This is a prequel to a story that we have not yet written
Chapter 1
The place wasn't grand, per say, but it had an air to it like the people inside was a victim to its fate
Or should she say the portraits inside? She grinned
As she walked along the halls a mischievous voice called out
"Oy, you what'cha doing?!"
"Wh- who was that?"
"Moi, master of the quiddtich field, minster of mischief, the late, why late? Always early, Fred Weasly."
"You, the one in the picture?"
"Why not, haven't you seen me before?"
"No."
"Are you a first year?"
"Maybe…"
"Huh, well th- wait is that a syltherin tie?"
"Yes."
"Are you a pureblood?"
"No sir, I am not."
"Are you a muggle born?"
No sir, I am not."
"Then what are you?"
"A half blood, sir."
"In syltherin?"
"The sorting Hat said I had ambition…"
"So you're in syltherin?"
"Yes sir."
"There's no need to call me sir."
"Are you sure s-Mr. Weasly?"
''Yes Miss…." He stared at her with a questioning look.
"Bobbinn, Opal Bobbinn"
"Alright Miss Bobbinn are you supposed to be somewhere?"
"Yes"
"Where?"
"Um"
"Where, miss Bobbinn"
"I forgot the way to my common room" she mumbled.
"There you are, little inquisitive first year I was looking for you! Whacha do- oh."
"What is it? Mr. Conner Perfect Prefect 6t year 'very much older and wiser and amazinger than me the ity bitty first year' guy."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fred I wouldn't want to interrupt your wickedly evil conversation with an innocent, naïve, little first year."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Conner for stalling your innocent, naïve, little first year from doing the righteous and altogether prat-like thing"
"I'm sorry, to interrupt your insult match but I'm still here. And I need to find my way back to my house's common room right now goodbye Mr. Fred nice talking to you. Mr. Conner take me back to my common room right now.
And that began opal bobbins Hogwarts's life (Also, her weekly talks with Mr. Fred. And constant ribbing of .)