"It was another dreary day and the rain pattered heavily against the window-" The girls' voice was cut off
"Will you cut that out? You're as solemn as a bloody house elf." a voice called out
"I'm just narrating to the nature of the day." the girl interjected trailing off looking out at said dreary weather.
"Just because the weather is depressing doesn't mean you get to sit there and make everyone else feel the same" Another voice piped up.
"Are you three packed?" A voice shouted out "Because, I swear to God Fred and George I am not mailing you half of your luggage again this year!
"Yes we're packed mum." The twins replied rolling their eyes and placing themselves on the couch.
Mrs Weasley made a 'tut' sound poking her head in the door to check on the said occupants of the room before scurrying off to check up on the other children.
"Honestly Miya, you're as dismal as Snape sometimes." Fred laughed
"Am not!" she retorted "Just because I have an over active imagination..." She trailed off tea green eyes looking sternly at the boys
"Is that what your parents told you?" George smirked
"Polite way to call you mental." Fred added laughing
"Oh! Shush!" She giggled standing up to stretch. "You can't deny that you're not sick of this weather too."
"Quite the opposite in fact" Fred spoke
"This weather has been perfect for us to stay inside and test our new products." George finished
"Yeah well, I can't wait for the rain to stop, and then maybe my hair won't keep turning into such ugly colours." Miya indicated to her hair which was now a dull copper.
"Ahh yes the downside of being a metamorphmagus." George laughed
"Will you three stop joking around and help me get sorted we have to leave first thing tomorrow!" Mrs Weasley shouted annoyed.
The three teenagers rolled their eyes, but complied.
Miya had known the Weasley's for as long as she could remember. Her mother, Melandra, had gone to school and been best friends with Molly Weasley and so it was only common sense that she be made godmother of both Miya and her older brother of eleven years Zackarius (who was currently working in Egypt with Bill Weasley, with whom he was best friends with and had completed his Hogwarts years with) So, it was not uncommon for her to visit, spend holidays with them or travel to Hogwarts together as it was often much more efficient to go altogether anyway. She was particularly eager to join the Weasley's this summer due to the fact she longed to see everyone and especially Harry after she had found out about the dementor attack and his trial via owl from Ginny. Miya had been with the Weasley's a lot more over the past few years, with her mother having died during Voldermorts first rise (Molly and her father took this quite hard, not to mention her grandmother and brother, with her being barley a toddler when it happened she was too young to really remember anything about her mother, only what she had seen in photos or had been told.) She had no one to stay with at home as her father was constantly in and out of the country at moment's notice due to the fact he was a muggle and in the army and her Grandmother, a healer witch like her mother often travelled deciding that her talents shouldn't be confined to the walls of St. Mungos.
The train ride to Hogwarts had been rather uneventful, Miya had sat with Neville and Ginny and thankfully the rain had stopped pleasing Miya greatly as her hair had returned to her favourite shade of cherry red. The Hogwarts express finally arrived and everyone with the exception of the first year students piled onto the magical carts heading towards Hogwarts. Miya, Neville and Ginny caught up to Harry, Ron and Hermione only to interrupt an odd scene.
"Can't you see them?" Harry asked the others confused, Miya was about to answer that Harry was being obscured, how could he notice the bizarre looking horses just now as they'd been pulling the carts for as long as she could remember but didn't get a chance as Hermione replied first.
"Harry, what are you talking about? There's nothing pulling the carts, just magic like every other year."
"Yeah, c'mon mate, let's go." Ron added trying to usher his best friend onto the cart
"Don't worry, you're just as sane as I am." A dreamy girl replied, everyone looked up to see an airy looking girl with long blonde hair and porcelain skin to match wearing bizarre looking glasses and holding what appeared to be a copy of the Quibbler upside down
"Everyone this is loo-"Hermione stopped herself before speaking again "Luna Lovegood."
"Nice to meet you all." She smiled as the golden trio entered the cart
"We'll see you at the sorting ceremony than." Ginny smiled at Harry who smiled back and the other three climbed into a carriage further down.
Finally arriving at Hogwarts, as magnificent as ever and still managed to take Miya's breath away, students poured out of the carriages excited to be heading to the opening feast, little dots of light could be seen along the lake, obviously the first years arriving. Miya smirked thinking how awe struck they all must be, she remembered that's exactly how she felt.
"Wonder who's going to be defence against the dark arts teacher this year." Miya mused to Neville as they were now seated at the Gryffindor table for the sorting ceremony.
"Probably" George paused "that old bat." He said indicating with his head to a rather short plump woman adorned head to toe in pink.
"Merlins beard! I hope not! What's she going to teach us; how to make handkerchiefs!" Fred replied to which they all laughed.
After the sorting ceremony Dumbledore began to speak.
"To our new students welcome and to our old students, welcome back. This year we have a few new staff members joining us one of which is Professor Dolores Umbridge w-"
Dumbledore was cut off by a very squeaky sounding "Hem, hem." coming from none other than this year's new DADA teacher "If I may..." Umbridge gave a long speech to which no one really seemed interested in but more so annoyed as they greatly anticipated their food. Finally she had finished and Dumbledore continued to finish his speech.
"Thank you Dolores that was very illuminating, now, quiddich try outs will be next Friday for Gryffindor house, those in other houses wishing to join their quiddich team, I suggest they see their heads of house for appropriate trial times. Let the feast begin!" Dumbledore said with a wave of his hand rows and rows of food appeared atop the tables.
It was times like these that reminded her of her own sorting; arriving the same year as Harry, Ron and Hermione, she was sent off to the train with the Weasley's, and even though she was in the same year as Ron refused to sit with him insisting she could look out for herself and after with not much luck on finding friends but rather a nasty run in with some people that would later be sorted into Slytherin; dejected and hair turned dull Miya being too stubborn and proud sat with the twins instead of Ron and they had promised to mend her honour and prank those good for nothing first years (which they did). Confused and too stubborn to talk to Ron who had seemed to have made friends with a rather peculiar boy (later to be known as Harry Potter) Miya made her way onto the boats by herself and ended up sitting next to Neville Longbottom (unknown to her would be her future best friend). McGonagall looked intimidating giving them their sorting speech and it was even worse as she entered the great hall, or though she did notice Percy who looked rather stern faced and the twins who gave her a wink which settled her nerves quite a bit.
She was a half blood and had been expected to be sorted into Ravenclaw like her mother and Grandmother and majority of the women in her family before her but when the sorting hat was placed upon her it laughed at her request to join Ravenclaw, saying she lacked the studious drive and wit, so Gryffindor had been the decision due to her 'flair' as the hat called it and he muttered something about temper, either way Miya wasn't disheartened and happily made her way to the Gryffindor table placing herself next to Ron.
Miya pulled herself out of her thoughts when she heard Neville speak up and finally noticed all the food in front of her.
"I will never not get used to that." Neville muttered to Miya as he reached for his plate and some food. "If only my dad could cook like this! Wait until I'm 17, no crappy muggle cooking for me!" Miya exclaimed excitedly.
"I wouldn't count on that." Fred added
"Remember that time you tried to learn cleaning spells from Hermione last year?" George finished his brother's sentence
"Yeah, how'd that go for you." Ron laughed over hearing their conversation
"Oh! Shut up! I've been practising!"
"And we've been hiding from flying kitchenware!" George yelled flailing his arms about in mockery.
"Oh! You two are right gits you know that!" Miya said annoyed her hair turning a dark shade of red with said annoyance.
"I'm hurt!" Fred mocked placing a hand over his chest
"Oh you will be..." Miya muttered darkly
"Careful Freddy, this one's as bad as a live mandrake when it comes to her temper!" George laughed
"Oh!" Miya yelled her hair getting darker with annoyance
"Watch out or the wind might change!" George continued
"Than your hair would be stuck that awful colour forever!" Fred finished laughing.
"That's not even how the saying goes!" Miya yelled standing up, her hair now black due to annoyance and half the Gryffindor table staring at her.
"Shh people are staring at you." George laughed
"You're so annoying!" She muttered embarrassed slinking back into the chair, her hair drastically changing to a subtle pink depicting said emotion.