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My waist-length crimson hair whips around my slim body as I trek through the hills surrounding Hogwarts. It is a cold and foggy Thursday night. I can barely see the moon and stars that adorn the night sky. I stop for a moment, trying to look at the constellations. I love the stars, those majestic light orbs of the dark. Pavo, my favourite constellation of The Peacock, is not visible at the moment. He only comes in September, and as it is the 1st of September now, I thought I d have a chance. It is not to be. Maybe soon.
I keep trudging on down the hillside towards the brightly lit castle. Hogsmeade is immediately below me, and I can see a vague outline of the fence surrounding Hogwarts to the east of the little village. I am late to the feast, but it is of no concern. My bags are levitating behind me, unmoved by the wind. I was, after all, the best at Charms when I was in school. And Defence Against The Dark Arts, and Herbology, and Potions, and... Basically, I was a very clever student, the best in my year. It helped that I had charisma, and could charm (in the non-magical sense!) all of the teachers into believing I was a goody-two-shoes along with my smarts. But really, I was a rebel, and always had been. I used my cleverness to get what I wanted whether that be money, objects, or men.
Through Hogsmeade I walk, taking in the little shops and houses again. It is strange to think that I will have real freedom to come here when I want, not just my kind of freedom which meant that I came whenever I wanted, but in secret. Finally, I am at the gates of Hogwarts. Mumbling the entry spell password that Dumbledore had given me, I stride confidently down the gravelled path, the stones crunching under my fire-engine red combat boots with stars painted on. My red robes are trailing out behind me in an impressive train. I look cool and in control I realise too late that all of the students will be at the feast, so no-one will see me looking so good.
But wait... over there... I step behind one of the trees lining the gravel path.
Four boys are leaning against a wall, all wearing the Hogwarts school uniform with some clever twist. One boy is tall and olive skinned. He is leaning against the castle wall, just by the big heavy wooden door with one leg straight down and one leg bent at the knee paralell to the floor. He has lined the whole length of each lapel of his robe with safety pins, a bit like the Muggle punks in London do. He is smoking a cigarette and sharing it with the other boys, presumably his friends. Oh yeah, he's also COMPLETELY gorgeous. Even at a distance, I can see the toned muscles of his arms and his full, pouty lips. His legs are long and lean, and his casual stance gives an air of sexiness that I can't deny.
I look to his left to his friends. One other boy is also very attractive. He has tawny gold hair that shines a bit gold with some of the candle light coming from the windows of the castle. I frown as I see that the candle light also catches some of the scars on his face and hands. I wonder how he got those? His robes look quite thin and worn, and his teeth are chattering with the cold. As he accepts the cigarette from his dark haired friend, he gives a grateful grin, revealing dimpled cheeks and beautiful pearly teeth. He too is slim, but his movements seem to hide a certain strength. Like if he wanted to, he could break the stone wall behind him, but is trying very hard to hide that. This boy is full of mystery, but his laugh is pleasant as he blows smoke rings for his friends. I can also see that where he has patched up his robes, he has used coloured thread, so that the robes are still a uniform black, but with a bright and interesting edge.
The next boy along is howling like a monkey. I think he's telling a joke because the other boys laugh and this boy looks happy. He is small, fat and blonde, but seems to have a friendly air about him. He s not attractive or handsome, but seems like he d a fun guy to be around. Unfortunately, his face is a bit ratty, taking any of the pleasance from his soft, childish features, and making him look a bit more furtive.
The final boy seems anxious to be out of the castle during the feast. He keeps running a hand through his black, spiky hair and I can see the Head Boy badge glinting off his chest. This gives me a perfect reason to talk to the boys. As I walk out onto the path running towards the castle, I see all four boys look up at me, tongues hanging out.
They see my tight, black top hugging close to my 32F boobs and my 26 inch waist. They see my long, long legs encased in tight denim with a massive flare at the bottom of each leg like all the muggles wear in London. My red robes with a patchwork of black stars keep me from the cold Scottish night. Finally, they look at my face (typical boys) and see my clear blue eyes, small dainty nose, and full red lips. Of course, my make-up is perfect. Thick lines of black kohl around my eyes, and the barest of blush on the perfect skin of my cheeks and the slick of lip gloss on my mouth. I wanted to look perfect for my first day.
'Hey there, boys,' I purr, making sure to sweep my eyes over each of them. They shiver and I try not to laugh. A girl can only have so much fun. 'Anyone wanna show me the Great Hall?'
'Not really,' says the really attractive boy. 'If we stroll in there now, we'll get detention before the school year has even started. If we wanted that, we would've done some prank, not just walk in late. But, noooooooo...' He turns to the spiky haired Head Boy. 'Someone wants to be a good Head Boy. Tosser.' He moodily lights another cigarette, the tiny flame his wand illuminates his face briefly, highlighting his strong features.
'So walk in late and say you were helping the Head Boy bring in a new person,' I say in response to his rather rude dismissal, 'After all, I m going to be rather big news in there.'
The scarred blonde looks at me sweetly. 'I suppose it could work, Miss...?'
'Raine. Teagan Raine.'
'Alright, fine,' huffs the Head Boy. 'But if Lily kicks up a fuss, I'm going to make sure you guys never ever...' He continues on and on, not stopping his random rant. He moves from the wall and walks towards the door, not even checking to see if any of us are following.
We all follow anyway. The attractive boy runs up to catch up with the ranting boy, while the scarred boy and other boy walk alongside me.
'Sorry,' whispers the fat boy. 'James is just taking his new duties really seriously. His girlfriend is Head Girl, and she can be a real bitch about him breaking rules. He's normally loads nicer than this. I'm Peter, this is Remus, and the other one is Sirius.' I smile as he offers his hand for me to shake. I then shake Remus's hand too.
James and Sirius are holding open the giant door to the castle. As we walk through, I feel the crackle of magic from the building. I ve always had this. I can sense magic. Good and dark magic feel different, so it's very helpful in a duel against those people that call themselves something like 'Deaf-heaters' or 'Death-beaters' ? Something like that. They're some stupid group who follow a guy who wants to change the world. They've started targeting muggleborns and half-bloods like me back home in London. Anyway...
The foyer area is beautiful, all marble and gold leaf and fancy chandeliers. The paintings on the wall seem to recognise me, many of them doing a double-take as they see me standing there. I wink at the paintings and stand behind the boys and the door to the Great Hall.
They all look reluctant to walk in. I throw caution to the wind and open the doors, making sure to walk in with more confidence than I feel right now.
'Remember students, Mr. Filch has a list of rules and reg... Ah, I see I'll have to change my speech slightly in light of our new arrival.' Dumbledore stands at the front of the hall, the students in front of him and the teachers behind him. I walk down the middle aisle between the Gryiffindor and Ravenclaw tables towards him, grinning as I go. I look back and see the boys trying to slink in and sit down at the Gryffindor table.
'Students, I was going to tell you about Mr. Filch's rules and the new items added to his contraband list, but instead, I will introduce this lady.'
I reach the front of the Hall and stand in front of Dumbledore's raised platform, sweeping my eyes over all of the students now in front of me. I raise my arms up into the air, and whisper a little spell to make rainbow stars shoot from my palms.
'This is Professor Raine, she will be the new Astronomy teacher.'
Three of the four boys look oddly disappointed