To Change or Not to Change?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or any one you recognize. I wish I owned Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood but I don't. I'm just a poor writer trying to get on in the world. The only things in this fic that I do own are my original character, Zaira, the "Old Egypt" Institute of Magic, and Quanisha, Zaira's Egyptian Mau.
A/N: I'm not usually one to ask for reviews but I do find great pleasure in getting them because I like to know what the readers think of this fic. So, having said that I shall just start the chapter now. Oh and for good measure, this is Zaira's second exchange trip to Hogwarts. Her first one was in her third year were she was teased and flawed mercilessly by Marcus Flint. This takes place during the PoA but most likely follow the book exactly. Well on with the chapter. I hope you enjoy the story(
Chapter 1: On Platform 9 ¾
It had been 4 years. 4 years ago Zaira Jorstad had first stepped on to Platform 9 ¾. She had been 13 and it was her first exchange trip. She had come to London to go to Hogwarts for one year, her third year on magical training and education, but it had turned out to be a horrible year socially. She had been shunned from group to group by rumors started by a Hogwarts fourth year named Marcus Flint. However no matter how rude he had been to her she had always treated him with kindness and stood her ground when he made fun of her in the middle of large crowds. But that didn't matter now. Zaira had grown into a beautiful 17 year old with warm and caring indigo eyes, goldenly tanned skin due to her Egyptian heritage and flowing black brown hair that went to her lower back. She was 5'4" and was in her own seventh and final year of her magical education and she had decided to spend it at Hogwarts and now it was time for her to go. Taking a breath Zaira began to push her trolley towards the barrier in King's Cross that would put her on Platform 9 ¾ that held the scarlet Hogwarts Express, the train that would take her to the school.
It happened very quickly. She was on platform 9 ¾ within seconds of beginning to jog towards the barrier. Zaira was taking her time and looking around when, "Zaira? Zaira Jorstad?" came the curios and excited voice of Zaira's only Hogwart's friend and fellow seventh year Penelope Clearwater who was running across the platform to greet her friend.
"Penelope!" Zaira yelled back catching her friend in a hug. "Oh my God, look at you. Your all grown up Penny," Zaira said smiling at her taller friend.
"Me? You! You have gone from the ugly duckling to the beautiful swan," Penelope said. "Come on we'll put you're stuff away and mingle in the crowds, show everyone what you've grown up to be," she said picking up one end of Zaira's trunk.
"Okay," Zaira said smiling, picking up the other end her trunk.
After putting her trunk away Penelope and Zaira headed for a crowd of students that appeared to be encircling two other students in a heated verbal argument. Having pushed their way to the front Zaira and Penelope discovered that the argument was between seventh year Gryffindor, Oliver Wood and the last person Zaira expected to see this year.
A/N: Well that's were I'm going to leave you for now. Thanks for reading(
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or any one you recognize. I wish I owned Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood but I don't. I'm just a poor writer trying to get on in the world. The only things in this fic that I do own are my original character, Zaira, the "Old Egypt" Institute of Magic, and Quanisha, Zaira's Egyptian Mau.
A/N: I'm not usually one to ask for reviews but I do find great pleasure in getting them because I like to know what the readers think of this fic. So, having said that I shall just start the chapter now. Oh and for good measure, this is Zaira's second exchange trip to Hogwarts. Her first one was in her third year were she was teased and flawed mercilessly by Marcus Flint. This takes place during the PoA but most likely follow the book exactly. Well on with the chapter. I hope you enjoy the story(
Chapter 1: On Platform 9 ¾
It had been 4 years. 4 years ago Zaira Jorstad had first stepped on to Platform 9 ¾. She had been 13 and it was her first exchange trip. She had come to London to go to Hogwarts for one year, her third year on magical training and education, but it had turned out to be a horrible year socially. She had been shunned from group to group by rumors started by a Hogwarts fourth year named Marcus Flint. However no matter how rude he had been to her she had always treated him with kindness and stood her ground when he made fun of her in the middle of large crowds. But that didn't matter now. Zaira had grown into a beautiful 17 year old with warm and caring indigo eyes, goldenly tanned skin due to her Egyptian heritage and flowing black brown hair that went to her lower back. She was 5'4" and was in her own seventh and final year of her magical education and she had decided to spend it at Hogwarts and now it was time for her to go. Taking a breath Zaira began to push her trolley towards the barrier in King's Cross that would put her on Platform 9 ¾ that held the scarlet Hogwarts Express, the train that would take her to the school.
It happened very quickly. She was on platform 9 ¾ within seconds of beginning to jog towards the barrier. Zaira was taking her time and looking around when, "Zaira? Zaira Jorstad?" came the curios and excited voice of Zaira's only Hogwart's friend and fellow seventh year Penelope Clearwater who was running across the platform to greet her friend.
"Penelope!" Zaira yelled back catching her friend in a hug. "Oh my God, look at you. Your all grown up Penny," Zaira said smiling at her taller friend.
"Me? You! You have gone from the ugly duckling to the beautiful swan," Penelope said. "Come on we'll put you're stuff away and mingle in the crowds, show everyone what you've grown up to be," she said picking up one end of Zaira's trunk.
"Okay," Zaira said smiling, picking up the other end her trunk.
After putting her trunk away Penelope and Zaira headed for a crowd of students that appeared to be encircling two other students in a heated verbal argument. Having pushed their way to the front Zaira and Penelope discovered that the argument was between seventh year Gryffindor, Oliver Wood and the last person Zaira expected to see this year.
A/N: Well that's were I'm going to leave you for now. Thanks for reading(