Okay, i know I shouldn't be doing a new story what with Capsicle's Kid and my busy-as-shit life and all that but I've had this idea for ages.
HP is not mine.
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Phoenix Grace, the bookworm, ran up to the stool and rammed the hat onto her head. She hoped that she would be accepted here: no more being the town freak.
Hhhm, interesting, interesting. The Sorting Hat said in her head. Very clever, and cunning, but where to put you? The hat paused, then yelled, "SLYTHERIN!!" out to the hall.
Phoenix excitedly took the hat off her head, got up and ran over to the furthest table on the right.
Some of the Slytherins shook her hand before she sat down. She had soon learned the people around her's names. There was Millicent Bulstrode, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle: in her year alone. She was soon joined by Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini.
The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, got to his feet. He was beaming at three of the tables; he didn't even look at the Slytherin table.
"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you."
He sat back down. Phoenix did a cuckoo gesture and the others looked at her strangely. She eventually managed to explain that.
"So, I don't recognise the name Grace. You're not muggleborn are you?" asked Draco.
"Well my parents are nonmagical, if that's what you mean." when she saw the look on her friends' faces her voice trailed off. "Oh shit."
He whispered something to the 5th year next to them. The boy gasped but then continued eating.
Phoenix and Blaise kept looking each at each other strangely, as if they knew each other. It was Pansy who decided to break the ice.
"Explain what's going on right now." she said to Blaise.
"Uh, well, you see, a couple of summers ago, I met a girl in a small village in Italy, near Naples. This girl could speak Italian and called herself Fenice Grazia, which translates as Phoenix Grace." said Blaise
"I also met a person in a village in Italy a couple of summers ago who looks a lot like Blaise. Sounded a lot like him too." finished Phoenix.
"So you two know each other already." stated Pansy.
"Sì."
"Fondamentalmente, tu scemo!" they
said before cracking up.
"You know what?" said Daphne Greengrass, who was sitting next to Pansy. "Phoenix, Pansy and me are going to talk girl stuff." Phoenix shrugged. Pansy went into a detailed explanation of what was expected of Slytherin girls.
"So you should only wear makeup when you look naturally old enough which means, we're doing you tomorrow!" she said.
At last the puddings disappeared and the hall fell silent as Dumbledore got to his feet. He gave out notices and then everyone sang the school song. Finally they were sent up to bed.
The Slytherin first years followed the 5th year, that Draco had whispered to, down to the dungeons.
When they entered the common room everyone sat down.
"Hey, listen! We've got a muggleborn in our midst, one of the first years. Where is she?" announced the 5th year. The others parted and Phoenix waved shyly.
"Are you clever, kid?" someone said.
"Pretty clever; I've memorised almost all my textbooks and practiced the pronunciations."
"Good. We'll keep this between us for now." finalised a 7th year. "Just, make sure she doesn't make a fool of our house." he added in an undertone to Draco. "OFF TO BED!"
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Phoenix changed out of her uniform, leaving her bra and pants on.
"G'night." she said through the curtains of her four poster bed.
She slowly drifted off to sleep.
Good? By the way, I am a girl so the third paragraph from the end is not perverted, plus when I was that age I wore a bra. I looked 15 as well so it is acceptable to wear makeup. Basically, Phoenix is ME.Review, and FLAME ALL YOU WANT! I love flamers!