Name: Alison Taylor

Age: 16

Physical Appearance: She's 5'6', with medium brown hair and hazel eyes. Shes not fat, but she's not exactly a stick either. She's not a pretty girl by any means.

Other: Her Mom is a muggle, her Dad is a wizard. He died when Aly was 9 in a tragic baking accident. Her Dad was a great wizard, but so far none of his powers are really showing up in Aly. She has a great sense of humor and shes great fun to be around. Shes a little mischievous and doesn't like to follow rules.

Her little sister, who's starting her 2nd year at Hogwarts, is a tattle-tale. They don't get along so well.

AAAAAAND; GO!

"I'm taking the marijuana plant!" I screamed.

"What was that, sweety?" My mom stopped the car suddenly and turned around.

"Mom, watch out!" She turned back around as my sister yelled in my ear, warning my mom from driving into an oncoming truck.

"Oh, my. Why didn't you warn me?"

I sighed. I had begged Mom to let me take floo powder to the train station, but she doesn't trust the Magical World very much. Ever since Dad died...well...it had taken a lot of energy persuading Mom to even let me come to Hogwarts.

"Are we almost there yet?" Lydia complained.

"I'll tell you when were there, Lydia. You know how long this trip takes," Mom said, checking her hair in the mirror.

"We would have been there sooner if someone hadn't had to do their makeup and hair for an hour!" I glared at my mom through the rearview mirror.

"Sweety, what if there are hot wizards at the train station? I always have to watch out for a single man."

"...Mom. How many wizards do you really think wander onto Platform 9 and 3/4 looking for a single blonde woman with two kids?"

Silence.

"I'm guessing none. But that's no reason to give up hope!" Mom nearly missed hitting another car as it passed us.

"Al-ly," Lydia said in a sing-song voice. "Why are you bringing a marijuana plant to Hogwarts? Is it another of your plans to get a guy?"

I debated answering the question or hitting her. "You KNOW I just wanna smoke it in large amounts,"

She glared at me and answered the Quibbler. "Mom told you to stop joking about smoking illegal drugs,"

"But if I'm not really doing them, then who cares?"

She stuck her tongue out at me and hid herself behind the Quibbler.

"Say, isn't that Malfoy single? What's his name? Nucius? Frucus? Mucus?"

I burst out laughing. Mucus Malfoy? That's a good one.

"Its Lucius, and 1.) He's a Death Eater, 2.) He's not single and 3.) That would never work. No, no, no, Mom,"

"Oh.." She said, looking disappointed. "Well, I can dream, cant I?"

I sighed and settled down listening to my cd player.

Mom likes Lucius.. ? oO

"Allllllyyyyy!" I heard.

"What?...I'm sleeping."

"No, were there! Were at the train station!" I sat up quick, scaring Lydia and flinging her backward onto the floor. She got up slowly, rubbing her back.

"That hurt,"

"Sorry, Lyd.. I'm excited! Were here again! We're almost back to Hogwarts!"

"Yeah, but you don't have to hurt me!"

"I'm sorry. Here, Ill help you get your bags," I carried her and my bag toward the brick wall. I was always a bit nervous going through this wall, so I went at it at a run. I staggered through, falling sideways on top of an older boy.

"Oh...sorry...I'm so clumsy!"

"No, its fine. I can get it," I recognized this voice...it was Harry! Harry Potter! The man of my dreams! I mean, "cough" the uh... Okay, so maybe I liked him a little.

"How are you, Harry?" I asked eagerly.

"Same old. You know how summer is for me,"

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry,"

"Its okay," He finished picking up his bags and started to dust them off. An awkward moment of silence.

"So...I'll be seeing you later, then,"

"Yeah, later." He started off toward the train. I sighed. Ugh! He didnt even notice me...he probably doesn't even know my name. And he was a year older. What was I to do?

"Alison Taylorrrrrrrr!" My best friend, Abby, screamed. She leaped on me and shrieked again.

"Abby! I haven't seen you in so long! How are you?"

"I'm great! How about you?"

"Well, you know..." I shot her a look, then glanced at my Mom and sister, who had just come through the brick wall.

She giggled and grabbed my hand.

"Come on! We need to find a good compartment!"

"So how was your summer?" I asked, shifting my bag onto my other arm and following her onto the train.

"It was pretty good. How about yours?"

"Oy.. pretty boring."

We went through each of the compartments, looking for an empty one until we got to the last one, where of course, was seated Neville. (who else?) He was looking for his toad, Trevor.

"Neville, we were really wondering if we could have this compartment to ourselves...we have some important things to talk about. Please?" She batted her eyelashes, and he turned bright red. I chuckled. Abby was pretty. Really pretty. With long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she was pretty much the envy of the school. And she had curves in all the right places. I admit, I was jealous of her.

Neville gathered his belongings and left. Abby made a Yes! motion in the air with her fist and unloaded all of her stuff onto the seats.

"Ally," She said, getting out a makeup kit, "This is a year to remember. Were both sixteen. Almost 17. Almost women! And this is the year to...you know...look for guys,"

I giggled and she glared.

"Ally, you are NOT going to get a boyfriend if you giggle like that. It is not attractive. And this is not a laughing matter. I'm worried that no one will ever like you if you continue going around in this fashion."

"...um.. What fashion? I have no fashion."

"No, not clothing fashion, although you need help with that too. But I mean that, you aren't pretty. And if you ever want a boyfriend...you're going to need to use makeup. And hold yourself up straight. And also-"

She was cut off by the opening of the compartment door.

"Hey, guys!" Lydia and her little annoying friend, Sarah, came bouncing in the door. "Can we sit in here? Good," She said, without waiting for a reply.

"No, Lydia, we were talking. Cant you find another compartment?"

"No! All the other ones are full! And the train is going to start moving soon and Mom doesn't like me walking around while its moving... and besides, sis, I love you."

"...That is the biggest lie I've ever heard. You just want to listen to us talk. Go away!"

Lydia stuck her head out the window.

"Mom! Ally wont let me sit with her! And I'm not even doing anything wrong!"

My Moms voice drifted in the window, "Alison! You let Lydia sit with you and you be nice to her or I'm coming on that train and making you!"

"Mom, that's not fair!" I shrieked.

"It is fair! You be nice!" I looked out the window just in time to see her walking back through the brick wall.

Lydia turned back around and stuck her tongue out at me. "Nyah, nyah."

The way things are going now, it looks like this is going to be a long year.