Title: Not So Typical
Summary: My twist on the Harry Potter series if my OC was in it. She's just your typical aging, self conscious, boy-loving 11 year old!
A/N: Please R&R and just tell me if she's too Mary Sue-ish.
Disclaimer: Guess what? I OWN HARRY POTTER! Not.
It was just a normal day- depending on what you define 'normal'. I mean, do you define it as spending lunch with the minister for magic, then visiting your favourite 'aunt' in Azkaban?
I'm guessing you probably don't, unless you're a pureblood with a family of death eaters like me, who is on a nick-name basis with Cornelius Fudge (Corninny).
So back to the normal day- it was, well, normal. There were clouds in the sky and the sun was shining and, apart from my parents humiliating me in public (AGAIN), I was almost enjoying myself. Almost.
"Disgusting, filthy muggles", My father Satanas muttered. My mother Genesee tsked in agreement. I rolled my eyes-honestly- they were such drama queens! No, seriously. There was a spider in their bedroom once and Mum freaked out so much that we had to get St. Mungos Psychiatric unit to sedate her just to calm her down.
We were walking the streets of London, on our way to the Leaky Cauldron. My vanity-obsessed mother always insisted that we walked, claiming that it was important to maintain our figures by exercising regularly. Honestly, I don't know how the woman coped when she was pregnant with me!
Finally, after some unnecessarily loud muttering under breaths and some pissed off growling in the back of throats (courtesy of moi), we reached the famous pub.
As usual when we entered, conversation faded and people made some effort to talk to us and capture our attention. Our family was kind of a big deal.
"What can I get for you?" Tom, the bartender asked.
"Sorry Tom, no time to stop tonight" Mother said dismissively and he nodded, looking disappointed.
The three of us promptly left.
We sat down and ate dinner at some random fancy (translation: ridiculously expensive) restaurant and ate some exotic food (eg. Foi gras and pancreas), and I thanked God, or whoever the hell's looking over us, that I was a vegetarian.
Over dinner I constantly glanced over at my Mum. She was soooo skinny, but not just skin and bones or anything like that. She was gorgeous, just like all the women in my family (note: I am a GIRL not a WOMAN). She only ate half of what I was eating, and a third of what Dad was eating.
My Mum could easily be mistaken for a Veela - an African Veela that is. She had curly dark brown hair that hung down to her mid back and skin that always reminded me of dark chocolate. Her twinkling golden brown eyes were framed with long black eyelashes that curled up towards her well shaped black eyebrows. She was a little bit taller than my Dad at 170 cm and 25 cm taller than me.
My Dad was almost exactly the opposite. He had short deep Auburn dead straight hair and very pale skin with the occasional pale freckle that you really had to seek out to find. His eyes were the kind of hazel that was leaning more towards green. He wasn't that tall (164 cm) and in fact, in just a year I would probably be taller than him.
After dinner we apparated to our Mansion; Malymer Manor. My mum fussed over me and insisted that she smother my face in expensive products imported from overseas and Dad just rolled his eyes and muttered something like 'bloody woman'.
After I (finally) escaped from my prison of sea kelp and papaya I practically ran towards my wing of the manor. When I reached my room I threw my clothes on the ground and pulled on some pajamas. I then dived into my silver and purple themed king sized bed.
I raised my hands and clapped them twice and immediately my white ceiling spit apart to reveal a spectacular view of the stars. Because of my private astronomy lessons I could easily name all of the constellations by memory, but I was very tired so I just couldn't be bothered. At all.
All I could think about til I went to sleep was how beautiful the night sky looked.
I was kind of pretty-mainly because of my genetics (and my Mum constantly obsessing over vanity -a lot of the time over my vanity), but it would be a few years before I would be beautiful. Not to sound full of myself, but I was (am) very gifted with genetics; chocolate brown curly hair that frizzed when it dried (which I tamed by getting them professionally African braided) just above my shoulders that when braided with extensions (which they were) went down to my mid-back.
The one upside to having my (naturally curly) hair was having long (black) eyelashes which framed my dark hazel eyes and curled up towards my black well-shaped eyebrows.
I was also very tall for my age- which was strange because neither my Mother nor Father were particularly tall, and neither were any of their family. I guess I am just a freak of nature! Yay… (SARCASM)
I had a flat stomach and body due to exercise (another upside to exercise is my NONEXISTENT thighs).
Oh, and by the way, I'm also a vampire.
A/N: Thank you for reading, and please give me your feedback, because I really want to know what you think about my OC.
Just to let you know:
Her full name is: Valerie Beth Malymer.
The last name Malymer is a combination of alymer (meaning noble) and mal (meaning bad).
And her first name is Valerie because Malory Malymer sounded ridiculous and I'm obsessed with Glee and Santana and the song she sings in sectionals.
Genesee means beautiful valley and Satanas means Satan.
Valerie is a year older than Harry and a year younger than Fred and George.
So yeah. PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU THINK MY CHARACTER IS TOO MARY SUE-ISH!
Cledism is my religion.