Never Saw Her Coming

Mystery Girl

(A/N: Well I was sitting around and this idea just kind of popped into my head. It's a lot different then my other story, but I absolutely love making my own characters. Please enjoy this one! And REVIEW. And as usual I don't own Harry Potter or any of the brands…but I own the new character and you'll have to read it to find out her name. This story is AU. Enjoy)

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"There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about" –Oscar Wilde

She walked across King's Cross station, having just passed through the invisible portal between platforms 9 and 10, with virtually no problems thanks to her parents, who had told her how to get to 9 and ¾. Her black Steve Madden open toe heels click clacking their way through the crowds of parents and children. She knew no one and no one knew her.

As she passed by each family, each individual took a second to glance at this new girl. She was used to people looking at her; they had been all her life. She was just taller than the average height for a 17 year old girl, with hair that hit the middle of her back. To describe her hair colour as dark brown would not do it justice, it was a chestnut colour with very subtle blond highlights thanks to those lazy summer days spent lying out in the sun beside her pool. Her hair was very finely layered and she had side swept bangs just long enough to cover one eye. Her eyes were a very light brown, almost like melted topaz and she had long eyelashes that were complimented by the black mascara she was wearing. Her skin was naturally tanned thanks to her half Portuguese background and she had perfectly straight teeth a reward for two years of being a brace face. She had thin pinkish lips that were accompanied by the only other makeup she was wearing, her glossy Kiehl's #1 lip balm.

She wore a simple white v neck t-shirt and a black high-waisted skirt and on her wrists she wore some neon bangles. She also wore a pair of tinted aviator sunglasses with electric blue frames. Behind her she dragged a massive and wheeled all black luggage case that was stuffed to the point of explosion.

She walked to the front of the train with a purpose, but still managed to remain calm. She looked determined in her eyes, but her lips were pouted into a look of worry and nervousness. She didn't even notice that by now all eyes were on her; she simply kept walking, looking straight ahead and taking in her new surroundings.

She pulled out her iPhone from the purple leather bag that was slung over her shoulder and checked the time. 10 minutes to 9 O'clock. She tossed the phone back into her bag.

She gracefully transcended from the platform onto the train before making her way down the long thin aisle. She found an empty compartment and hastily stuffed her huge all black luggage into the overhead.

She wanted to make new friends at Hogwarts, just not yet. She had gone places not knowing anyone before, so she knew exactly the way to make an entrance. She wanted to wait until people started to wonder who this new girl could be, before she outright told them. Keeping people in suspense was one of her specialties.

Suspense is easy when people hang on your every word.

Right now she just wanted to text some of her old friends. She reached into her bag to retrieve her iPhone once again, before putting her sunglasses into the bag.

She began to put the bag at her feet, but then picked it back up again and retrieved her black thick-rimmed Chanel glasses and put them on.

She looked at her phone to see the words "1 new text message."

She curiously opened it to find:

"Hey babes! How's England? Have fun at boarding school without me. We miss you here already. And don't do anything I wouldn't do. Xo Cayles."

She smiled to herself reminiscing over the amazing time she had with her best friend. Cayley and herself had played competitive volleyball together and had known each other since they were young; they had even gone to the same high school together back home in Toronto, Canada. They had been the ultimate in downtown schoolgirls; always skipping out on classes to go out for lunch at the most chic restaurants in the city, or even to just sit in Queen's Park and smoke endless packs of cigarettes in their school uniforms.

They went to a private Catholic all girls school in the downtown core, the best money could buy. Both of the girls achieved high marks despite the fact that they didn't let schooling take over their lives. They were the princesses of Toronto: they went to the best parties, met the hottest boys and had the nicest clothes.

But of course these clothes didn't really matter; the girls could pull off any fashions they wanted and still look fabulous.

Both girls were witches and the only witches that they had ever met in Toronto. When they had received letters at the age of 11 inviting them to attend a prestigious witchcraft and wizardry school in Toronto, both had declined and instead opted to take private magic lessons with the headmaster of said school. They loved their muggle schools and way of life too much to change it.

This was the first time the girls had been separated for more than a two weeks, Cayley was still living in Toronto and her partner in crime was sitting on the Hogwarts express after being forced to move to New York at the end of July.

She didn't want to move, but her parents had bought her a new hybrid car and told her that she could drive it back to Toronto whenever she came home to New York. As for her schooling, her parents had pulled a few strings and gotten her accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. It was supposed to be the best school for young witches and wizards, and her parents wanted only the best. She had met with the headmistress in the middle of August so that she could ensure that the girl would be Hogwarts material. Apparently she was, considering that she had flown from NYC to London and stayed in a hotel for a few days before arriving at King's Cross that morning. Now she was sitting on the train staring at her iPhone.

She used her fast typing skills to text her best friend a reply.

"England is amazing. Miss the T Dot though and you of course! And shouldn't I tell you the same thing. XxX"

She reached back into her bag and pulled out a pair of simple white headphones. She brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear and began to untangle her headphones.

Before she got the chance to put her headphones in her ears, the door to the compartment opened and a tall severe looking woman entered and looked at the witch sitting before her.

"So nice to see you again Miss Culyer", said Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you Professor, but please call me Kelsey. I'm not a big fan of last names", the girl responded politely.

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(A/N: To address a few concerns brought up by reviewers:
1. The 90's thing: Okay forgive me everyone, just pretend that this is taking place in 08.
2. Tech At Hogwarts: Did I ever say she was using her technology at Hogwarts...I said she was using it on the train.
3. Disrespect to McGonagall: I know not to talk to her like that, you know not to talk to her like that, but the new character doesn't know that, don't forget that she's only met the woman once before. And give McGonagall a chance to respond before thinking that she's going to let the new girl get away with talking to her like that.
4. Finally, Sorry about the brand name stuff, I'm going to edit some of it out of this chapter and it's not going to continue like this in every chapter; I just wanted people to get a feel for what Kelsey is like.

Thanks for reading. Please review! Even if you hate it. In my mind there is no such thing as bad press, well in this case reviews.)