Disclaimer: The only things I own are the plot and Alexia, the rest is J.K Rowlings..
A new Hogwarts year…
A new Hogwarts year, a new life for some little 11 year olds. For others, it is a time for exams and pranks. Me? Well, this is a new life for me, but I am not some silly little 11 year old, my sweet 16th will be in 4 months' time which means I am in 6th year.
Newly joining Hogwarts at the beginning of the year. Just because my father had to get involved with someone from my old school. Dying of humiliation there wasn't an option and I had forced him to let me move. So here I was. Stuck in a crowd of first years that were all looking nervously up at me, like I was going to eat them.
Don't get me wrong; I love little kids as much as the next person but when they're all stuttery and fidgety because I'm taller than them they can be quite annoying, I mean come on! Walking into the Great Hall I look around, four tables, and four colours. Dumbledore is stood at the front of the hall and he looks at me, his blue eyes twinkling. I stare back.
I know what he's going to do and for that reason alone I suddenly hate him. Not even a minute later I am proved right.
"Welcome back everyone, before I begin my speech, I would like to welcome someone new to the school. Not another first year, instead, a sixth year. Alexia would you like to step forward to be sorted before we get on to the first years?" He says, I glare at him but he doesn't seem to be affected by it.
Some people might say I was lucky, being the centre of attention on my first day at school. I feel like I want to find a rock and crawl under it. I hate people staring at me; I'm not a freak show for crying out loud! I walk through the crowd and up to the front and feel everyone's eyes trained on me and I don't appreciate it one bit.
Sitting on the little wooden stool a hat is placed on my head, now if it messes up my hair I am not going to be pleased. I'm not vain or big headed or whatever you want to call it. But it is my hair that I like the most. Strikingly blonde soft curls, but not ridiculously platinum, I love it.
The hat starts talking quietly, so only I can hear it. "Well, what have we here? Smart, Brave, Loyal. You could go to Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or even Hufflepuff, had it not been for your sneakiness. I think it would be best if Slytherin were to have you, what do you think?"
Shrugging I just mutter, "Don't care, just hurry up, I don't want hat hair." I'm usually a very nice person but when everyone is still staring at me, I start getting a tad annoyed. The hat complies.
"Very well, it should be.. SLYTHERIN!" The hat is taken off of my head and I see that it has defiantly seen better days, and there is uproar from the table on the far left. I turn to Dumbledore and he nods, so I make my way over there.
Coming to the table I look at the people on it, the girls seem so prim perfect that I actually feel like telling the hat to stuff it and go to Hufflepuff. Then I look at the boys, they seem alright and up for a laugh. I take a seat at the end, trying to keep to myself after that very embarrassing moment at the front.
People turn to look at me and I just ignore them. The sorting carries on but this time with the little first years. It kind of makes me feel bad about what I thought earlier, it is horrible having to sit on a stool with a hat on you head, with everyone staring at you like you're a zoo attraction.
Dumbledore says his speech and sits down; clapping his hands, foods appears in front of me and instantly feel so hungry I start getting food straight away. There's chatter around the hall that is comforting in a way. The Slytherin table, despite how dismal everyone looks, has its own chatter, a bit quieter than everyone else admittedly.
There's a scuffle in front of me and I look up to see two, what looks like two third years, get shoved out of the way by a couple of other Slytherin's. They look older and taller than the third years so I think they're about the same age as me, or close enough anyway.
One of the boys was tanned and tall, his black hair was short and he had warm brown eyes, he looked at me and smiled, I smile back and watch as he introduces himself, "Blaise Zabini, 6th year," He said.
I shake his outstretched hand and turn to the person sitting next to him, he seems the complete opposite of Blaise, he is pale with blonde hair that falls into his grey eyes. He just looks at me, not offering an introduction or anything. Frowning I just shrug my shoulders.
"Don't mind him, he's Draco Malfoy, 6th year also," Blaise said for him, shooting Draco a look. I smiled again, "Alexia Mayfield," I informed. Blaise nodded to me and then started eating, Draco did that same and was still silent and I started to wonder if he were shy.
"So what brings you to Hogwarts?" Blaise asks, conversationally. I look up from my food to see him nudge Draco, I frown slightly.
"My father is a complete humiliation, he lives to embarrass me. I had to leave my school because otherwise I would have had to live under a rock to avoid the laughs. Me and him don't see eye to eye very well," I explain, Blaise nods again and then asks something that finally gets a reaction from Draco.
"Any boyfriends?"
Draco's head immediately snaps up and I wonder what he is thinking, so I am a little naïve when it comes to some things. Blaise smirks at the glare he is being given. I grin.
"Actually yes, he still goes to the school I left." I say, feeling myself grin even more when I talk about him.
I can see the look in Draco's eyes but I don't get what it is, Blaise looks like he's about to say something when a whistle comes from somewhere behind me, I turn around and raise an eyebrow. The person who whistled smiles sheepishly and turns away as I turn back to Draco and Blaise.
"Look guys, I'm pretty tired, do you think you could show where the common room is?" I ask them, yawning for affect.
"Sure, we'll show you," I'm surprised when Draco speaks instead of Blaise. I grin at him, so he does speak! He stands up and when Blaise doesn't do the same he frowns, "Oi, dude, aren't you coming?"
Blaise smirks and shakes his head, "I'm hungry," He says, as if he hasn't just eaten a plateful of food and two deserts. Draco shakes his head and starts walking away, I smile, say goodbye and follow him.
We walk silently for a minute or two before he says something, "If you need help at all, just come and find me… yeah?" He offers, he seems nervous, for reasons I can't quite understand.
My ice blue eyes light up at his words and I nod, "Thanks, Draco. That means a lot. Most people just ignore the 'new' person and I gotta say it gets boring after a while."
"Oh well, you've got me and Blaise now, but seriously, anyone bothers you, let me know." He says, looking ahead. We reach the dungeons and I look at him.
"Will do," I say, as we reach the portrait he says the password and I step in the common room. Looking around I love the fact that it looks so homey. There's a warm fire and comfy sofas and I can't help but say just what I think.
"It's so homey, don't you think?" I turn to Draco to see he is watching me closely. He nods.
"I suppose it is, yeah. By the way, the girls dorm is up that way," He points and I nod, I watch as he plonks himself down on the sofa. I smile as he seems so carefree.
"Night Draco," I say as I make my way up the stairs, in reply he smiles and say, "Night 'lexia,"
I smile to myself and reach the girls dorm. I walk into find that our stuff has been set out already, man I love magic. I notice that the bed I have is right next to the window, I take my phone out of my pocket and go and sit on the window sill. However embarrassing my dad is, I secretly thank him for putting a spell on my phone so that it will work in Hogwarts. I couldn't live without it.
I find the number I'm looking for and press the green button. As I wait for my boyfriend to answer I think about how lucky I am to have made two friends already. As it is answered on the other end I close my eyes at the sound of his voice, "Hey," I say, "Guess what?"
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