I am 17-year-old seventh year student Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, the daughter of expatriate American businesswoman Tara Gilesbie and pretentious globe-trotting British consultant Justin Way. I have very pale skin and black hair with purple streaks and red tips. I'm a Goth! I left my home in Dubai to go to magic school in Hogwarts, England. I was glad to finally be a witch. Up until then, I had only gone to muggle schools that were full of preps.
On September the 1st I flew from Dubai to London and then took a train from King's Cross Station up to Hogsmeade, a village near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My new school would be a lot different than my old one in hot, preppy Dubai. For one thing the weather suited my mood better most days. It was also awesome that I would learn magic.
That night we had a feast in the Great Hall and a sorting ceremony. I was sorted into Slytherin, the goth/punk house. The other houses were Gryffindor (for posers), Hufflepuff (for preps) and Ravenclaw (for nerds). My other complaint about the school so far was that the headmaster Dumbledore was a prep. He was wearing a polo shirt from American Eagle Outfitters.
When the meal was done I climbed up the stairs to the sixth floor. I knocked on the door to my dorm room—numbered 666, of course—to see someone gasp worthy answer it. My roommate was goth girl with pink-streaked black hair. She was awesome!
"Hi, my name is Willow," she introduced herself. "You're Ebony, right?"
"Yes I am."
We conversed through the night. I figured out we had similar interests.
On the first day of classes I learned to navigate through the maze-like school. I went through my work quite easily. I wasn't sure why, but I was a real genius even though I was six years behind everybody for starting school in my last year. The only thing I sucked at was flying with a broomstick, but I would eventually get the hang of it.
I met several interesting classmates and sat with them at lunch. I was surprised to know there were even more Goths here! But some of them were in the poser house Gryffindor.
"Let's all introduce ourselves to Ebony! I'm Pansy Parkinson," welcomed the pug-faced girl.
"I'm Harry Potter. You might now me as the boy who lived. I'm also a vampire. You can call me that too." This one, who I did recognize but can't put a finger on it, wore glasses. He had a lighting-shaped scar on his forehead.
When I turned my attention to another table, Willow took note of my interest and introduced me to the students sitting there. "The people at that table are a part of the Malfoy family, even though only one of them is an actual son of Mr. Lucius Malfoy. That's Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom," she motioned at one of the couples. She had red hair. He had a round face.
"And that's Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley." She pointed at the bushy-haired brunette and redhead boy. The latter of the pair was probably related to the copper-haired girl; I could tell even if I didn't know their last names. "The lonely one is Draco. He's single, but that doesn't matter; he's rich. His dad works at St. Mungo's Hospital." I could tell she meant the boy with a pointed chin and silver blond hair.
I got to sit next to that Draco boy in biology class. The teacher was Professor Lupin. My lab partner kept staring at me for some reason during the entire duration of the class. That was awesome, but I didn't know why he acted that way. I spent the rest of my day trying to figure it out.
I experienced plenty of excitement on my second day at school.
Harry was very friendly, but one of my teachers—Snape—seemed to like me that way too. I was not interested in either of them. I would have to do something about that.
My new friends were very cool people I wished I could have met earlier. Their interests were very similar to mine. I felt as if I belonged here. There weren't many preps, either. My Divinations teacher Trelawny was young for a teacher and a really cool Goth. I quickly learned how to fly with the black broom I received for flying class.
There was something wrong about this day, however: Draco Malfoy wasn't at school. I had very little idea why. Maybe he was a prep—that was it! I felt stupid for not figuring this out earlier. He had blond hair, for goodness's sake.
At the end of the day I spotted some of the Gryffindor people Willow introduced me to. I hadn't talked to any of those awesome, mysterious students yet but I would soon.
After school, I quickly did my homework in my dorm room and listened to music. Again I thought about how great my new school was. Dinner was delicious. I ate a salad with Willow. During the meal I decided to speak about something on my mind.
"Tell me about Draco. He wasn't in class today," I told Willow.
"He's a great guy, but a bit withdrawn," she brought up.
"Oh," I replied. I tried to comprehend that. Then we returned to our dorm and slept.
I still didn't know what was up with Draco when the weekend came. He still wasn't in class. I tried to convince myself that I would hate him if I knew him, but the crowd he belonged to didn't jive with that theory.
I spent the weekend doing homework and chatting with Willow. I went to the library to check out some fascinating vampire books (I am one). Maybe I could go out to Hogsmeade to look around some of the stores. I would also like to browse through the racks of Hot Topic sometime soon.