WELCOME TO MY NEW FIC!

Now, before I begin, I wanted to basically tell you how this works. I've found a whole bunch of fantastic Muggleborn headcanons on Tumblr and have started writing one shots for them. Each chapter will be one or two, depending on the length, but I'll also write in the original headcanon if I still have/can find it. A lot of my stuff comes from Muggleborn-Headcanon on Tumblr, so go look them up.

IF YOU KNOW THE TUMBLR POST REFERENCED IN ANY OF THESE ONESHOTS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN CREDIT THEM PROPERLY. Thank you.

Disclaimer: The ideas presented in this fanfiction are not mine- they are from the imagination of others, and I have only borrowed them to create these stories. All names you don't recognize belong to me; all you do are property of J.K. Rowling.

Without further ado, here's your first oneshot!

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[Headcanon: What if a lonely first-year Muggleborn at Hogwarts got a Howler from her sibling that asked one question?]

Sarah was still trying to adjust to life at Hogwarts. So far, three months into the semester, she was doing all right, but she still missed her siblings terribly.

She sat in the Great Hall, eating her cereal slowly, picking at it, mostly. Her friends around her chatted brightly about everything, eating their way through the food in front of them. She was silent.

A rush of feathers overhead made everyone look up, Sarah included. She was expecting a letter, and there was definitely going to be a reply today.

Sure enough, her owl Janey flew down from the sky and landed securely on the table in front of her. Everyone fell silent as they saw what she was carrying.

"What did you do?" Teresa asked in a hushed whisper as she saw the bright red envelope clutched in Janey's talons.

"Nothing," Sarah asked innocently. "Why?" She reached out and undid the ties. As soon as the red envelope was undone, Janey took flight again.

"That's a Howler," Garret said solemnly. "They yell their message for everyone to hear. They're mostly used for parents to yell at their kids that have done something wrong."

Sarah scooted back in her seat, eyeing the Howler nervously.

"It's best to just open it," Teresa said kindly. "Get it over with quickly."

She took a deep breath and opened the envelope, wincing as it unfolded into the shape of a mouth. Instead of shouting at her, though, the voice of her older brother Alex shouted: "WHAT TEAM?"

From all across the hall, various other voices shouted, "WILDCATS!"

Sarah joined in, eyes wide and pleasantly surprised. Other Muggleborns looked around for the source of the well-known cheer; upon seeing her and the Howler dissolving into ash, they grinned and waved at her. Sarah waved back, smiling a bit more with each person.

"What was that about?" Teresa asked. She was a Pure-Blood, Sarah remembered. Smiling broader with every passing second, she began to explain.

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[Headcanon: James Potter's biggest hecklers at his Quidditch games were none other than his best friends.]

{Note: this isn't strictly a Muggleborn headcanon, but one that I thought could be absolutely hilarious.}

"POTTER, ARE YOU TRYING TO FLY OR FALL?"

Wisteria jumped in her seat and turned around to glare at the three boys behind her. Sirius Black gave her a devilish grin and finished, "I'VE SEEN FLOBBERWORMS DO BETTER THAN YOU ARE!"

James Potter, soaring past, made a very rude gesture. Raucous laughter from behind her made her jump again. She tried to return to her book, but it was almost impossible.

"OI, POTTER!"

She jumped and slammed her book closed, whirling in her seat to give them her best evil eye. Remus smiled somewhat apologetically.

"I'VE GOT TEN GALLEONS SAYS THAT YOU FALL OFF YOUR BROOM IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES. MAKE ME RICH, EH?"

"F*** YOU, BLACK!" Potter roared as he shot past again.

She sighed wearily and looked at the game again. Other hecklers shouted at the teams, but none were quite so brazen as the Marauders behind her.

"YOU SHOULD LOSE THE GLASSES, POTTER- MAYBE YOU'D SEE THE SNITCH EASIER!" Pettigrew called from behind her. She didn't even flinch, that time, just left it alone.

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO FIND THE SNITCH, POTTER, NOT STARE AT THE CLOUDS ALL DAY!"

Wisteria sighed out heavily and dropped her head into her hands. She wouldn't be able to focus on her book at all, would she?

"OI, POTTER!"

Nope.