A/N: This is my first HP FanFic, so I hope you'll enjoy it, please review and put it on alert, it means a lot to me, and it encourages me to put out more chapters faster. Thank You!

Chapter 1- The Brunch

I stood facing the mirror, while my hand wove its way through my hair nervously. The face in the mirror staring back at me was hardly recognizable. My eccentric black hair fell just below my bust, in wavy curls. A hint of a frown traced my lips, and my hazel eyes drooped with sadness.

I never really saw myself as anything special, just an average plain Jane, another face in the crowd. Apparently, everyone else seems to disagree. Most friends of my parents comment on what a "stunning" daughter they have, "Another beautiful addition to the family, I see."

My mother dark, thick locks of black hair cascading down her back, with a set of bright blue eyes to match. She was beautiful in every way. Slender and meek, but with an attitude to contradict her appearance. Scarlett Harnt was a prim and proper woman, and the most intimidating when it came to the well being of the family.

My father, on the other hand, Artemis Harnt, a well known wizard, of pure blood status, was nothing like my mother. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents dearly, but I hated everything about the way things were. Being a family of pure bloods meant attending, and hosting, all kinds of events, dinner parties, or balls.

I had grown up learning all the proper etiquette of a young lady, and the way to treat other pure bloods, such as family friends, with respect. My family, among few others, are one of the greatest pure blood families in the world at the time. My father is a middle aged man, with a tall, built frame and dirty blonde hair, his eyes were hazel, just like mine.

I twirled a curl along my pinky and squinted at the image, I couldn't say I was ugly, nor could I say I was as stunning as everyone else thought. Although, I'd have to say they're a little bit afraid to say anything bad, in fear of being cursed.

I walked along my bedroom, breathing in the fresh smell of the fresh outdoors. My room was painted a soft yellow, with a white sleigh bed and vanity. I had dressers made from whicker material, and a beautiful Chrystal lamp that was an air loom from my great aunt. On my ceiling were tons of glow-in-the dark stickers shaped like stars, so I could feel peace when settling down at night.

I slipped on a sea foam green strapless summer dress and silver ballet flats. I tied my hair back into a complicated bun, leaving my bangs in my face. I strode to my vanity, puckering my lips amusingly as I applied a thick coat of mascara and some lip gloss. Last but not least, a quick dust of shimmering green eye shadow, to make my eyes sparkle.

I walked timidly down the pristine white halls, and took the extravagant ballroom styled stairs two at a time. There was a strict rule when it came to being on time for mother's Sunday brunches.

"Mother! Father!" I placed a quick kiss on each of their cheeks, sitting across from my mother. My father took his place at the head of the table, signaling for the house elves to serve breakfast.

"Cicely, you mustn't keep others waiting, especially your own family." My mother nodded her head disapprovingly.

"I'm truly sorry mother, I expect you slept well, you too father?"

"Rather well, I'd say, apart from the nervous flutter in my stomach, we've been chosen to hold the pureblood ball, every one will be here, come Saturday, including their children." My father held her hand gently, trying to calm her, it was not in her nature to be worried.

"Scarlett dear, do not worry, it will be a big hit I suspect."

"Let us hope," she nodded.

"So I will be attending this ball, I presume?" I bit into a scrumptious piece of fluffy hot pancakes.

"Your in charge, of all those kids, most of them are your age, you'll be seeing them at Hogwarts this year, so I ask that you get to know your fellow pears." My father spoke to me, taking a sip of his orange juice calmly.

'Will Pansy be there, mother? You know how annoying she is!" I scoffed, pleading for a miracle.

"Enough!" my father slammed his fist on the table, "The Parkinson's are close friends, you very well known this, Pansy is your cousin by marriage, and you will accept this."

"Yes, father," I scowled.

'The Malfoys will be there, as well as the Zabinis, and their son Blaise. " I raise in eyebrow in confusion.

"Some fellow slytherins at Hogwarts, your age, I hope that you will get along with them." My mother and father were both slytherins, and it was only right to guess that I would be too.

"Please Cicely dear, this means a lot to your father and I, and our whole family's reputation." I smiled a fake smile, hoping to please them.

"Don't worry; I'll be sure to be on my best behavior." Like that was going to happen.