Naomi was absentmindedly flipping through a thick book. Downstairs her parents were watching a trashy reality show and the sound was distracting her. Normally she'd be wearing headphones, but all she wanted was some damn peace and quiet. She needed it too: Anna Karenina was not written for eleven year old kids. The sight was almost funny, if it weren't for the expression on her face. Under any other circumstances Naomi would have still have been studious in some way, but growing up poor (by the standards of a not so poor country) meant she had to compensate in some way. Her parents had tried everything and eventually gotten discouraged. Dad could no longer work after an accident and mom's education only got her a shitty job in a factory two towns over. Fine, her older brother was just lazy (like most fourteen year olds), but the rest of her family showed her that life was far removed from fair. Her response to that was trying anything at all just so she wouldn't end up where she started. The doorbell rang. Did her brother forget his keys again?
Filius Flitwick looked around the muggle street. The houses looked worse than he'd expected of such a small village. For muggleborn students Dumbledore liked to send the person most likely to be their head of house. If this girl could get the grades she did in this environment she was probably a Ravenclaw, Filius knew. A woman with a tired look on her face and a cigarette hanging from her lips opened the door; "Mrs. Lewis?" A nod. "I'm here with regard to your daughter's education, may I come in?"
Filius Flitwick knew how to dress like a muggle, but his stature meant people stared nonetheless. But this time he himself felt the need to stare at someone. Something seemed off about the balding man lying on the couch. The professor realised what it was just when the lady offered him a cup of tea ("We don't buy milk though."). Alongside the smoke the air was clouded with tired depression.
When mom told Naomi someone was visiting to offer her a place at a prestigious high school she hid her nerves expertly and followed suit. She had applied to some, but whenever they met her parents they became very reluctant to give her a chance. She introduced herself to the man sitting at the kitchen table and sat down next to her mother. Dad was having a bad day and hadn't moved an inch away from his couch. Naomi hoped never to inherit the bloody thing.
"I must warn you that Hogwarts is not the average school," the man who had introduced himself as professor Flitwick noted. "Do you remember anything extraordinary happening to you, or because of you? Something you could never explain?" Welp, that would be a list of things she'd rather keep secret. She eventually gave the man some examples, but glossed over her more... useful skills. When the man told her she was a witch she wasn't even surprised, till mom started berating the man for offending her little girl."Mom..." The one thing that got mom in trouble was being too protective. "MOM!" When mom finally quieted down Naomi calmly continued: "I think the man's right about that. Release his shirt, would you?"