Author's Note: This story takes place in Harry Potter's fifth year. That's about all you need to know. Other than that the only important piece of information is that Lorraine has been at Hogwarts since Harry's first year. (The whole time basically.)

The Hogwarts letters had been sent, the students were all starting to pack, the teachers were preparing for the end of their only vacation in a year and the Malfoy's were awaiting the return of their daughter.

Narci Malfoy had been living at an all girl school in America since she had been accepted at the age of 11. She came home for two weeks every summer, the last two weeks of summer.

But this year she would be going to Hogwarts instead.

Narci is Draco's identical twin sister. (Though she insists she is the better looking one.) She always goofs off and is a overly dramatic. But when she isn't being insane, she usually looks bored. And one more thing, she doesn't respond well to emotion, of any sort.

Narci was smart. Her best subject was potions, she did admirably in all the classes, a result of her overly strict, intensely advanced American school.

She had many friends at her old school, but wasn't good at making new ones. How would she be able to make knew ones when she lacked the bravery to explain her aversion to affection? Most people that met her thought she was unbearably shy, but she wasn't.

This girl was walking up the path to her family's manor and pondering the best way to get up to her room without her mom's usual sob fest and overly-emotional welcome. There was no way.

On the other side of the country a girl named Lorraine (Lor for short) was welcoming Harry as he arrived at the Order of Phoenix Headquarters. She lived with the Weasley's because her parents were deceased and they were her closest relatives.

"Hello Harry," she said, before walking upstairs to her room, leaving the golden trio to greet each other in whatever dramatic way they saw fit. She'd never liked dramatic situations, she mostly just observed. The average human being had become far too predictable for her to ever relate to, though she understood that she was also human, and in that way, predictable. She also understood that she thought things over far too much, making them more complicated than was necessary.

She was not athletic, though she was quick and sharp in her movement. Lor didn't take much liking to muscle, it was useless. She held a strange fascination with martial arts and oriental fighting techniques, and no one had ever understood why. She made sure of that.

Lor was an intelligent girl, she exceeded in Astronomy, possibly because the centaurs had taken an abnormal liking to her, and taught her some of their ways. But she did well in everything.

The one thing Lor didn't do well in was social events. She didn't like people, and had no close friends, mostly acquaintances. But Lor liked it that way, she could focus on other things, like cheese or kitties.

And thus begins the story of Lor Runscott and Narci Malfoy. (oh…what a cliché way to end a beginning.)