a/n: ok so this is my stori. i hope you like it. my beta is so cool! she proofread it too! just spelling and grammar and stuff, though, because shes not going to change my stori! lol! that'd be stupid, it's my writing! xD
Hello. My name is very long, but you can call me Wintyr Darknyss. I go to a school called Hogwarts in Britain, and I'm in my sixth year. I was sorted in the house Battbloods, the new Hogwarts house for people like me who saw beyond the "happy outlook" of life (who accepted how bad it was), by the new Sorting Hat. It was almost time for my first day of class...
I woke up that day, yawning. I woke up in my black, red, purple, gray, white, silver, and blue bed made of silk and cedar wood. I was only in a silky black slip. I changed out of it - my blonde-haired roommate eyeing me as I did, but pretending she wasn't - and changed into my choice of clothes. Today I was wearing black fishnets, a short black leather skirt, an open short-sleeved cropped blood-red shirt, black MCR gloves, one NBC Converse shoe, one GC combat boot, black-and-white striped leggings with Amy Lee's signature on them, and several pieces of jewelry. All of which included at least two of the following criteria: black, red, gothic, white, purple, Satanist, or including my favorite bands. I wasn't wearing a bra that day, instead choosing the fishnets. My hair looked pretty good that day. Its natural color is black (which compliments my ivory skin), but I died the bangs in four different colors: gold, blood-red, purple, and dark blue. My clear, dark grayish-blue eyes looked good with my hair and outfit. They were surrounded by many long eyelashes that looked as if they were colored in by a very talented artist. I don't mean to brag - it's more of a burden - but I was born pretty. I put on a lot of eyeliner, but not enough to make me look like a raccoon or a twenty-dollar whore. I also put on dark red - almost like very dark, near-black blood - lipstick on my somewhat full lips. I didn't need any foundation, as I'm not stupid enough to actually put it on my already-ivory skin. It'd look stupid.
Well anyway. I was walking to class - my first class was Potions - alone because no one wanted to be my friend because of my outfit. Well, that was fine. They were all preps and posers anyway.
Professor McGonagoth, who teaches Potions, told us to find a partner. I looked to my partner and it was...!