Not again! Thought Blair with frustration, as she saw some Slytherins come towards her. I should get away as quick as I can...

The young Slytherin made her way out of the hall and stopped in the hall.

She hated being a Slytherin. She didn't deserve to be in that house, in her opinion; she didn't despise Gryffindors, nor did she think she was remotely evil or mean. She thought maybe she would be in Ravenclaw, or even Hufflepuff; but the Sorting Hat seemed determined to put her in Slytherin. She didn't even like snakes.

The reason why she was getting away from the Slytherins was because they were constantly telling her to come and hang out with them, and telling her she should say at least a couple of rude words to the Gryffindors, or tease a few Hufflepuff's. She always refused though.

Blair was a fourteen year old girl. Her looks were most interesting; people often said they knew her from somewhere but couldn't quite put their finger on it. She had dark black, curly hair, and dark brown eyes, that almost looked black. She had beautiful, pale, smooth skin. Some would call her attractive, and some would call her what a typical Slytherin would look like. She never understood that comment, so she just ignored it.

One thing about Blair that she always suspected about herself was that her last name was Black. She didn't know her parents; she didn't even know why she didn't know them; she just knew that she had been raised in an orphanage since she was a baby. So she never quite figured how her last name was Black, but she went with it anyway. She had been homeschooled at her orphanage before the headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore, invited her to come to Hogwarts a month ago. She had accepted his offer in an excited manner.

I'll just go to the Quidditch pitch and read, she thought to herself, as she calmly walked out of the castle.

She liked going to the Quidditch Pitch to read because the stands were always empty in the mornings and afternoons (other than when the house teams had practise) and she could sit and peacefully read for hours and hours. It was a Saturday, so she planned to read for a long time.

But to her disappointment she arrived at the quidditch pitch and two Gryffindor's were already flying around. She decided to ignore them, seeing as they hadn't noticed her yet.

She sat in the stands and opened her book, and began to read. She'd read for about twenty minutes when she heard a desperate cry come from the pitch. She looked up from her book and saw one of the Gryffindor's sprawled on the ground.

She was a little surprised at her own actions when she had to stifle a giggle. When she had gotten over her shock in her own behaviour, she put her book down and raced over to see if the Gryffindor was okay.

As she got closer she realised that he was a boy. She immediately recognised them as she got even closer. They were both boys. They were the famous Weasley twins.

'Oh, come on Freddie, a Slytherin is coming to torture you...' she heard one of them mutter to his twin, who was sitting up now.

'I'm not here to tease him,' Blair said loudly and confidently, but cold nonetheless. 'I came to see if he was okay.'

The twin snorted. 'Right,' he said disbelievingly.

'I'm serious!' said Blair, feeling very frustrated. 'What happened?'

'I fell of my broom,' said the second twin, wincing as he sat up more. 'And I hurt my arm, but not too much.'

'You're bleeding,' Blair pointed out bluntly.

'Oh, I am!' said the twin, looking at his arm with surprise.

'You should see Madam Pomfrey.' said Blair. 'She's very good with this type of stuff. You'll be fixed in a second.'

He shook his head. 'No way. It's bad enough that you saw and now you're going to go and tell all your Slytherin friends. I wouldn't be able to live down the embarrassment if other people found out.'

'I don't have any Slytherin friends, actually...' Blair said quietly, looking at her feet as the wind whipped her hair around.

'Oh,' said the other un-injured twin softly. 'Well, for the record, I'm George, and he's Fred. You were probably getting confused.'

'Yes, I was actually,' said Blair, louder this time.

'It's a drag being a twin sometimes,' said Fred as he began to stand up.

'Well, think yourself lucky.' Blair said. 'You're lucky to have siblings. Some people don't.'

'I don't think I'm that lucky, but if you say so.' George shrugged.

Fred looked at his arm and winced a little as the cold wind struck his injury.

'Do you want me to look at it?' Blair offered. 'I'm fairly experienced in this area. You know, where I grew up, the kids in the- er- neighbourhood really liked beating people up.' she grinned sociably.

'I suppose, if you know what you're doing.' Fred said.

'I'm not going to do anything; I'm just going to look at it.' Blair chuckled as she came closer. Fred pulled up the sleeve of his shirt a bit. Blair examined it with intelligent eyes.

'Nothing to worry about, just a scratch.' she said, leaning away a bit.

'Oh good, I was worried he'd broken it.' George said, although they could tell he was joking.

'Well, I suppose you could fix it if you want...' Blair said, backing away a bit. 'But I have to get back to the castle. Nice meeting you!' she called as she walked off to retrieve her book.

As she walked away she could've sworn she heard them calling out "Wait, what's your name?" She grinned to herself. Maybe she would make some friends here.