I don't wanna' know,
Lisa was new to Hogwarts. She wasn't a first year, but a 6th year. She short, and beautiful, yet she still had a problem with keeping friends. Sometimes things would happen that she wished wouldn't. You see, Lisa wasn't just your ordinary witch... She was a veela.
Lisa has been to several wizarding schools, all of which she was driven out of or in the middle of the school year something dramatic would happen and she would have to leave. The fact that this seemed to happen every year was hard for her to keep friends. Sadly she would turn to cutting, which she would call her best friend. She would wear log sleeves to cover the wounds. No one really understood why she would cover herself up, since she had such cute shape.
Lisa boarded the train; she looked around at the giggling girls and the new first years. She rolled her eyes and started looking for an open spot on the train. She looked around and found no spaces. She sighed as she new what she had to do. Ask to sit next to someone. She peeked inside of about 3 compartments and couldn't find a seat; she was beginning to get annoyed. She finally came across a compartment, it held only 3 people. One girl with bushy brown hair, a boy with red hair and the other boy she knew well from all the stories she heard, it was Harry Potter. She knocked on the door slightly.
"Umm...excuse me, but there's no other compartment open, and..." Lisa was cut off.
"Say no more," said the red haired boy, he waved for her to come in and she quickly sat down.
"Well, I haven't seen you around," said the bushy haired girl.
"I'm new," replied Lisa while only taking a peek up at her then look down.
"I didn't know Hogwarts let transfers in!" piped up Harry.
"They don't!" snapped the bushy haired girl, "It's nearly impossible in to transfer schools."
"Well, ya' know if you have the brains..." trailed off Lisa.
"I'm Ron... Ron Weasly," piped up the red haired boy breaking the silence.
"Harry..." started Harry reaching out he's hand but stopped by Lisa.
"Potter...I know," she said shaking he's hand.
"Lisa...Lisa Mocking..."
Lisa was new to Hogwarts. She wasn't a first year, but a 6th year. She short, and beautiful, yet she still had a problem with keeping friends. Sometimes things would happen that she wished wouldn't. You see, Lisa wasn't just your ordinary witch... She was a veela.
Lisa has been to several wizarding schools, all of which she was driven out of or in the middle of the school year something dramatic would happen and she would have to leave. The fact that this seemed to happen every year was hard for her to keep friends. Sadly she would turn to cutting, which she would call her best friend. She would wear log sleeves to cover the wounds. No one really understood why she would cover herself up, since she had such cute shape.
Lisa boarded the train; she looked around at the giggling girls and the new first years. She rolled her eyes and started looking for an open spot on the train. She looked around and found no spaces. She sighed as she new what she had to do. Ask to sit next to someone. She peeked inside of about 3 compartments and couldn't find a seat; she was beginning to get annoyed. She finally came across a compartment, it held only 3 people. One girl with bushy brown hair, a boy with red hair and the other boy she knew well from all the stories she heard, it was Harry Potter. She knocked on the door slightly.
"Umm...excuse me, but there's no other compartment open, and..." Lisa was cut off.
"Say no more," said the red haired boy, he waved for her to come in and she quickly sat down.
"Well, I haven't seen you around," said the bushy haired girl.
"I'm new," replied Lisa while only taking a peek up at her then look down.
"I didn't know Hogwarts let transfers in!" piped up Harry.
"They don't!" snapped the bushy haired girl, "It's nearly impossible in to transfer schools."
"Well, ya' know if you have the brains..." trailed off Lisa.
"I'm Ron... Ron Weasly," piped up the red haired boy breaking the silence.
"Harry..." started Harry reaching out he's hand but stopped by Lisa.
"Potter...I know," she said shaking he's hand.
"Lisa...Lisa Mocking..."