I smirked as I walked down the chilly corridors, curious about my new school. I was from America, but was rather forced to go to Hogwarts. Probably because I was expelled from the four other American schools, but to me, those were just minor details. I had arrived in late November, and the headmaster was gracious enough to let me enroll later in the year. I quite preferred the American schools. They were much more modern and much less…. medieval. But I had promised my dad that I wouldn't get expelled from this school, not that that meant much to my. My parents had already lost hope in me, which still didn't affect me much.

This school had sparked my interest, though. All of my other schools didn't have houses or anything like it. They didn't even have dorms; after the classes were finished, you just went home to crash. Also, I was intrigued by the talking hat. After singing a quaint little song, it was placed on my head. "Hmmm..." It began to think out loud. "Very brave… Bold… Outgoing… Ambitious…" It continued, muttering this and that. "But ambition over courage…." It said before starting to debate with itself. Looking in a small mirror on the wall near me, I suppressed a small laugh. The old torn hat clashed against my brightly dyed, cherry red hair. After many minutes of silence, the hat finally cried out "GRYFFINDOR!" and the older women with the tight bun and small spectacles removed the hat. "Congratulations." She told me. "My name is Professor McGonagall. I am the head of Gryffindor house." She said, introducing herself.

For the next few hours, the bearded headmaster known as Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall lectured me on the school rules and the consequences if I broke the rules. There was a man with dark, greasy hair in the room also, along with a large, tall, bearded man. I was also informed of school procedures and traditions. So boring, I thought, leaving the office. I was being sent to the seventh floor. Not like I knew where that was or anything. After finally finding many stairways, I spent a half an hour trying to get up the stairs without them changing on me. Finally, I found the large portrait of the fat lady wearing the bright pink dress. "Flabberworm." I mumbled as the picture swung open and I entered the room.

I smirked as every eye in the room was turned on me. I was dressed differently than all the other students; Cherry red hair, knee-hi Converse, tight, black skinny jeans, and a bright lime green tank top. One particular girl with crazy hair was gaping at me. All around the room, I heard whispering. Simply smirking again, I headed towards the staircase labeled "Girl's Dormitory", everyone in my path was moving out of it quickly. This was going to be a fun year.

After going up the stairs, I began to look for my dorm. When I found it, I walked in and took the empty bed, stowing her large trunk at the end of it. As I began to put my things away, a girl with wavy brown hair tied up with a light pink bow came over to me.

"Hello, I'm Lavender Brown! I'm in this dorm too." She said sweetly.

I blinked at her. "Great? I'm Ashlynn Roberts." I said indifferently.

Lavender smiled brightly. "I hope we can become friends! So where are you from?" She asked.

I simply blinked at her again. "Santa Monica, California. America." I told her, a little frightened by her peppiness.

"That's so cool!" Lavender squealed. "I've only read about America, but I've never met anyone from there! Your hair is an interesting colour." She said, trying to make idle conversation.

I was already sick of this Lavender girl, so I just grunted and got back to unpacking. Taking the hint, Lavender went back to her bed and continued reading this week's issue of Witch Weekly.

As I finished unpacking and finally layed back on my bed, I heard somewhat loud yelling coming up from the common room. That was followed by loud footsteps up the stairs and a final yell of "Don't even think about asking me for my notes again, Ronald Weasley!" The girl from before with the unruly hair barged through the door and collapsed on the bed next to me in exasperation.

Awkwardly, I turned to her. "Hit a rough patch with your boyfriend?" I asked innocently, but the second the word 'boyfriend' slipped from her lips, all hell broke loose.

"That ungrateful, procrastinating, thick, loaf is NOT my boyfriend!" She exclaimed, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

Bewildered, I felt quite stupid. "Er…. Sorry…" I told her, awkwardly. "I'm Ash…" I said, introducing myself.

"Hermione…" The girl choked out. I could barely understand her from her sobbing.

"Nice to meet you…" I said, wishing she would stop crying. After realizing my wish wouldn't come true, I murmured her a 'good-bye' and went down to the common room. I sat in a large, red armchair near the crackling fire. Glancing around the room, I looked at all the other people in her 'house'. Suddenly, a gangly ginger stood up from the couch.

"Ugh! Sometimes I just can't stand Hermione! She acts nice for one second, then the next she's getting all huffy over everything I say!" He shouted loudly. Realized that this must happen a lot, as no one was glancing at him while he was screaming. The boy he was sitting next to was trying to calm him down, but it didn't seem to be working. Shrugging to myself, I got up and walked over to the large window. The only problem was that I had to cross the common room to get to it. Everyone still looked at Me as if I was an alien.

As I passed the couch, I heard the angry ginger murmur "Bloody hell. Do you know who the new girl is, Harry?" He asked his friend with the glasses. Harry shook his head. "Well, she sure is odd."He said. I could still feel his eyes on me as I sat in the window sill, looking out at the scenery.

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