Aurelia Fontaine used to think she was just a regular, nobody from a little town off of London, only visited by people that lived there and people who didn't know there norths from there wests. She didn't think that now.
It was just an average day for Aurelia when it happened. She was walking home from school, like usual. She hated her school. The kids were snobs, constantly pointing their noses up in the open air, looking down on her because she wasn't white like them, she was Asian. She really hated school.
As she had turned down into a deserted alley, a whistle rang sharp through the air. "Hey, honey."
Aurelia turned to see Trevor, easily the most conceited and handsome boy in school. He had messy blonde hair that dripped into his blue eyes, and was lean and tall. He managed to make the school uniform for boys, a white dress shirt covered by a red sweater vest and khakis, hot. It didn't make up for the fact he was an ass, though.
"Don't call me honey." Aurelia inwardly groaned at the reply. Really, that was the best she could come up with?
"Okay, hot thang," rang another snide voice, and Trevor snickered as his right-wing man came up, Julio. While Trevor had boyish charm, Julio was made of Latina dreams, with black hair that seemed to use just the right amount of hairspray and not-overly muscled arms.
"You really need to stop calling people names," Aurelia sneered. "Or they might think you're talking to a mirror."
"Oooh, I'm so scared," Julio said, waving his arms around in mock fright.
"We'll stop calling you names when you stop wearing that," Trevor answered, his voice thick with lust as he stared at Aurelia's pleated blue skirt that went down to her fingertips and thigh highs.
"It's the school uniform, dumbass," Aurelia said, modestly tugging the skirt down.
"Then stop being so hot," Julio said, tracing his fingers down her back. Aurelia swiveled around as she glared at him. Aurelia was beautiful, with her long flowing black hair that reached her hips, smooth skin with a complexion like milk, perfectly formed b-cups, long legs and a tiny waist, but that doesn't mean she wasn't flashy with it.
"Back off," Aurelia seethed, reaching her breaking point.
"How about no," Trevor said, not even trying to hide his stares at her ass. Does the man not have any dignity?
"Back off," Aurelia repeated, grinding her teeth.
"No," Julio said with mock-politeness.
"BACK OFF!" Aurelia screamed and then, something amazing happened. Julio was lifted into the air.
"Dude!" Trevor exclaimed as he saw his friend do a clumsy ballet in the sky, his arms and legs trying to go in different directions, spinning around like dreidel.
Aurelia became frightened, was she doing this?
She stepped back and Julio dropped like a hotcake, face-planting on the gravel.
"Let's get out of here!" Trevor started to run and Julio lifted his gravel encrusted face up. "Wait up!"
The two boys ran off into the distance, stumbling and tripping over stones.
Aurelia was stunned, even more so when she felt a slight pressure, like a tiny vortex forming and an old man with a white beard appeared.
"Hello," he greeted, as though popping up and scaring random girls was everyday work for him. "I have a proposition I think you should listen to." He handed her a letter, and Aurelia opened it, one word popping out. Hogwarts.