Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Introducing, Edith Annabelle Fawcett.

As I lowered the carefully folded tin foil to the stained porcelain, my heart raced violently, beating ruthlessly against my chest, urgently trying to escape my ribcage.

My brown eyes shined from their dull sockets as I ogled my reflection in the blemished mirror, my hand trembled as I tried to light a tatty cigarette that I had found rolling around the bottom of my handbag. My red lipstick stained a small circle around the rim as I inhaled shakily.

I wondered where all my time had gone, a whole summer spent in the blink of an unfocused, bloodshot, eye.

Meet, Paisley Lawrence Macleod née Gillyflower.

Gently caressing the dog-eared page, I sighed in pent up frustration and fatigue. I heard the shop bell tinkle in the distance.

Rolling my eyes, I firmly closed the book and stacked it neatly with the rest of its kind on the heaving bookcase.

Smiling at the alphabetization, I inhaled deeply; a flurry of dust flew up around me, stinging my eyes and tickling my nose.

I sneezed.

''This shelf needs dusting.'' I spoke to myself; there was no one else around. Except for the books, they were better company than any person I knew.

Though, I didn't actually know that many people.

Pleased to meet you, Althea Cordelia Selwyn

Stretching out my pale legs onto the sandy beach, I quietly sighed to myself. Bored out of my skull.

''What was that, darling?'' the boy sitting next to me asks,

I grunted something in reply, stiffening slightly as he put his arm around me in what he thought was a loving embrace, I closed my eyes, shielding my emotion-less pupils from the blinding French sun. He rubs my white arm with his contrasting tanned hand, before turning back to talk to his friend. Thankfully, ignoring me again.

I vowed never to let Estella leave me alone with my boyfriend again.

Say Hello, Nancy Prudence Bobbin.

I loudly chewed my Blueberry flavoured Drooble's Best Blowing gum, stopping to pout my full lips in my looming vanity mirror, before meticulously applying another coat of shining pink lip gloss.

Satisfied, I put the lip-gloss down and inspected my handy work, until I noticed I had missed a spot. Frowning, I wiped it off and began the process again, only this time, one lip was glossier than the other, I threw the lipstick at the mirror in frustration, how would I ever snag the mysterious-attractive-oblivious- sex-god that was Sirius Black if I couldn't even put on lip-gloss right?

Paisley Macleod spends so much time with her nose pressed against the comforting pages of books she doesn't know how to cope in the real world. Being a wallflower is what she was born to be, and if anyone tries to change that, they'll be wasting their time. She's spent her 4 years at Hogwarts building a sanctum, filled with books, after all, who needs human companionship when you can find it in the sturdy pages of books?

Althea Selwyn, does exactly as she is told. Always. She is the perfect pureblood daughter, with a respectable pureblood boyfriend and pompous pureblood friends. She doesn't associate with blood traitors or mudbloods. She is perfect in her parent's eyes. She is pureblood perfection. Known by everyone in her own house of Slytherin, known by everyone in Hogwarts. Constantly watched by all and sundry, enemies, admirers, friends, family... All she wants it to be unnoticed, invisible, so she can be free.

Nancy Bobbin desires nothing more than the love of her life to simply glance at her; she spends all her time vying for his attentions. Even if it means getting up at ridicules hours of the morning, to begin her long beautifying routine. Even, if it means that she's loathed by those she thinks are her friends. She'll do anything and everything in her power to get noticed. But, it's worth it if she get's Sirius Black to finally fall in love with her...Right?

Edith Fawcett's exploits into the world of ''popular'' are about to be shook up, after trying so hard to be one of ''those girls'' those pretty, popular, girls, that everyone knows and everyone likes, she's in too deep, over her head. Watch her drown.

A/N: Sorry for the ridiculously short prologue, this is sort of like a teaser because I'm not very far along on this story, but it will be updated soon! Tell me what you think; is it a bit too serious? Too melodramatic? Should I shoot my computer monitor in the face and never ever write another story again?

You tell me. Review Please!