A/N: I had a rather good idea for a story, hope you like! I don't know where this will go, but hopefully somewhere. Reviews?
Rose's POV
This isn't all bad, right?
Wrong. So fucking wrong.
I looked into the mirror at my hair to find it resembling a bird's nest, made from auburn colored locks. My pale blue eyes lit up in rage. I had woken up to find it like this, and almost nearly screeched so loud I could have shattered every window in the entire school of Hogwarts.
My hair had never been a problem before; then again, this year was a lot different. I hadn't ever really cared much for looks, but I was fifteen going on sixteen, and I had never had a boy friend. It was completely sad. So the one year I decide to try and look decent this happens. Forgive me for wanting to strangle myself.
"LILY!" I screamed for my younger cousin who was a third year, and also my dorm buddy, surprisingly. A few minutes later her petite form appeared in my door way, along with the famous fiery red hair. I was so glad that I didn't inherit it from my father.
"What is it Rose?" she gave a yawn, I could tell she wanted to go back to sleep.
"THIS IS IT!" I pointed at my frizzy hair, nearly crying. She went back to the room and returned with a tiny pink straightner.
"This is how mere mortals do it, the muggle way to keep your due to two," I gave her a confused look.
"Two inches high, I was trying to rhyme, just forget it," she rolled her eyes, "Can I go back to bed now?" I nodded at her, not wasting the slightest bit of time before getting to work on my hair.
When I was done I admired my work, my long auburn hair stopped just below my bust. I smiled, deciding to apply some mascara and lip gloss. I woke lily up and we put on our robes and ran down to the great hall, hopefully still able to get some breakfast before first class.
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I sat in the great hall, talking to my cousin James. He was a big know it all, arrogant boy who thought he could get every girl in Hogwarts. It didn't help that he could. He was going on and on about this week's quiditch match against slytherin, and how he was going to whoop Albus, his brother, also the only potter in slytherin.
I looked over to find Albus sitting with Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy, but everyone called him Scor. Scor was convienitly appropriate for him, if you know what I mean. I wonder whose clever mind helped him out with that one.
His platinum blonde hair fell just below his eyebrows, and he had a pair of smoky grey eyes. Most girls swooned over him, but I wasn't like them. I had decency and respect for myself. Unlike them, to say the least. He noticed me eyeing him and smirked. I gave him a look of disgust and turned back to James.
"What the heck is his problem?" I spoke to James angrily.
"Whose?" James seemed annoyed at me interrupting his story.
"Malfoy!" I acted like it was obvious.
"Does he need a reason?" he shook his head, turning to talk to someone else, seeing as I barely ever listened to what he was saying.
I got up and walked out, heading to my first class, potions with slytherin, fun. I was halfway down the hall when someone grabbed me by the wrist forcefully and pulled me into the closet.
What the hell?
