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Disclaimer: Um, J.K. Rowling, ever heard of her? Lady who made a million dollars off of Harry Potter? Yeah, this is hers.
"I'm so done with this," I say under my breath. A few students are looking at me strangely. And I don't blame them, considering I am talking to myself. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (aka my prison). As if I need one more burden, I am in Slytherin. My whole family has been in Gryffindor. And when I am describing the house in my letter to my mom I will use words like "cunning" and "ambition," but we all know what it really means for me to be in Slytherin. It means I've disappointed my mother. Again. She probably won't even read my letter, seeing that she's probably on the couch eating two tons of ice cream and watching "Friends" reruns because my dad divorced her. That's what I don't like about my mom- she's weak. Weak and naïve. Naïve enough to think that after all these years, my dad would accept us when she told him we were magical. Weak and naïve and wrong.
My name is Adara Shane. Most people call me Addie. My mom says she named me Adara because it means beautiful, but I think her real daughter got mixed up at the hospital because I am no where near beautiful. I have mousy brown wavy hair, gray eyes, and a nose that has its own zip code. And, as you can see, my personality is basically this: sarcastic. My first class is potions. Oh boy, oh boy.
As I walk in, I feel eyes on me. Probably because they've never seen me before considering I moved here in the middle of sixth year. I quietly take my place next to the other Slytherins, and make no move to make contact with any of them. I turn my head to The House I Could Have Been In If I Wasn't Such A Failure. There is the famous Harry Potter and his slightly less famous friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They are laughing and smiling. Whoop dee doo. I am partly in a bad mood because it took me twenty freaking minutes to find this classroom. Seriously why are the moving staircases necessary? Normal staircases would be fine.
An extremely thin man walks (well actually, sulks) into the classroom. He has long, greasy black hair to his chin and frown lines etched into his face. He is thin lipped and his eyes are black and empty. He wears a black, flowing robe, black pants, and black shoes. And guess what color his shirt is? You guessed it. Black.
"Students," he says coldly, and everyone is quiet except for one Slytherin student at the front of the room, but the teacher doesn't seem to mind. The boy has short blond hair, from what I can see. "Open to page 234," the teacher says. I flip through the potions book until I find the page. It is headed "Everlasting Elixirs." I could recite these in my sleep.
"Now," the Professor says. "What would you get if you mixed peppermint and snake scales?" Hermione Granger's hand shoots up. "Anyone?" he asks. I slowly raise my hand. "Yes," the professor says. "The new student. Ms. Shane."
"Uh, well," I start. "Peppermint is calming, and snake scales are silencing. So it would most likely make a sleep potion."
"Very good Ms. Shane," the professor says. "Twenty points to Slytherin." The Slytherins cheer and look back at me, smiling. Maybe I could do this. The blond haired boy sticks his tongue out at the Gryffindors.
"Hey, the new girl can do something," he says, and smirks. He insults other houses, and he insults his own. I have already decided that I do not like this boy.