She had shoulder-length jet-black hair. Metal glasses occasionally slid down the bridge of her nose and she was obviously not very strong. She seemed to have developed quite early, with her chest. She was dragging her trunk that had no rollers on it and she cursed silently, looking back at her parents and waving enthusiastically. They blew her a kiss and an encouraging smile and for some reason that nobody else but she knew, her mother kissed her father on the cheek.
Isabella Lee had known her parents were fighting and after confessing her knowledge to them, they had tried to deny it and act like a loving couple they used to be. Isabella rolled her eyes and looked down at her Muggle clothes that had a name tag with her name on it. She sighed; all her clothes had a name tag on them and it was supposed to 'let people know who it belonged to'. She would definitely rip it off when she arrived at Hogwarts. Heck, she'd love to rip it off on the train. Isabella, being Muggle, was definitely not used to many wizarding things and she had been very startled when she was told by a very nice family who had a son who was two years older than her that she had to go through the wall. At first, she thought that the person who gave her the instructions were mad but after he disappeared through the wall, Isabella began to doubt her thoughts.
She had bitten down on her lips and looked around to make sure nobody was watching except her parents. She started a run, with her parents jogging beside her. She looked in awe at the train. She walked up to it, lugging her trunk behind and fingered the red paint delicately. She smiled then looked back at her parents for one more time. They were already fighting but when they caught her looking, they acted as if they were acting in a play. Isabella smiled dryly at them and stepped up the train. She found an empty compartment and sat there, just gazing out, looking at nothing but the happy families.
She smiled sadly at her fighting parents who were pointing fingers at each other and shouting in a rather loud voice. There was a gentle sound made but Isabella didn't bother turning her head. It wasn't until when somebody sat, or rather pounced, on the soft, cushiony bench she was sitting on that she turned her head. "Stop it, you little creep!" she snapped, though the person was not little. They were actually two and they looked identical.
Having experiencing twins, Isabella smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Twins, huh?" she said, crossing her arms across her chest. She swept her gaze over them, drinking in their appearances. They had carrot hair and a smooth complexion. Their eyes were wide with amusement and they nodded. Her gaze lingered on one of the twins for a while, noticing his blue eyes then she turned to the other twin, trying to determine what color his eyes were. She must have looked for a very long time because he said suggestively, raising an eyebrow continuously, "See anything you like, love?"
Isabella smiled but shook her head and continued gazing out the window. But the twin with blue eyes spun her around and said sternly, "Whenever somebody's talking to you, make eye contact. Honestly, did your parents teach you manners?" He rolled his eyes but smiled. He extended his hand and grabbed Isabella's and shook it heartily. "I'm George, George Weasley. That gumbo over there's Fred and obviously we're twins, you know, in case you didn't notice."
"Hey!" Fred cried, punching his twin's arm.
Isabella laughed. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled, "I'm Isabella, Isabella Lee."
"Oh, are you Chinese?" asked Fred enthusiastically.
"How can you tell?" Isabella replied sarcastically.
Already, Isabella was able to be her sarcastic and playful self. She smiled at Fred and George, finally noticing that Fred had brown eyes. She grinned to herself, congratulating herself mentally for figuring out the not-so-hard mystery. "Want to be best friends?" George said, snapping Isabella into the real world, or in other words, reality. Isabella smirked at George and pinched his cheeks painfully, her long and dirty nails digging into his cheek.
"Aw," she cooed mockingly. "Is Georgie-Porgie always so straight-forwardy?"
George scowled as Fred laughed cheerfully and slapped Isabella's hand away.
"Well, what about it?" he asked impatiently.
Isabella grinned and shrugged. "Why not?"
"Oh and can we call you Belle?"
Isabella shrugged again.
"Why not?"
"Lee, Isabella!" cried out Professor McGonagall.
Fred and George, her best friends, gave her an encouraging smile and lifted their hands to show their crossed fingers. Isabella smiled at them and lifted up her crossed fingers too. She walked nervously to the stool and anxiously sat on it. Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her and Isabella nearly screamed as the hat started talking. She fidgeted uncomfortably, still not used to the hat.
The hat made a hollow chuckle before continuing, "You're definitely very smart. You like learning about spells but you like reading fiction books much better. Not necessarily made for Ravenclaw. You're too honest and trusting for Slytherin but you have a certain playful and sly way around you. You might be made for Hufflepuff but no, you're too smart for them. You have your two new best friends in Gryffindor and you're definitely wishing to go there. Let's see how brave you are. Ah, you faced your fear of the dark to walk your dog (chuckle) and you braced your sister when she scratched you (laugh). Why not? You might do well in Gryffindor."
"GRYFFINDOR!" bellowed the hat.
Isabella put it down and threw a glare at it. She walked to the clapping Gryffindor table and felt suddenly shy. Fred and George gave her amused glances as she sat quietly and shook the hands of many happy Gryffindors. But it wasn't until the end of the feast that a Gryffindor approached her and said his congratulations. "You looked really busy so I didn't want to cut your feast time short. "He explained. He extended his hand and smiled merrily. "I'm Oliver Wood and you probably don't remember me but I'm the bloke who helped you go through the barrel."
"Bloke?" said Isabella, smiling. "Oh, so now you guys use bloke?"
"Yes," Oliver said, a little miffed. "And that's no way to speak to me. I'm two years older than you."
Isabella smiled slightly and said, "Hmm… does that make any difference? You're still as stupid." Actually, Isabella didn't know that Oliver was dumb or not but he sure was good- looking (Her mom didn't allow her to use words like hot or cute). He had this shaggy brown hair with locks that fell into his green eyes and you could tell he had muscle. And Isabella, hating herself for doing this but not helping it, grouped all the cute boys into the first category in Isabella's head: Cute but Dumb. She flashed Oliver a bright smile and skipped out of the Great Hall, following the prefect, leaving an indignant Oliver behind.
After her skip let her catch up with Fred and George, it slowed down into a pace. She was in the middle of the two boys and was linking their arms together. "I was wondering," Isabella said slowly. "If that guy Oliver Wood is on the football team. He sure has a lot of muscles for a thirteen year-old." Fred smile mischievously at Isabella but let George say the line,
"Oh, is wittle bittle Izybella crushie on Oliver Wood?"
Isabella punched both of them, which was a very hard task. She scowled and unlinked herself and shot them a dark glare. Fred and George, however, just smiled cheekily and continued walking with her. It seemed that Isabella had already forgiven them and was talking cheerfully about football. "Football is like the best sport ever! I'm in a summer camp which is like totally awesome. It's coed so we get to play against the boys. My team won with my tactics! Can you believe that? Like, this girl called Cheryl, she would fake something and then everybody would go running towards her and the person who does have the ball would like totally goal. Only the goalie noticed and it was usually Tina who shot because she's the best shooter. Like-"
"What is football?" asked Fred suddenly.
"Oh my god, you don't know what football is! It's like the best game ever!" Isabella bawled. "You- you don't know what football is! OH MY GOD!"
People were sending Isabella weird looks as she burst into tears. Not wanting to attract any attention and feeling rather stupid, Isabella sniffed quietly and motioned to Fred and George, mouthing that they were the one who caused the misfortune which was quite true. The twins shot her glares but Isabella pointedly ignored them.
A/N: I was reading an Oliver/OC fanfic when a story started folding out in my head. I decided that they weren't enough OCs who didn't hate Oliver and were Asian. I mean, why do all the whites get all the hot, good guys? No, I'm not racist but I do feel a little bit resentful but two of my best friends are white so yeah… I hope you really enjoy this story. I had actually not post it up when I finished it and I was writing like 5 pages in Microsoft so I decided to shorten it and turn it to 2 chapters.