There I was just sitting in a corner a normal girl wanting nothing more than to fit in and to be normal with a normal family and normal friends. Hi! I'm Scarlet and let me tell you how I got here.
This all started when my dad transferred to the ministry of magic in London so me and my mom had to move with him. Now I'm at my new house in london. It was a nice house, not as nice as my house in Canada but none the less it was nice. Before i moved to london i lived in yellowknife and went to school at durmstrang (I'm in my second year by the way). i really didnt fit in at durmstrang and was glad to get away. My father on the other hand was furious. He thought that Hogwarts was a goody-goody school that didnt teach enough dark-arts he thought about refusing the offer but since we were low on money my mom convinced him out of it. I, on the other hand rather enjoyed the prospect of a new school and a new beginning. If it wasn't for the fact that I was obviously going to be in slytherin, and be worshipped by all of them I would be overjoyed. Don't get me wrong I love a little attention once in a while but if your whole life people only judged you on what family you came from not on your personality you would want some actual friends too. Not just some kiss-ups. I had a couple days before I had to go to Hogwarts and I was clueless of what to do. My father suggested that I go see if the kids next door were nice but I knew they would hate me because my father was hated very much in this part of the world. Even though he was a descendent of Salazar Slytherin himself. I knew that if i was put into the slytherin house I would be stuck with all those Muggle-hating freaks who all adored me because of my descendents when all I really want to do is fit in with all those sweet understanding gryffindors that love everyone whether they be muggles, wizards or anything in between. The days past faster that I imagined they would. And the day that i would board the Hogwarts express loomed closer. Finally the day came when I would have to go get my school necessities and we made the trip to diagon alley. Diagon alley wasn't a place of glamour, but the smell, the sound and the mood of the place had hope written all over it. Her father suggested that I go and find some kids my age that I would fit in with but all the kids I passed that didn't look stuck up realized who I was and ignored me. Then finally I passed a girl that didn't apparently know who I was. I thought about going up and introducing myself to the girl around my age but I was afraid she might shun me like the rest of the non-slytherins. After a couple of minutes mustering up the courage to go up and talk to her but chickening out I finally told myself to grow up and go see her. The girl had long black which sat in neat braids below her shoulders and was sitting in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and eating some ice cream while reading a book that looked very thick. As I walked up to her and stood over her I saw her blink at the shadow apparently not expecting someone and look up blinking curiously she inquired kindly, "Hello, I don't believe I've seen you around here before. Are you new?" I blinked. Dammit I was so nervous I had forgotten how to speak. "Ummm..." I managed before breaking down into a fit of giggles. Once again my nervousness wins, I always giggle uncontrollably when I'm nervous. "What's wrong?" she asked, probably wondering whether I had escaped from St. Mungos mental department. "Sorry, sorry!" I gasped clutching my ribs, "i was trying to introduce myself but, as you can probably tell I'm quite nervous." " Well I'm Angelina" said the girl. "Cool I'm Scarlet" I said surprised that she wasn't ignoring me. "So how do you like Diagon alley so far?" Angelina asked kindly. "Oh, it's alright I have no idea where anything is and I need to buy all my school stuff." "Well I could show you around and help you buy all your stuff..." Angelina suggested. "Sure let's go!" I said surprised at how nice she was being. "So, have you met anyone else?" asked Angelina trying to make conversation. "No I only just got here and most people either hate me with all their heart or worship the ground I walk and quite frankly I don't want to be friends with any of those people." "Why? Who exactly are you?" Asked Angie. "Well I'm afraid if I tell you you might hate me." I said anxiously. "Oh what do you take me for, some kind of hypocrite?" "No, no it's just that... Well... I just..." I stuttered as she stared at me with those huge brown eyes, "Stop it, stop it, stop it! It feels like your eyes are staring into the very depth of my soul!" I finally cracked. She raised eyebrows as if to say 'go on then tell me'. "Fine! Well this is my story..." So I told her about my life my parents my ancestors and basically everything from my past. And the whole time she just sat there patiently looking sympathetic in all the right places and ooing and aaahing too. "...And that's my story." I sighed, relieved that was over. Then I suddenly became aware of her stare, her eyes wide with shock. "Say something... please." I squeaked desperately. "Well," She said in an awed voice, "There are a lot of things I could say but here is the one I think is most appropriate... I don't care." She said this so matter-of-factly that I thought I didn't hear right. "Excuse me?" "I don't care! You seem nice and that's all that matters, right?" "Right." I said. And off we went shopping and laughing until my dad came to find me. I could tell this was the beginning of the best friendship I'd ever had.