Teenage Confessions of Wayward Witches

Chapter One: We're Off to See the Wizards, the Wonderful Wizards of Hogs

-Julie's POV-

"And then he took me to the most gorgeous restaurant ever!"

The shrill voice of Odelle filled the compartment as Julie tried to fall asleep. She honestly hated her housemates sometimes. You would think that being in Gryffindor would be fun but in actuality it was very boring. Well, at least if you were a girl who happened to be "friends" with the popular crowd. With the exception of Quidditch all girls either fell as part of the group or not. Unfortunately blonde hair and nice facial features dubbed you as an inner whether you wanted it or not.

"What about you Juliet? Did you get any hot dates over the summer holidays?"

"I was at a sports camp."

"Were you really? You must have annoyed your parents if they made you suffer through that!"

Julie blocked them out as the girls twittered about the horrors of sweat and the cruelty of parents. She actually liked muggle sports and didn't see anything wrong with them. Still she should have known better than to mention something other than the latest fashion around these girls.

Hogwarts was not always like this, boy obsessed and fashion high way, but that all changed with inner house unity. Not that people should not be friends but that third year program brought together the most evil people on earth that are still alive. Isolde, Josephine, Scarlett, and Cornelia were the epitome of evil. To say otherwise would be not only a blatant lie but also a crime of extraordinary proportions.

The four girls were all from different houses and had never directed more than three words to each other until that faithful day. They bonded over their love for fashion and boys and very soon strutted around the place. If they had their own little group it would not be bad but they changed the rules of Hogwarts. The girls all wanted to be like the girls that graced the halls with girly clothes that made mouths water. So began the trend towards Pink.

"I wish you would wear more feminine colors Juliet. You could accessorize you know. The school uniform is so bland. Try wearing a nice flowery statement necklace or a fun chunky bracelet."

"I guess I'm just not into style."

The loud gasp told Julie she had made a mistake so she quickly add, "They look great on you but they never seem to work for me."

And with those simple words a crisis was avoided. Well a year without friends would be more accurate. The girls in Gryffindor were the only people she really talked to. The other girls were all following the Pinkies and she wanted to find friends with more substance. The Gryffindor girls may act like idiots but they were sorted in Gryffindor so there might be some hope yet. Or at least that is what Julie hoped and prayed for every night.

This year will be better. It has to be. Six is supposed to be the evil number and after what happened to Hogwarts there are no doubts. But seventh time is the charm, right?

-Beth's POV-

If she heard about James Potter one more time she was going to rip apart a few bodies. The guy is gorgeous but hearing about the way his hair curls at his left ear for twenty minutes is just plain obsessive. Sure she was always open for ogling but this was creepy.

"What do you think Beth?"

"I agree"

That was always the simplest solution to the insane blabber. That or 'you look hot' would always satisfy her Hufflepuff friends. Much love for her people but certain stupid girls ruined them. Well they are not stupid but they are annoying. The Pinkies. Yeah, that's right; a group of girls got together and formed a group after their favorite color. At first it was not too bad but then Fifth year came and the Pinkies actually mattered. People copied their clothes and way of speaking. The boys worshipped the girls as if they were god given gifts. Even the staff adored them. The only people who seemed to be immune were a few scattered people that were older than them. Now that they were gone the Pinkies were on top.

Even some of the Weasleys had fallen under the spell. The younger ones at any rate. And the ones with a Y-chromosome. Which sucked because they would have been potential road blocks for the social sociopaths. Now they easily got the top picking of boys and nobody could stop them. It was a shame because that meant any good guy that you fell for would have already been used by the Pinkies.

Seventh year would different, though. She would make it different. Pinkies or no Pinkies she would get a guy without having to get the approval of some invisible rule she cared nothing about. It was not like she was friends with Cornelia and Co so there was no Girl Code she had to follow.

"Any guy caught your eye Beth?"

"Louis Weasley," Beth said without hesitation.

"Oh, that is a good pick. He is part veela so that almost guarantees good looks. He is also from a good family so you know he can provide."

"It's too bad the Pinkies get first pick. A guy like that will surely get taken fast."

Beth sighed as she realized her friends had a point. Louis was a prominent figure in the wizardry world because he came from the Weasley family. He would be easy picking for the Pinkies and there was nothing she could really do about it. Well at least she could look at him and admire his looks from afar.

"Don't worry," her friend tried, "If he does get chosen he won't last long. The boys they choose never do."

"Thanks. Even if it doesn't work out I heard he had a single uncle."

"Beth!"

"What! There has to be a reason Arthur Weasley still got some even at his age!"

Beth ducked as her friends threw fashion articles at her. She may not rant about James Potter and his left curl but she could go on all day about the insanely hot Weasley family.

-Rose's POV-

She only joined the house in order to be with Albus. She didn't want to be stuck with the rest of the family if she was not going to be with her best friend. But then the git had to go and become friends with other guys and leave her behind with a gaggle of girls that cared nothing about plots and manipulation but rather cared about the newest skirt that had appeared in a magazine.

Those stupid Slytherin boys had to grow up and leave her all because having boobs was awkward. It was all Scorpius' fault. If he didn't befriend her cousin then none of this would have happened. Well maybe it would have because of the Pinkies.

A group of four girls got together after an Inner-house relation seminar during their third year. At first they were just a clique of four friends that happened to like to dress in muggle clothes. Then fourth year came and they grew into their bodies and were suddenly hot while the rest of us were still in training bras. But fifth year was the real kicker as it established the girls as popular. Girls started to copy them and they dated the best guys. The older students still held power over them but now that it was seventh year the dynamics of Hogwarts had changed. While Victoire was the Queen back then now it was Cornelia.

If anyone saw their power hold coming it was her. She was the fellow dorm mate of Cornelia so she would have to be incredibly stupid to miss the signs. As much as she hated what her fellow Slytherins had turned into she had to admire Cornelia, at least to some extent. She executed the perfect plan to gain the ultimate popularity. She was even more popular than Harry Potter in terms of Hogwarts popularity. True her uncle never planned to reach a height of popularity and he did some actual good but that is beside the point.

Slytherins characteristics dictate that manipulation and a game of plot were the rules of life. Cornelia got to the top by playing on the natural fears within the female population and the natural hormones that infect the boys. Then she made sure to stay at top by having good grades and having a charismatic personality. It was a sickly sweet personality that seemed to entrance the greater population.

Rose loved the intrigue but she hated the results. She loved the challenge but she didn't particularly fancy the idea of going up against the entire school without some type of army. Even a few people would be enough if she planned the right strategy. Ideally it would include her housemates but the guys were in love with the Pinkies and the girls tried to act as "sophisticated" as them so she would find no allies in her home. It was time for Rose to expand her network. It was time to prepare for battle. After all what is a general without an army?

-Cathy's POV-

The tea was revolting. It was poorly made and it was too strong of a flavor. True not everyone had a servant to make them a perfect cup but was it really that hard to make something that could actually be drunk?

Cathy was all in for class and good taste but some of these girls were simply awful at it and should just try and find something more suiting of their taste. She thought Ravenclaws were suppose to be smart, not some blindly cattle of sheep following who knows what around. Even if she agreed with some of the clothing the Pinkies wore they were butchering the classical style she admired.

She was raised to be a lady with great taste but these girls knew nothing of what constituted a good sophisticated outfit. They wore cute clothes but they were modern contraptions that had no elegance. Then again the girls did from a group that called themselves Pinkies.

She had no problem with the girls themselves. She had never met all of them personally but she had no reason to hate them. She did have a problem with everyone trying to be the same as them. Some of the girls had to go through painful transformations in order to try and fit the image the Pinkies were projecting. It was so sad to watch these girls obsess over a small skirt and wail about how they could never be as perfect.

The social hierarchy was intense. It became even more rigid when the Pinkies were granted power. While a social life has always been somewhat categorized in school it has now became an intense us versus them atmosphere. Either you followed the Pinkie way or you were dubbed as an outsider that could never accomplish anything.

Sometimes Cathy wished people would stand up against the strict social hierarchy the Pinkies had created. Her Ravenclaw dorm mates were no help. They still cared about school but they had now also transferred their incredible study frenzy to the study of tacky fashion articles that always told you what you did wrong and never gave any positive assessment. The articles belittled girls and encouraged being a fake. If there was anything Cathy detested was unnaturalness. That and badly made cup of tea.

"Do you like this skirt Cathy?" Cathy looked over the magazine and tried to keep the grimace off her face. The skirt looked more like a cream puff than an article of clothing and it was even in a revolting shade of brown. It was poufy and had layers upon layers that added even more volume. The poor girl looked as if she was being swallowed by the skirt.

"It is very interesting looking," said Cathy.

"I might order it for our trip to Hogsmeade."

"Why don't you try that pencil skirt? You have a very cute top that goes perfectly with it," suggested Cathy.

"I think I even have shoes that go with that skirt! Thank you Cathy."

Cathy sighed in relief knowing that the monstrosity was not going to haunt her at Hogwarts. Honestly the girls of Hogwarts needed to wake up and smell the roses. The fashion mania was turning disastrous! The Pinkies needed to be taken down.

A/N- So begins the story of our Wayward Witches. After finishing the plot outline I thought, "Oh! This is just like Mean Girls!" I didn't really think about it that way but now the story will always remind me of that movie.

So anything pop out? Are the characters believable? Potential for this plot to have some originality? Are dogs really color blind?

Thank you for reading the story!