It had already started to rain once they got to the Platform. Each girl held a black umbrella in one hand and controlled their luggage trolleys in the other hand. A woman named Ambria-Jane followed behind them, holding a large, Mary Poppins-esque bag in her right hand.

"Capricia, Christina," she called, "Would you wait for me?"

"Sorry, Ambria-Jane." the older one, Capricia, said in her Scottish accent. Of course, she liked to be called Capri, or Caprice.

"Your mother told me to look after the two of you."

"Of course she did," Christina said, "You're our nanny."

"Mrs. Venizelos wouldn't be very happy with me if I lost you." Ambria-Jane rambled on.

Caprice interjected, "We're getting onto the train anyways."

Ambria-Jane gave Caprice a chastising look, "Capricia."

Caprice shrugged and looked for any of her friends. She and her sister were very close; however, they were in different years and different Houses. They didn't hang out much at school or even on the train. Caprice was a sixth year Gryffindor while her sister was a fourth year Slytherin. Anyone would have guessed from their names that they were twins, but their looks would have deceived that.

Christi took much after their mother with beautiful Italian features. She had an olive skin tone. She looked like a very typical Italian woman, aside from her bright green eyes and straight, light brown hair. Her facial features were delicately sculpted and beautiful. She had plump lips and a very curvy body. Anyone who saw her would guess she was definitely a full Italian woman.

They'd be wrong.

Caprice much like their Greek father. Her eyes were prominent, almond-shaped and had a slight oriental cut to them. Her face was pointed beautifully and proportioned well. She was short, but still taller that Christi-for now. She was tanner than Christi, but didn't have so much of the olive tint to her skin. She was skinny in most places except her chest, and was lean from athletics. Some could say she was goddess-like.

Their attitudes were very different as well.

While they were both loud, Christi was much more Italian. She was visually colorful, verbally colorful and definitely had a temper. She was artistic, very vocal, and very generous and welcoming. However, she could at times be obnoxious, exaggerated, pretentious, and superficial. She was artistic, vocal.

Caprice was generally a loving, passionate girl. She was very carefree, which got her into trouble often. She was unorganized, stubborn and had a great pride. She could be egotistical but was very respectful to others at the same time. Caprice was sporty and very fit. She was mocked for playing Muggle sports.

They definitely didn't take their powers for granted. Magical powers? No, they took those for granted all the time. They take their extra powers for granted. Their Veela powers.

Yes, these girls were Veela. On both their maternal and paternal sides as well. Their mother had one half Veela, and their father had one half Veela. This made them one half Veela, one half human. Both parents came from pureblood families (and Veelas). They were cultural (Greek and Italian), magical Veelas.

This made it difficult for them to have friendships with males. The entire males saw was their beauty and sexual appeal. Males were attracted to them in a lustful way. Luckily, if one of their friendships was true, the Veela part of the girls would be masked to the guy's eyes. They didn't have the same affect on girls, luckily, but girls got jealous of all the male attention a Caprice of Christi would get. They both had true friends though.

"Caprice!" they heard. Alicia Spinnet, a Gryffindor in the same year as Caprice, was rushing over to her. Caprice shared a dormitory with Alicia and also with Patricia Stimpson and Angelina Johnson. They were all some of Caprice's true friends, along with Fred, George and Lee Jordan. They were good enough friends with Caprice to see through her Veela part.

"Hey, Alicia. You know my sister, and Ambria-Jane."

"Hello, it's nice to see you." Alicia smiled, "C'mon, Caprice. We have a good compartment already!"

"Alright, I'll be right there," she turned to Christi and Ambria-Jane, "Alright, Ambria-Jane. Love you; I'll see you over the winter holidays."

"Goodbye, child. Remember, it's your responsibility to look after Christina."

"Well it's hard when she's in Slytherin." Caprice muttered loudly.

"Capricia!" Ambria-Jane reprimanded.

"Sorry, sorry," she shrugged, picking up her trunk, "I'll look after her the best I can. Goodbye!"

As she walked to the entrance of the train, two boys showed up on either side of her and put their arms around her shoulders. "Need help with those?" one of them asked.

"Thank you, Fred." Caprice smiled at him, "Thank you very much."

"Oy!" he grunted once discovering its full weight, "What's in here? Dead bodies?"

Caprice shrugged, "Could be."

"She's doing to make an army of Inferi with them, I suspect." George said.

"Could be. Have you turned into a Dark wizard?"

"Technically, dear-mistaken-Brother, she would be a Dark witch."

Caprice laughed at the two's usual banters. They walked onto the train and the boys led her to the compartment Alicia was talking about. It was in the near back and one of the widest compartments. Alicia, Angelina, Patricia and Lee Jordan were already in there. They-including Caprice and the twins-all made up the most looked up to group of sixth year Gryffindor students.

"Hello, love!" Angelina greeted Caprice happily.

"Watch out for her, everyone. She's turned Dark." Fred said, placing her trunk on the rack above them.

Patricia stood up and took Caprice's shoulders, "What's gotten into you?" she shouted, shaking her, "Come back to the good side, Caprice! Come back!"

Caprice laughed and smoothed her long, black, spiraled hair. "He's joking. He thinks I have a dead body in my suitcase and I'm gonna make an Inferi out of it."

"Do you?" Lee Jordan asked.

"No! Of course not!" she exclaimed, seating herself next to Angelina.

"So, since Wood isn't here anymore," Angelina turned to Caprice, "And I am Captain, I'm selecting you as Keeper."

Caprice squealed, "Thank you so much, Angelina!"

"You aren't taking too many classes this year, are you?" she asked.

"I'm not sure."

"Haven't you opened your OWL results?" Fred asked. Caprice shook her head and pulled the folded envelope from her back pocket of her Muggle jeans. It looked like it had gone through a lot of wear. It had creases from Caprice folding it all over. It looked like it had been crumpled, and one side, at the top, it had a small slit as if Caprice ripped it to open it, but stopped.

"I haven't gotten the courage."

"Well, we'll do it for you." George offered.

"Yeah, Capri. You have to open them sometime." Patricia said.

"I know, I know… I'm just worried." she said, biting her lip, "What if I didn't get good grades on the things I was supposed to?"

"Like what?"

"I'm supposed to be a Healer when I get out of Hogwarts is what my dad said. So what if I didn't get an O on Potions like Snape requires? What is I didn't get at least an E on Herbology like Sprout requires? What if I didn't get an E in Transfiguration like McGonagall requires? What if-" she was cut off by Fred's hand covering her mouth.

"Hush, m'dear. You probably got O's on everything and the professors will think you're too smart to even be in school, and they'll send you off to Healer training straight away." Caprice sighed through her nose aggregately and Fred removed his hand, "Open them."

She shrugged and tore them open, her eyes sealed closed. She held the paper up, unfolded it and still had her eyes shut.

"Open your bloody eyes." Alicia said, looking at the grades over her shoulder, "You got good grades!"

Caprice opened her eyes and gasped, "Oh my gosh! I did!" she squealed, "I got O's in all the things I was supposed to!"

"What about the other things?" Lee Jordan asked.

"Well first, what other things are there?" Angelina inquired.

"Well as you know, the classes I had in third year-Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense, Herbology, Astrology, History of Magic, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures-I have stuck with them all throughout the two years since third year. I took all my OWLS on all of them last year, and felt terrible about every single one."

"Yes, I remember you wailing about it." George teased.

Caprice ignored him, "Well, I got O's on the required things for Healing-"

"Which ones are those again?" Patricia asked, yawning.

"Potions, Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration and Defense. Well, I got at least an Excellent on all of them, Excellent in Care of Magical Creatures-"

"Of course. Hagrid is a softie." Angelina pointed out.

"-And in Arithmancy because I rock at mathematics. In Astrology I got a Terrible because I have vision problems, and in History of Magic I got a Poor because it was about things in Britain, and I don't care for History of Magic in Britain."

Alicia laughed, "Isn't funny how she makes up excused for her bad performances in Astrology and History of Magic."

"I have vision problems, and I just got them fixed this summer." she said stubbornly, sticking to her story no matter what.

"Well what classes are you deciding to take?" Patricia asked.

"The mandatory ones, of course. Maybe Arithmancy."

"The less classes you take, the more free periods you have each day." Fred pointed out.

"What did you get, Fred?" Caprice asked, suddenly curious.

"We only got OWLS that counted in three subjects. Herbology, Charms and Care of Magical Creatures." George said.

"Well, I think you should discuss with McGonagall to take more classes like on the ones you didn't pass." Caprice suggested.

They shrugged, "We like the idea of so many free periods."

"I don't think she'll even allow you to have only three classes a day!"

"Well we can do the Apparition class too." he said.

"That's not even every day," Patricia pointed out.

Caprice shrugged at them, "If that's what you want. I just think it would be better for you to take at least four classes a day. Maybe five."

"Oh, alright, we'll ask." Fred groaned.

George nodded, "But we're only taking the easy ones. You know, but no Potions."

"I didn't expect it." Caprice laughed.

"Besides," Lee Jordan said, "Snape would rather die than have you two back in his class."

"Snape would rather go to Azkaban than have them back." Angelina said.

"So who do you think's gonna be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year?" Alicia asked.

"I don't know… Lupin was the best though." Angelina sighed. They all agreed.

"I heard an Auror is gonna be teaching us." Patricia said, "That's what my dad said, anyway."

They all shrugged and Caprice said, "I just hope he teaches us as good as Lupin."

XXX

However, in the Slytherin compartments things weren't so friendly.

"Back off, Malfoy!" Christi hissed.

"I'm not doing anything." Draco smirked.

"You are. You're hitting on me." Christi accused. It was true. He was flirting with her, calling her 'love'. He was making her boil.

"Well I'm not doing anything wrong." he shrugged.

"You are," Christi disagreed, "You're hitting on me!"

"That's wrong?"

She nodded, "Absolutely!" Sometimes she hated being part-Veela. She really liked Draco Malfoy. She had since their second year when they got paired together in Transfiguration and he made their teacup a bunny, then gave it to her. Of course, McGonagall wouldn't let her walk out of the classroom with what was supposed to be a teacup, so she couldn't keep it.

At any rate, she had a gigantic crush on Draco Malfoy, but he only liked her because of what she was. She knew he wouldn't even notice her if she wasn't part-Veela. Caprice-who was the only one who knew about her crush-disagreed. Caprice said that Christi was a very noticeable, very beautiful young lady. Christi had then said she sounded like their mother.

So that was two things Caprice knew that Christi's friends didn't. Christi hadn't told her friends she was a Veela either. She was pretty sure Caprice hadn't either. Friends didn't know, only family. However, Christi guessed if word got out that either one of them was Veela, anyone with enough common sense would know the other sister was also.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy!" Christi hissed, walking into the compartment containing her friends, and slid the door shut in his face. He peaked in through the blinds, and she lowered them swiftly and sat next to Millicent Bulstrode. Across from Christi sat Pansy Parkinson. Pansy sat between Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis.

"You know, I would definitely die to go out with Draco." Pansy drawled, her pug-like face scrunched up.

"Well, I have my reasons." Christi huffed.

"Like what?" Daphne, a sweet, harmless girl from Ireland, asked, fiddling with her long black hair that contrasted against her ashen skin.

Christi contemplated telling them. She wanted someone besides Caprice to know about her secrets. Of course, not the Veela secret. She didn't wanna tell anybody about that in fear of what they might do.

Christi shrugged and let it out, "I have a huge crush on him."

"Since when?" Millicent, in all her large, scary bulkiness, asked, alarmed.

"Since second year," she said, "When he played his game on me in class." She told them about the rabbit and they all thought it was cute.

"Aww, how sweet!" Tracey, a blonde haired doe-eyed witch with an attitude, wailed, "Why don't you just go out with him?"

"Well, he's so concerned about blood status. I don't want anything to do with someone so conceited about that kind of stuff." Christi lied expertly. She had been saving that one.

"Well you're pureblood. It wouldn't matter!" Pansy pointed out.

Christi shook her head, "But what about friends I have who aren't pureblood? What if our future I have muggle-born friends whom he dislikes? What if he doesn't allow me to see anyone who isn't of good blood?"

"He wouldn't do that." Pansy denied it.

"Wouldn't he?" Christi raised her eyebrows, "What with his father, how… Dark they are, I'm surprised he talks to half the people in our school."

"People can change."

Christi shook her head, "Well what about how vain he is? I couldn't live with him!"

Pansy repeated, "People change!"

"I don't know. Like I said, his family is pretty Dark. I don't think I would like to marry into that."

Pansy argued with that, too, "You don't know they're Dark. It's just an opinion!"

Christi shrugged, "And they don't seem nice."

They couldn't argue with that, not even Pansy.

Thank you so much for reading! Now, let it be said that all characters in this story (this chapter, at least) are original characters except for Capricia Venizelos, Christina Venizelos and Ambria-Jane. Yes, even Patricia Stimpson (George mentions she had a breakdown in their OWL year), Daphne Greengrass (real sister of Astoria Greengrass-future wife of Draco), and Tracey Davis (her name was on the classlist draft JK Rowling showed on a Harry Potter and Me interview, but she was never actually written about).

Let it be known that Christina is Latin, meaning 'believer'.

Capricia is Italian, and means 'impulsive; ruled by whim'.