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Name: Daniela Stephany Leon

Age: 13

Birthday: February 9

Body: not fat, but not thin. Has a wide waist. A36. Shoe size 9 (big feet). Jeans — 5. She doesn't have a lot of stomach at all, but some flab.

(Honestly, doesn't care all that much, but she does wish she could be thinner. It's not important for her, though. She "knows" she'll never be able to go out with anyone she likes, so she doesn't bother. What she's got is what she's stuck with.)

Personality: Almost always smiling and/or laughing. Likes to have a good time, but is terribly shy around new people and her crushes. Once used to people, though, she's a total blast. Her friends are who she lives for and she likes to keep her life very private.

School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

School Year: 4th

School House: Gryffindor

Crush: The Sex God of Gryffindor, Sirius Black

Other minor crushes: James Potter, Remus Lupin, Lucius Malfoy

Other: Since she's Muggle-born, she usually wears Muggle clothes (under robes for classes). She's very quiet and only shows her true self to her real friends. Lived in America for ten years, before having been accepted to Hogwarts and moving to London.

(As she lived in America, she is used to American terms, instead of British terms :) )

Daniela sighed as she bit her toast and grimaced in pain.

"You alright?" someone asked.

She turned to face her best friend, Samaraa Jones, walking towards her. Samaraa flipped back her long, black, sweeping hair and gazed at Daniela with her shocking blue eyes.

"Hey, Sam," Daniela murmured, looking down at my toast again.

Why on God's Green Earth couldn't I look like Samaraa?, Daniela desperately thought, She could be a Sex Goddess herself, if she wanted to. She could be in the same league as Mariah Lerner, Taylor Faighton, or Rebecca Sanders; but she decided to hang out with me instead. (Don't get me wrong... Samaraa doesn't care for commitment and has one night stands all the time.) But, she was beautiful with a good, slim figure and boys were always after her.

Sure, Samaraa had only dated three boys in her seven years at Hogwarts. At least she was like an older sister and could give Daniela advice when she needed it, as she'd already gone through (almost) everything Daniela was going through.

Samaraa was in her last and seventh year at Hogwarts... Just like Sirius Black, James Potter, and Remus Lupin. Daniela felt that she honestly had to give up hoping that one of them would notice her.

"So, what's wrong?" Samaraa insisted.

"Nothing. Just my wisdom teeth are growing out and my teeth hurt really badly sometimes," Daniela told her.

"Oh. Is it serious?" Samaraa asked. Daniela paused as she moved her bacon from side to side to side to side for about a minute.

"Nah, I'll have Madam Pomfrey give me a Pain Potion later on," she finally responded.

"What for?... Ahh, getting high, are we?" a male voice drawled behind her. She rolled her eyes and turned around to face him, expecting it to be Adrian Smith or someone else.

But definitely not James Potter and the Marauders.

"Uhhh..."

"No," Samaraa said scornfully. "She is not using it to get high, thank you very much."

"Just looking out for my fellow students," Potter sneered. Daniela felt her heart beating loudly in her chest.

Why did being talked to by James Potter make her feel this way? He was Potter. She knew he didn't give a single fuck about her. He fancied Lily Evans.

Daniela didn't talk to Evans (even though she's Muggle-born, too) because she's in the same year as Samaraa and THEY didn't talk. Daniela found that she had nothing to say to Evans, either because she's always a complete and perfect bossy bitch. Stupid Prefect and Head Girl, Daniela thought bitterly.

"Right, but I don't need neither your help nor your concern," Daniela said, quietly before she got up and left the Great Hall.

She honestly had no idea why she reacted like that. Samaraa always said that was her problem. She didn't let anyone who she didn't usually talk to to see the real, funny, sarcastic, melodramatic side of herself.

She fucked up. She screwed up.