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Hermione's Cousin Maribel: Chapter 1 - Enter Maribel Elisabeth Stanley
The flight attendant called for all people boarding the plane for England. A girl who sat in the chair waiting for that particular call had her ipod ear phones in her ear, while she listened to the music off the pink device that was held in her hand. Next to her was a book that she planned on reading while she was on the plane, her hard back copy of the first book in the Twilight saga.
The girl had honey brown bushy curls and her smile was perfect when a young man next to her spoke up in a slightly flirtatious manner. Her chocolate brown eyes also took in everything around her, as she wore her worn out jeans, the knee part completely blown out. She also wore a shirt for Metallica, and she had been told by some adults that she was mature for her age for wearing it, and understanding that a lot of the pop culture was simple a fading trend.
For awhile, she had struck up a conversation with another girl because she had the Twilight book on her, only to tell the other girl to shove off and stop calling Meyer names and picking on her. Seriously, there was enough garbage saying that Twilight was no good at all, and even rotted brains, but Maribel was in truth something that proved that statement wrong. She had gotten the best grades in her school, not to mention she had been the head of her debate team, while she also aced the math triathlon nationally. She honestly had no one to compete with, but the truth of the matter was, she was heading to England and her Aunt said there was a daughter who she could possibly compete with.
Not that Maribel wanted to leave America behind, but due to the economy stuff her parents had lost their jobs as real estate agents due to the housing market crashing, or whatever it is that they are talking about on the news. Well, her aunt and uncle were dentists and she was going to live with them because they could actually afford to keep her. She heard something about how her own mother might have to leave the country because of the economy issues to go back to Great Britain.
This of course meant that Maribel was leaving behind that awesome band she had created. Adults had praised them for being able to play anything they set their minds to, not to mention being able to practically never make up. That was another thing that she doubted she would be able to replace. She wanted to have that band still, but she wouldn't even be able to contact them, because everyone was moving and getting new cellphone numbers. Life pretty much sucked.
She was called by the attendant to board and she climbed on, finding herself in the nice plushy seats of the first class. She pulled out her book, waiting for the flight to take off, as she opened up the book to the first page. Eventually, the plane landed, after she got a really nice meal and she went and got her luggage, which included her electric guitar. She headed off to find out where her aunt and uncle were waiting for her, and then saw the sign that was there to introduce her. A girl about her age was with them.
The sign had sparkles on it, glitter all along the painted words. Obviously her aunt knew what girls were like, but the girl that was with them... she wore some rather baggy clothes and her hair was just down right narky, almost as if she didn't care at all about her appearance. Maribel didn't think what she was supposed to think about this other girl.
"Hello Maribel!" The woman suddenly hurried over and scooped the girl into a hug. "It is amazing that you could come and stay with us. I am sorry that your parents are having problems and I hope they find jobs soon. We have a room all prepared for you back at the house."
The man then turned to the girl standing next to them. "This is our daughter Hermione. Welcome to the Granger house."
At that, Maribel smiled at the other girl and decided to be polite. "Hi! I am Maribel Elizabeth Stanley."
"Hi." Was all the response that she got. They got into the car and drove down the London streets while Maribel took in the historical delights that hit her view point. Hermione remained quiet the whole ride, and finally they got to the house and they headed in.
Truth of the matter was, the house was absolutely gorgeous. The carpet was a velvet like stuff and her aunt and uncle led her up the room. The bed had white bedsheets on it, and the curtains were really lacy. She bounced down onto the bed, imagining the books she would put onto the book shelf and the posters she would put onto the wall. She also thought about what she would do to make it really hers, but truth be told, her aunt and uncle were hip to what was in and even had a computer in her room. She wondered though, what Hermione's was like, because the girl simply remained quite.
Author's note – I would like reviews. So far, I haven't gotten over two reviews on any of my stories. Reviews encourage me to update, which is why I haven't updated since August. So, I decided to try a new story. The thing is, I am not sure if I want the Hermione and her cousin to be in the same year as each other. I don't know what year this should take place in, nor do I know what house Maribel should be in, let alone if she should be transferring from an American Wizardry school either. I am also debating on pairings, should it be Dramione, or should it be Draco/OC, or something else? Anyways, since Transforming Hogwarts and Magica finally got reviews, I am going to go write new chapters for those two fanfics. Again, please review.