forties, Professor McGonagall, ordered, leading the first years in a gigantic hall. I gulped at the sight of hundreds of faces scrutinizing us and laughing at our scared faces. Oh my god, a crowd. I wasn't good with crowds.

'Monet, Daisy!' McGonagall called, and a podgy, blonde girl walked up to be Sorted.

'SLYTHERIN!'

'Morrwyn, Megaera!'

Hey, they didn't include Stokke. Well, not unusual, foreign people usually didn't have the first idea on how to pronounce it, but still. Geeze, woman.

A Muggleborn, eh? And – oh. Ooohhh. Very interesting. Very interesting, indeed.

'What?' I thought, alarmed. 'What's interesting?'

You have an unusual ailment, is all.

'Unusual? What d'you mean, unusual?'

Low self-esteem, not very brave, but you do have it in you. Your very loyal, which is good. You work hard at things that interest you, but you tend to ignore those that don't. Interesting mind. I think I'll say GRYFFINDOR!

Oh. Gryffindor. The table with the lion. The House for the daring, reckless and brave. I was none of those things.

What had I gotten myself into?

After the Feast, which was delicious, I must say, I stood awkwardly in the Gryffindor Common Room for about two minutes, before hurrying up to my Dormitory.

'Megaera? Megaera Morrwyn? That's you, isn't it?'

I blink foolishly. Huh?

Oh. Someone is communicating with me. Must answer.

'Uh. Yeah.' I say, followed by the unattractive furious blush I can always count on.

'Lily Evans.' The girl who'd spoken, the rather pretty girl with large green eyes and dark red hair hanging like layers of silk around her oval face, introduced herself politely and with a cheerful smile. Again. She must have forgotten we spent the train ride in the same compartment. Charming.

'Hi.' I mumble, my blush darkening again. I would have liked to say more, but my automatic shyness had shut down the talkative part of my brain.

'So, I think we should all introduce ourselves,' Lily continued brightly, and I was very grateful to her for taking charge and maybe allowing me to open up a bit.

'I'll start, shall I?' She waited for us to nod before continuing.

'I'm Lily Evans, and I'm from Kent. Uh, I'm Muggleborn, so I don't know much about magic and stuff. I like to read and learn and I can't wait to explore the Forbidden Forrest!'

I blinked again, this time in surprise. She liked to read and learn and can't wait to explore the Forbidden Forrest? That was just confusing. I mean, was she a bookworm or a troublemaker?

'I'm also a Muggleborn,' a blonde girl, Mary MacDonald, injected. 'Music is my passion. I love it. And I hate Hogwarts for messing with my CD player so it doesn't work!' Mary MacDonald was short and chubby, but her eyes held an unmistakable zeal.

'Your turn, Adanna.' Lily proclaimed, nodding to the pretty dark-skinned girl lounging on the bed above mine.

'I am Adanna Cochelle,' Adanna said in a velvety voice. 'My family is originally from Nigeria, but we moved here before I was born. I like reading, and I also like my rat Marjani –'

'Oh my god! You have a pet? I love animals! Although I prefer magical ones, personally, I've got two cats, an owl and a rat as well! Is your rat female? Mine's not. We could mate them! That would be fun, wouldn't it? Oh! I'm so rude! I'm Ailill Paddy, from Ireland, and I simply love animals! Ha! I've said that already, haven't I? Silly of me!'

The girl who'd said all this, my last House mate, was met by three unblinking pair of eyes.

Jeeze. What the hell?

Adanna Cochelle wrinkled her nose, being interrupted was apparently not a thing she experienced often.

'… Hi, Ailill,' Lily said finally.

Ailill beamed so brightly I vaguely wondered if I should have brought sunglasses after all.

And that was my House dorm mates. Lily eventually gave up on getting through my shyness, and focused her attention on Adanna and Ailill.

I felt like crying when we finally crept into our beds. I hated myself for not forcing myself to talk, to speak, to communicate. It couldn't be that hard, surely. I had friends back home. I certainly hadn't gotten them by shutting myself off from the outside world.

But I knew I wasn't about to change.

I was just too shy.

Hate coursed through my veins, and for the first time in my life I was so angry at myself I wanted to scream.

The next two weeks came and went without much happening. I still hadn't managed to force my shyness into oblivion, but at least I could now accumulate a sentence without someone being able to roast the entire Hogwarts feast on my cheeks. That was only with my fellow Gryffindor year-mates. The female ones.

Yes.

I regret saying I am one of those people not exactly used to communicating with the opposite sex. Embarrassing, isn't it? I've always rolled my eyes at those ignorant people ranting about how males and females are genetically unable to be just friends. I believe strongly in that possibility. And I intended to get myself a male friend and prove it, too.

Yeah. Like that'll ever happen.

I slouched into the Great Hall, my mood about as black as James Potter's hair. And about as wild, too.

Har har.

I've just discovered that I suck at all my classes. Well, to be fair I'm not as bad as some, and I will admit I've got a knack for History of Magic (what? It's interesting!), but apart from that I can barely seem to control my magic, and I always forget how many minutes my potion has been simmering.

I am a disaster.

It was only yesterday I was so nervous about attempting to transfigure my matchstick into a needle in front of Lily, who'd managed it on her third try, that I accidentally blew up Peter Pettigrew's matchstick instead.

At least I thought I did it. No one else did, luckily, but Professor McGonagall gave me a long look and told me she wanted to talk to me after class.

'Ms Morrwyn,' she'd said, sternly. 'You have to get a better hold of your magic. You can't let it – seep out of you like that! It's a danger hazard to you and people around you. Do I make myself clear?'

I'd nodded, petrified, ashamed and thoroughly chastised. I'd learned from Professor Flitwick's Charms class that when a wizard or a witch did magic, they did so by forcing their magic down their wand-arm and out of their wand-tip without this registering. For some it came more natural than for others, so that was why some couldn't do a spell straight away.

Hah.

I couldn't do the simplest thing to save my life. And I didn't particularly want to listen to my dorm-mates talk about their latest triumphs, either.

So I'd taken to midnight strolls along the Black Lake. Totally illegal, of course, but I hadn't been caught yet, and it helped me survive the next day of humiliation and solitude.

I sorely needed a midnight walk tonight. It was the third time I'd blown up a potion in class, and when Professor Kettleburn told us to pair up in Care of Magical Creatures, no one wanted to go near me.

So I ended up being paired with some scowling Hufflepuff girl, who asked rather snottily if I wasn't the one who couldn't even do a proper Wingardium Leviosa.

I had blushed and laughed awkwardly.

She'd taken that as a yes, and continued her scowling.

Please tell me if you find any grammatical errors, or anything else worth criticising. Cronstructive criticism, mind.

- Roo.