The Life and Times of Misty Echo

"Ugh," said young Misty Echo as she got off the Hogwarts express. "Another boring year here. I hate Gryffindor, why can't I be in Slytherin!"

"Because of your face, uggo," said Randet Liner. (LIN-AR)

That stung like a million bees to young Misty Echo. She's been worried of her appearance since a very young age. Despite her obvious beauty, she has always viewed herself as nothing more than a fatso with a suction cup for a mouth. Her clothes were always too big for her, but she suspected that her mother was shopping in a fat store. Her calf length silver hair was always frizzled despite her best efforts to calm the beast with product and a comb. She managed to charm her school uniform so that to her teachers it was the normal black robes, but to her classmates and herself it was a stylish obsidian dress.

"Back off Liner!" said Lance Lionhart, a Slytherin in her year. His blonde hair stroked the back of his pale neck. His ethereal cyan eyes glazed my body under his intense stare. Liner gave him a sour look, but soon backed off with her gang of goons.

"Are you okay?" Lance asked, helping her pick up her books. "I hate those guys. Why does Gryffindor always have to be full of undesirable people like that?"

"Well," Misty said, shivering as she glanced at Lance's marble bodice. "I'm in Gryffindor as well, but I do have to agree with you."

"Well, I am very apologetic about your unfortunate luck in your sorting. My name's Lance Lionhart, what's yours?"

"M-Misty Echo…" the girl said in a faint whisper, trying to capture the numerous butterflies living in her stomach.

"That's a beautiful name," he said in his strong, male voice. "It is too bad we are not in the same house, though. I'd love to see you around more."

"H-How about tomorrow and we can talk about our classes?" she said in a faint whisper.

"That'd be lovely," Lance said, smiling.

Oh my God… Misty thought as she looked at Lance walking away with his friends. And from that point on Misty knew her reason to be in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The next weekend she and Lance met in the Astronomy Tower to discuss their weeks.

"The headmistress is strict, but fair," said Misty as she stared into Lance's glazed eyes.

"Agreed. My favorite subject is Potions, what's yours?"

Oh my God… we have a connection!

"Same! I love it. My father was a potions master when he was younger. My mom was a vampire hunter."

"…Well… this is awkward…" said Lance, straightening up, "My father was a vampire. He was hunted down for years and was killed by a vampire hunter."

"Our parent's undesirable actions can be put behind us, can it not?"

"…Agreed…" said Lance.

However, what Misty did not know was how deep rooted Lance was in his vampyric ancestry.