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Okay, this is my first story since I came back onto and please just bear with me…if it sucks, just say it politely and tell me how I can improve it k? My first story was The Demon Witch: The Slytherin Princess, but I stopped that series after I realized it was VERY bad and I had EXTREME writer's block on it, so I'm trying again! Enjoy and Review!
Introduction
What Could The New Girl Do?
Here is the introduction! Underneath the Title, there will usually be a RECAP, but right now, the profile will just take up the space k?
Name: Raine Swiftwolf (goes by Wolf as last name)
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Appearance: You have a unique appearance compared to your twin sister. First off, you have soft silver hair, which seems to shine a purple color in some light and you also have piercing blue eyes. This pair is only set off by your nice tan and your big-chested, yet small frame. You take after your mother in your appearance, where your twin seems to take after your father.
When you were born, you were the first twin over your sister. What was odd, however, is that even though you have a twin, you look NOTHING alike! Of course, when you were 3 years old, your mother and father were killed for going against Voldemort's orders (they're Death Eaters). You and your sister were left with your father's family, who are very cruel to you, yet nice to your sister.
UR SISTER
Name: Hannah Swiftwolf (goes by Wolf as last name)
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Appearance: Hannah's appearance, compared to yours, is very different. She has short, shoulder-blade length, flaming red hair and very kind blue-green eyes. Like you, she is tan, but not as dark and her build is slightly bigger than yours, though you both have the same large chest. She takes after your father in your appearance, where you seem to take after your mother.
When she was born, she was born the younger twin. Of course, you both looked nothing alike, but were still twins nonetheless. When she was 3, she witnessed the killing of your mother and father by Voldemort himself, which left her scarred. When she went to live with you and your father's family, she was very quiet and it seemed like she changed from how she was before. Everyone in your father's family is nice to her, yet they are very mean to you.
You awoke to the annoying and continuous sound of your alarm clock in your ear. Slapping it off with a groan, you slowly let your eyes open and adjust to the change in light. Sitting up, you looked around the plain white room. It had a twin-sized bed, a chest of drawers, a closet, a desk with a white desktop on it, and a nightstand with an ugly lamp sitting atop it. You had to admit that the room was ugly, there was an orange and brown shag carpet on the floor and the walls were a very off white, almost yellow. You hated your room…it was a shit hole compared to your sister's room. She had a television, chest of drawers with a stereo on top of it, a desk with a desktop and a laptop on it, a nightstand with a cute little lamp on it, a double bed, and the floor was made out of new white carpeting. The walls were also a very white color; you were told that the room used to belong to your father when he was living here, but not anymore…now that he was dead.
Shaking your head, you slid out of bed, instantly regretting it because it was freezing outside of the covers. Shivering and hugging yourself, you moved toward the closet where you kept most of your things. You didn't like using the drawers because it seemed like there was something moldy growing on the bottom of each of the drawers and you didn't really care to find out what it was when it was on your clothing. Grabbing a pair of faded hip-huggers, you searched through random shirts until you found a plain black halter that you put on and admired your appearance over. Looking through the millions of shoes you owned, you finally chose some black wedges, which gave you 3 or 4 inches. Finishing off your look with a swipe of lip gloss over your lips, you grabbed a heavy red oak trunk that you had packed the night before. Dragging it out of the room, you stopped in the hallway and saw your sister also dragging her trunk out of her room. Her red, shoulder-blade length hair looked stringy and it was damp, indicating she had taken a shower earlier that morning. "Good morning Hannah!" you said with a smile as she shut her door and stared at her trunk with an exasperated look. She quickly looked up at you and smiled as well, "Morning Raine" she replied and shrugged her shoulders, "Do you think we will be able to get these down the stairs alone?" she asked as she stared at you in question with her green eyes. Shrugging your shoulders in reply, you looked down at your trunk, then down the hall at the stairs. This was going to be troublesome and you knew that if Hannah asked for help, she'd get it, but if you did…well…you'd be ignored.
You honestly didn't understand why your father's family hated you so much, they just did. In fact, there were a lot of people that hated you…that you knew of. Your Uncle on your mother's side hated you, which you didn't understand, and then everyone on your father's side has practically disowned you. You didn't even know what you did wrong! It made you so angry to have to deal with your family or friends because it seemed like they liked your sister better than you all the time. That was why you took your parents' death pretty hard, but you couldn't have imagined what it was like to see your parents die…like Hannah had. Many times since you had been living here, you had wondered if that was why your sister got more attention than you, because she had witnessed both their murders, then you figured out that the only reason your father's family hated you was because you looked like your mother. His family had nearly disowned him when he had married your mother, but the only reason they hated her was because she wasn't a Pureblood, like the rest of his family. Your mother was a half-demon, whose traits you showed on your body, where your sister did not.
Grabbing your trunk, you began to drag it down the hallway down the hallway toward the stairs. You had to admit it wasn't that hard to drag the trunk around, but it was pretty tedious. Lifting the trunk up with some difficulty, you carried it down the stairs and into the living room. Collapsing onto the couch, you suddenly heard a loud crash from the stairs and you knew that your sister had more than likely missed a step on her way down. Standing up, you moved toward the stairs and groaned as you saw your Aunt Cora and Uncle Forest standing over your sister. She had, in fact, fallen down the stairs…her trunk split open and its contents spilled all over the floor. As soon as they saw you, they frowned in disapproval. "Why weren't you helping your sister move her trunk?" your Aunt asked coldly and you frowned too. "I was moving my own stuff down, I was coming back to--" you were interrupted by your Uncle, who yelled out, "THAT'S your excuse for LETTING your sister get hurt?!?" Knowing you were never going to win, you shoved pass then and crouched by your sister.
She looked up at you with her sparkling green eyes and then said, "Raine, just forget about them, they're just worried." Of course, your sister spoke in a demonic tongue, one your mother had taught you, along with English, before she died. Sighing, you began to help your sister up as you replied, "Only this once sister. Cora and Forest have been giving me shit for too long now and I'm getting sick of it." Your sister nodded gravely, she knew how much it hurt you not to be loved, where she was. It killed her too…in fact; there was a lot that was eating her from the inside that you only knew about. Your parents' death being one of them.
As you both stood, you turned to your Aunt and Uncle with a smirk on your face. Shoving by them again, you walked into the living room and grabbed your trunk again. As you got outside, you pulled your trunk into the back of a sleek black Escalade. Hannah, your sister, and yourself had inherited a large fortune from your parents after they died, but you had to admit your family on both sides was pretty damn rich. Soon you sister joined you with her trunk and you helped her load it into the back as well. Climbing into the backseat with Hannah, you stared out the window, glad that you'd be getting away and you'd be in a new school. The only thought that bothered you one your way to the train station was…what could the new girl do?
