She's Country(Jason Aldean)
Adrian Hotts.
She blew into Hogwarts like a wild, rampaging storm. Long blonde pigtails to her chest, scuffed brown boots, tight jeans, flannel shirts, and a worn but comfortable cowboy hat always perched atop her head. Not much was known, only that she was in her fifth year, sorted into Gryffindor(all with the marauders.), both parents were muggles and her father did something with the muggle army.
Realization of another muggleborn witch entering the school didn't settle well with the Slytherins. Of course, they were hard pressed to show the quick thinking girl up. Even though she didn't flounce her intelligence around school like she was best thing since Quidditch, it became apparent she was rather bright and quick with a wand. Also, she didn't take no guff from anyone that dared disrespect her.
She may be the only person the marauders didn't prank. They seen what she did to a seventh year Slytherin for trying to jinx her. The witch never even looked in the silent Gryffindor's direction after that.
You boys ever met a real country girl? I'm talkin' true blue, out in the woods down home country.
Even though she kept a low profile, people still noticed her...the marauders still noticed her. She was the only person, besides Lily Evans, that made the four boys think again about a prank with just a look.. Her stare said alot...although, they had seen her smirk a time or two when they did a good job.
At least she had a sense of humor.
Surprisingly, she didn't really like the Gryffindor princess, Lily. It was astonishing to most the school, when-well, almost everyone if you count the Slytherins', liked the passionate red head. And it was a dark night, about two months after she had settled into life at the school that everything changed for the better.
She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck. Daddy's sweet money done jacked it up. She's a party all-nighter from South Carolina.
The marauders sat at one of the many tables in the common room, scheming for their next prank. Adrian, she had sat herself in front of the fire, doing charms work when it happened. Lily came storming into the common room, red in the face and started yelling. Of course, it was only a matter of time before news got back to Evans. Everyone had been in the Great Hall when the latest prank by the marauders went into full swing. The Hufflepuffs started singing Christmas Carols and dancing around merrily while turning red and green.
Adrian thought it was pretty funny and in good Christmas spirit. Even she chuckled at the display.
A bad mamma-jamma from down in Alabama. She's a ragin' Cajun, lunatic from Brunswick, juicy Georgia peach with a thick southern drawl, sexy swingin' walk.
'Damn, there went my quiet night.' sighing, she tried ignoring the ranting the red head gave off and finish what she was working on. It became evident that was not going to happen. Gritting her teeth, she pulled her hat off and ran a hand threw the locks before setting it back in place. Sending a look to the witch making such a commotion, maybe she would see and shut the hell up. The night was not going in her favor so she didn't hold her breath.
Slamming her book closed, the force echoed around the room and drew attention of just about everyone. "Ya know, some of us are tryin' to do homework." standing, she snatched her bag from the floor and shoved the book in it. "And your screeching is grating on my nerves, Evans."
Her mouth dropped open, as did everyone else and she sputtered. "You approve what they do?" she demanded.
"It's all in good fun." Adrian sighed, all her weight shifting to one leg as she crossed her arms.
"And all the times they attack the Slytherins, unjustified?" she spat, glaring at James Potter and Sirius Black.
Brother she's all country, shoot, From her cowboy boots to her down home roots.
She's country, From the song she plays to the prayer she prays. That's the way she was born and raised, She ain't afraid to stay country. Brother she's country
"Unjustified?" Adrian barked in humorless laughter. "Where the hell ya been the past three years, Evans? Head stuck up ya ass?" she jabbed a finger at her with an incredulous tone. "How many times have those damn snakes wrongly attacked other students? People like you and me with 'lesser' blood?"
Again, she sputtered to try and find an answer. "Just 'cause Slytherins don't attack'em personally don't mean they," and here Adrian pointed at the four gaping boys. "Are in the wrong." she ignored the other girls huff of annoyance.
"And anyways, who's ta say they're the only ones that can pull off a good prank?"
Silence reined in the common room as Adrian cocked a brow. "You did it?" Lily scoffed at the idea.
A hell raisin' sugar when the sun goes down. Mama taught her how to rip up the town. Honey drippin' honey from a holler in Kentucky. Get's ya flippin' kinda trippy like a Mississippi hippie. She's a Kansas princess. Crazy mother trucker. Undercover lover. Thick southern drawl, sexy swingin' walk.
"Look here princess, just cause ya as creative as a door nail don't mean the rest of us are." was the sarcastic reply, making Lily suck in a breath. Her mouth opened, ready to rip into American-born witch. Instead, Adrian held up a hand to silence her. "I don't want ta hear ya excuses or any bullshit that spews outcha mouth. Perhaps ya outta pull that stick outcha ass and lossen up, hm?" red in the face, she pivoted and stormed up the stairs to her dorm.
Brother she's all country, shoot, From her cowboy boots to her down home roots. She's country, From the song she plays to the prayer she prays. That's the way she was born and raised, She ain't afraid to stay country. Nothin' but country
Adrian grunted, arms crossing on her chest. "Freakin' drama queen." muttering, she leaned over to grab her bag. Everyone was staring at her and a brow cocked. "What?" and just like that, their eyes diverted. Scoffing at how 'fearful' everyone appeared, she made to go to her room.
"Thanks Hotts!" Sirius called from their table, effectively stopping her trek.
Looking over at them, her lips turned upward into a small smirk. Turning to fully face them, her fist went to her hips. "Welcome but don't look so surprised."
"We just didn't expect you to feel so strongly about us." he replied, wagging his brows suggestively.
"Contrary to popular belief, Black, I have a rather good sense of humor." she told him plainly.
Thick Southern drawl. Sexy swingin' walk. Aw, show 'em how a country girl does it one time, now. Brother she's country. From her cowboy boots to her down-home roots. Nothin' but country, Yeah, yeah.
"Of course you do, we are quiet hilarious." Sirius sniffed delicately.
"Don't blow ya own ego, playboy." she tisked lightly, holding up her hand, palm out.
"Why did you snap at her and take the blame?" James finally spoke, a frown marring his handsome face. There was a reason he was one of the more well sought after guys. Not that Adrian even diluted herself. Anyone with half a brain could see how 'in lust' he was with Evans. "Not that we don't appreciate it." he added after Remus elbowed him.
"Well...for one, in case ya couldn't tell…don't like her."
"Duh." Sirius muttered, earning a glare from both Adrian but Remus as well.
"I am tired of her strutting around this school like she's the best thing since sliced bread. Fuckin' 'holier then through' attitude, hate that shit. Evan's gets on my last nerve." here, she shot James a hard look. "Find a new love interest, Potter. One ya don't haveta change for."
She's country, shoot, From her cowboy boots to her down-home roots. She's country. From the song she plays to the prayer she prays. That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay country. Yeah she's nothin but country.
"That's what I said!" Sirius threw his hands in the air.
"Can't always take ya adivce to heart, babe." Adrian looked at him amused and he put a hand to chest in mock-hurt.
"Ya not the very best example." Remus and Peter snorted in laughter and agreement.
"I'm hurt."
"If that hurtcha, then prepare for a world of it." she told him vaguely then nodded at the four in whole. "Well, I'm off to hit the sack. Good night boys." and with hitch in her step and humming the very christmas carol she heard that morning, she started up the stairs.
"Goodnight, Hotts!" they called back.
She's all about the country. From the backwoods. She's home a grown, down to the bone. She's country.
