DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything you recognise from the world of Harry Potter. The only things belonging to me are the OCs and an unhealthy obsession with a certain Scottish Keeper.

This is my first try at fanfiction ever. I hope you enjoy it ^___^

Prologue: Wallflower

I am in Hufflepuff, and I'm quite proud of it thank you very much. I may not be especially brave, but I've been known to take risks every so often. I may not be particularly cunning, but I can talk my way out of a sticky situation if the need arises. And it has a few times. I'm the only living being known to have talked my way out of trouble with Filch. Although to be fair, I had remembered it was Mrs. Norris' birthday and he had started gushing about the cat and forgot about my misdeed. It was a lucky scrape. I may not be the smartest witch of my generation, but I'm still in the top 10 in my year. People say I'm sweet and sarcastic. I'm not exactly sure how the two go together. And I get the worst mood swings ever.

I'm a bit kooky. My best friend Tatiana introduced me to the wonders of Muggle hair dye and although I can use a glamour charm on my hair, its fun to get my hands messy. Plus, I'm too lazy to do the spell every morning and the Muggle way lasts longer. My hair is currently short and blue and sticking in the weirdest directions. Professor McGonagall looked at me a bit funny when I got off the train but there's no real school rules against coloured hair so I got away with just a glare. She loved it and she knows it. I am quite pretty even if I'm not hot. I have caramel coloured skin and dark brown, almost black eyes.

You'd think I would be somewhat popular but no, I am just one of the many faces in the crowd of students at Hogwarts. I don't really mind. I get along with my housemates, the Gryffindors and some Ravenclaws just fine. The Slytherins don't bother me much because I'm too insignificant being in Hufflepuff and all. They'd rather bait the Gryffindors. I honestly don't get their feud. Not that I'd ever mention that to anyone. I value my life too much.

I've gone through all my years at Hogwarts content with being that girl that everyone knows but doesn't really know. The one who says hi to everyone and always has an extra quill to lend out. My social awkwardness cancels out my quirkiness and not many people hang around long enough for me to get comfortable with them. People are nice enough to me. I am a wallflower. A pretty one, but a wallflower none the less.

But tonight, there's a party in the Room of Requirement. Its the start of term and the older students are having a get-together after lights-out. Its kind of hosted by the Gryffindors and they invited people from other houses. Even a couple of civil Slytherins made the list. I got invited by the Gryffindor chasers. They ganged up on me really.

Tatiana left earlier with some guy called Brendan. They're always on-again, off-again. Its cute if you're into that sort of thing.

I pace the long corridor hoping I don't run into Filch because I know I won't have the same luck twice. A door appears and I open it and walk in hurriedly only to slam head-first into something solid.

"Ow! Watch where you're going will you?" it says in a slightly irritated tone.

Since when did objects start talking? Oh, its a someone. I start to come up with an appropriate apology but then I look up into the softest brown eyes and totally lose my train of thought.