A/N: I'm going to try to make all the chapters around 1,500 words each. It's kind of short compared to how most people have their chapters, but I feel as though it is a good length. This chapter is mostly introducing the characters and Leslie's clique. A new one will be joining them soon enough! Yippee!

Usually I do not do my stories like this however, but I feel as though if I have enough encouragement I'll finally finish one. However, I do not know. So please, review and encourage me to finish this story. I would like it to be done within the next couple months, I'm not completely sure how this will go though, so we will wait and see

ALSO, in your reviews I would love to take requests for ideas for the story, plot twists, sub-plots, anything you think would make the story interesting. It could be a party.

Now, on with the story. But first…

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize, thank you for asking.

Leslie Grace Evangeline had the reddest hair and the hardest heart. She acted like a princess, and knew she could get away with anything and it didn't really matter all that much what she did. She knew what her future was, and she knew she was going to be the head of auror department one day with her best friends, Alice Longbottom, Britt, and Kim MacMillan.

The four of them owned the school, especially since Alice's sister, Abby, graduated last year and there was no one else trying to interfere. Besides Alice's younger brother, Frank, who always tried to get in on their group, but was always kicked out within thirty minutes. Alice was tall and a bit on the chunkier side, but she was the prettiest out of their group, Leslie thoroughly thought. She was a seventh year and would be graduating next year and moving in with her boyfriend, who she was always thinking about. His name was Matthew.

Britt was a year younger than Leslie. Her full name was Bridget Regan Isebeal Tompson. She was given the nickname "Britt" In primary school when they learned about middle names. She had short black hair that was cut very roughly, but she managed to make it work with ease. She had wisps of bangs in the front, always peaking down from the hat of the day. Britt was athletic and mostly cared about quidditch games and her sneakers and hats. She usually wore tightly fitted tank-tops under baggy t-shirts with tight jeans and was always bickering with someone about something. She had a beautiful Irish accent and big, blue, circular eyes that just screamed LOVE ME, which wasn't an easy task. She was shipped off to Hogwarts after being expelled from her school that her parents sent her to specifically, so Headmistress Weasley (who is now engaged to the potions professor, Professor Lupin) told her to cling with Alice, Leslie, Kim, and (at the time) Sarah Stupor. So she did, and she was now their fireball.

Kim was in Leslie's year. They had been inseparable since they were put as dorm mates in their first year. Out of the seven girls in their year, the only one each of them honestly liked was each other. Kim was a pureblood, Kim MacMillan, had moved over from America when she was seven and her and her family had made a life here. Leslie could read the girls mind.

Leslie was the most serious one, on the front at least. They acted like perfect students, perfect role models. They never got in trouble, and if they did it was because they accidentally back-talked a teaching while PMSing… or so they told the teachers… and the teachers believed them.

Leslie sat in class, staring at the back of James Potter's head, he always knew how to irk her in every way possible by one look, taking control of all of her emotions, and sending her through the roof. In a bad way, never good. She looked up at the potions professor, Professor Lupin, who was rambling on about this-that-and-everything-else. Leslie felt a sharp pain in her side and let out a small groan. She then realized Kim had elbowed her and she sat up straight as Lupin glanced at her. She gave Kim a look that screamed what the hell! and Kim leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"I'm bored."

Leslie rolled her eyes as if to say, "No duh."

"And you're staring at James again." Kim whispered.

Leslie rolled her eyes again, and this time growled. "Shut it or I'll -"

"Is there anything going on I need to hear about, Miss Evangaline and Miss MacMillan?" Lupin called to the back of the classroom.

"Nope." Leslie said, glaring at Kim. "Kim was just telling me some juicy gossip."

"Oh, do share." Lupin said, with a small smirk on his face.

Leslie sighed. "Apparently Tony Yorblux and Ophelia Presley were in the third-floor broom closet last night snogging, when a couple Gryffindors wanted to have a turn and kicked them out because that is the Gyrffindor's spot, you know. So I think all the other houses should stay out. Damn hufflepuffs, trying to intrude."

"Ten points from Gryffindor for disrupting my class. Don't let it happen again. Detention, Ms. Evangeline for spreading unnecessary rumors. I'll see you in my office tonight."

"Yep…" Leslie said, her bored, disrespectful tone accidentally slipping through her goody-two-shoes exterior. She leaned back on her hands.

"Sit up, Ms. Evangeline." Lupin said.

"Yep." Leslie said in her bored voice again, "I mean, yes sir." She corrected herself, sitting up. For some reason, she didn't have any respect for this man. She wasn't sure what it was, but there was nothing about him that made her want to listen to him in class. He was a prude, he was only in this spot because he had connections to Harry Potter, who basically owned the wizarding world, and he treated everyone like they were babies. They were less than ten years younger than him.

When the bell rang twenty two minutes later, Leslie got her things together and James Potter stood in front of her desk, putting a hand on her things.

"Cut him some slack, will you Leslie?" James asked sincerely. "Ted is like a brother to me, I'll talk to him and ask him to loosen up a bit, alright?"

Leslie looked into his hazel eyes and nodded. She slung her bag over her shoulder and quickly followed Kim out to the great hall to meet Alice and Britt. Britt was arguing with a third year about the quid ditch stats of Hogwarts in the past and how they were now, stabbing her steak with as much fury as a rabbid rabbit.

"Britt, calm down…" the third year said, putting his hands up in surrender. "I was just saying..."

"You were being incorrect!" Britt said, saliva flying out of her mouth, each drop having a mind of its own. "In '06 the Gryffindor team one the Gryffindor cup and they haven't lost since! So go suck a dick!" The third-year wiped the spit from his face and sighed.

"Ms. Tompson!" Headmistress Weasley exclaimed, walking into the great hall. "What is wrong with you? Talking to an innocent, impressionable third-year like that?"

"He had is stats wrong, Professor. I needed to correct him." Britt said innocently.

"Find a more polite way to do it next time, please." The headmistress said before walking to the head's table and giving Professor Lupin a kiss. Leslie glowered at them as James Potter sat next to her and she groaned. He put his arm around her as he grabbed himself some chicken with his other hand.

"What do you want, Potter?" Leslie asked, slipping away from under his arm.

"Well, It would be cool if you would go out with me…"

"I'd rather not."

"What about me?" His cousin, Fred Weasley asked.

"Never." Leslie said, giving Fred a dirty look then looking at James. "I'd rather go on a date with James."

"We're going to have a party on the fourth floor." Alice said, leaning in and whispering to them to change the subject. "We usually do first Saturday back, want to come?"

"I'd love to." James said. "I'm sure Freddie would agree."

"Yep." Fred said with a large, toothy grin.

"Can I join?" Hugo Weasley asked, walking in on the conversation at that moment. Leslie glanced at him. He was a chubby boy with a red, curly afro that looked like it had a family of rats living in it.

"No third years allowed." Leslie said, giving him a look of disgust.

"I'm a fifth year!" Hugo exclaimed. "James, tell them I'm a fifth year."

"He's a Fifth year. And Britt is a fifth year so you can't pull 'no fifth years', Hugo can come."

"No gingers then!"

"Les, you're a ginger." Kim said.

"Shit." She cursed. " Damn freckles! Fine. He can come. If he lays low." Leslie said, glaring at Hugo. Hugo smiled sheepishly and nodded in approval before walking away. "Big goof." Leslie said in the most offensive tone she could muster, which was incredibly harsh at that moment.

"I think he's kinda cute." Britt said, watching him walk away with a sly grin on her face.

"No." James said, staring at her. "You're my seeker. If you get knocked up and can't play-"

"Who said she was going to get knocked up?" Leslie snapped at James. "Nobody said anything about them even getting together. She just implied that she thought he was cute-"

"And that's lust-"

"Don't interrupt me, Potter." Leslie said. "You should know by now that it gets you nowhere besides missing a week of your life."

James sighed, looked at the ground, and then looked up at her with a smile. "Will you marry me?"

"Uh…" Leslie screwed up her face and he smirked. "No."