Sapphire's eyelids fluttered. Realizing it was morning, she desperately shut her eyes again. More than anything, Sapphire Rasha did not want to get out of bed. Today was the day she was to begin school. In her stomach, a tight knot of apprehension formed. For the past four years, Sapphire had been home schooled by her parents. Her parents had believed the available schools to be incapable and untristworthy of their precious daughter. But, deciding she needed to be around other kids, they were sending her off to a school. Now this was no ordinary school, and Sapphire's family was no ordinary famioly. Sapphire and her entire family were all witches and wizards. Purebloods in other words. Also, the school she was to attend as a fifth year student was none other than the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sighing, Sapphire dragged her eyes open, instantly missing the darkness of sleep. She went into her bathroom, and turned on the shower. When the water was hot enough, she removed her nightclothes and stepped in. the hot water felt good; Sapphire moved her face so that the water rained down on it. Soon, her tears were indistinguishable from the diamond droplets. Lightly, she emerged from the shower, feeling somewhat better. Almost reluctantly, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror hanging from her wall. Sapphire was by anyone's standards gorgeous. She was rather short, reaching the height of about 5'2. she had the palest skin, which was devoid of any blemishes. Though she had a slender build, her skin and flesh were firm. One would almost fit their hands around Sapphire's waist. The size of her waist complimented her curvy hips. But those were not the qualities she was most recognized for. Her eyes, for which she had been named after, were a vivid blue color. Some said they could see endless oceans in her eyes. Others said her eyes held the skies. Also, her jet black hair fell in tumbling waves. But, when in certain moods, Sapphire's hair turned a fiery red color. Sapphire dropped her gaze from the mirror, and moved away from it in a seemingly defeated manner. While others saw so much when they looked at her, she saw nothing. Quickly, she dressed in sandals, a miniskirt, and a silver V-neck that clung to her curves. She would have loved to have dressed in baggy clothes, but she would then have looked less than perfect in her father's eyes. That would displease him. It was widespread knowledge in the magickal world that it was not wise to displease a Rasha. Descending the stairs, Sapphire braced herself for a talk from her father about how she had to uphold her family name. Slowly, she walked into the kitchen. Her father, Jasper, sat at the table reading the Daily Prophet. She knew her mother was probably drifting around somewhere in the house. She ate as rapidly as she could, but before she could escape to her room, her father called out to her. "Sapphire, we need to have a talk. This is your first year at a school, and I would like to make some points clear. Our family is pureblood; people expect the best of us. I have taught you a great deal, and you will most definitely be ahead of your fellow fifth year students. We are counting on you to carry our family name well. Don't let us down" Jasper awkwardly patted Sapphire's shoulder, in an attempt at an affectionate gesture. ~He never did understand that in order to be affectionate, you have to actually care for the person~ Sapphire thought angrily. Under his smooth words, she knew were threats. It never does one well to displease a Rasha. Sapphire went up to her room to say goodbye to it. This was her sanctuary. It had held her weaknesses throughout the years. Idly she looked around, noticing her family's house elf had already taken her bags. Hearing her father calling her, she slowly shut the door to her room, strengthening her resolve to do well. On the way to platform 9 ¾, where she would then board the Hogwarts Express, she double checked her belongings. Her wand was one of her prize possesions. It was truly fantastic. On the outside, it looked normal: eight inches, Willow. But it was the inside that held it's true treasure. The inside was lined with four phoenix feathers, each of which was from a different phoenix. The feathers were linked together by a unicorn tail hair. And in the middle lay three dragon heartstrings. The wand was a work of art. Sapphire sifted through her stuff, careful of her wand. She had everything someone could want materialisticly. Her bags were full of silken, stylish clothes, sparkling jewelry, top-quality school supplies, and more. Wearily, she turned her attention to a long box. Opening it, she saw the Lighteningbolt broomstick her father had bought her. He wanted her to be a Chaser as many in the Rasha family lineage had been. Looking up, she saw they were almost at the train station. With a simple spell, her things were put back into order. As soon as she was on Platform 9 ¾, she felt the eyes of many people on her. She took a deep breathe, trying to calm herself. "Lucius Malfoy" Her father's voice rang out.Jasper took Sapphire over to where a tall, pale, blond man was standing. "Jasper. How nice to see you. This must be your daughter that you speak so incessently about. Meet my son, Draco" Lucius said. Sapphire didn't like Lucius at all, but was slightly interested in seeing what his son was like. A boy, looking like a miniature version of his father turned around. "Hello, I'm-" Draco's eyes widened at the sight of Sapphire, but he caught himself, "Draco. These are my friends: Crabbe and Goyle." He finished with a faint smirk on his face. Arrogance positively radiated off him. Sapphire had to admit to herself that he was good-looking, but his ego was overwhelming. "Delighted" was her short response. "Honey, Lucius has kindly offered his son's services in showing you around school. Be good. Don't displease me" Jasper gave his daughter a warning look. Seeing her father's expression, Sapphire knew the Malfoy family must be prominent and pureblood as well. "Yes, father" she replied. Soon, she found herself boarding the train with Draco and his two croonies Crabbe and Goyle.