A/n: An idea!
Up To No Good
Introduction
"Amanda Bennett! Why did you blow up the girls' room? Again?" asked Headmistress Renalski.
"It was an accident!" I implored. "I was testing this new—"
Renalski cut me off. "That is UNACCEPTABLE! Accident or no accident."
"What's the punishment this time, Andrea?" I asked.
"You will refer to me as Headmistress Renalski or nothing! I will contact your parents, but you are in so much trouble!"
She left me on the chair before going into the next room to call my parents. Sheesh. I thought me being here enough gave me the right to call her by her first name. She never minded before.
My name is Amanda Persephone Bennett. I am fourteen years old and I attend Salem's Magical Academy in Salem, Massachusetts. Ever since my first year, I have been causing trouble. I love pulling pranks. No one really understands my need to cause trouble, so I don't really have any close friends. Everyone gets a laugh out of my pranks, though.
I have brown, straight but layered hair, down to my collarbone. I have hazel eyes. I don't look extraordinary. I'm actually pretty average. But, with magic, I look way different. I use Glamour Charms to have emerald green eyes with a smaller nose and awesome hair. I wish I was a Metamorphmagus; it would be much easier to change how I look. The Glamours fade in my sleep.
I like to wear skinny jeans and band tee's and fingerless gloves and black nail polish and eyeliner just to freak everyone out.
I'm a Muggle-born. My parents thought my letter was a joke until the Headmistress came to talk to us. It was pretty funny when they got my first owl home. Even funnier when they got my first disciplinary notice. I was practically on the floor when they first took the Floo. They both blew chunks. Twice.
Andrea...I mean, Headmistress Renalski...came back, my parents in tow. My parents looked so disappointed.
"Doe..." sighed my mother.
"Now, Mister and Missus Bennett, because of your daughter's prior history of destruction in the facility, I'm afraid Amanda Bennett has been expelled from Salem's Magical Academy."
My father glared at me and my mother sighed. I flipped out.
"What the fuck? I have locked the teachers inside their private quarters, accidentally, mind you. I was experimenting with a Locking Charm, and I messed it up. I explained this. I have converted the floor in the unoccupied west corridor to a swamp, experimenting with my potions ingredients. It got out of control; I already explained this. I got five months worth of detention for those. And now, you're expelling me for accidentally blowing up a bathroom? What the hell?"
"Miss Bennett, I would appreciate if you didn't take that tone of voice with me," scolded Andrea.
"Actually, because I've been expelled, I don't have to do anything you say, Andrea. I have a final prank ready for the school and I plan on carrying it through."
I left an hour later after covering all the walls with moss and added trees. Also, beware of the monkeys. I also added some invisible pits of quicksand that would take you down to the floor below. I think I saw Roger Roland get stuck in one of those, which made my day.
Once we got home, dad blew a gasket.
"I can't believe you got expelled! You went one step too far. Where will we send you now?"
"Honey, I heard about this school in England called Hogwarts. They have a really high tolerance policy..."
"We have to move to England?" my father roared.
"I don't want to," I said stubbornly. I didn't do anything wrong. It was an accident!
"No, I don't think we have to move. I'll contact your former Headmistress and see if she can provide us with a Floo address."
"Amanda Persephone, if you get expelled from this school, we are removing you from the magical community and snapping your wand," said my father.
I didn't say anything; I know when to shut up. I also didn't mention that they couldn't do that because the Ministry, American or British, monitors underage wizards. Especially Muggle-borns. I read up on the British Ministry and they are really racist against Muggle-borns. Their laws really favor pure-bloods. We scarcely use the word Mudblood. It's seen as social suicide to even say it out loud. I got my parents robes as a present one time, and they are used to the magical world. Maybe I can pass as a pure-blood.
Chapter One
It's September 1st of my fifth year, four o'clock in the fucking morning here, nine o'clock there. There as in England. The Headmistress talked to some people, so we're going to Floo to some family in England called the Weasley's. Well, I'm going to Floo. My parents are still mad at me. I don't even want to go. I guess it's better to at least learn something that might possibly be useful.
The Weasley's have seven kids! And only ONE girl! I feel so bad for her! The two oldest are out of Warthogs. Bill and Charlie I think. Percy is next. He's a stuck up bastard and if he says anything snarky to me, I will cut him. Then it's the terrible twins, whom I will get along with swimmingly, Fred and George, as they will understand my pranking needs, as they are fellow pranksters. Then it's Ron. And Ginny. Poor girl. And they went to Egypt that summer. I heard Percy almost got locked in a tomb by Fred and George.
I heard Ron's best friend was Harry Potter. I think I heard of him once in passing. He defeated some Evil Dark Dude with some unknown magic when he was a baby. He lost his parents and now everyone looks at him like he's Jesus fucking Christ. I won't treat him any different. He should get used to it.
So, I had all my crap and I Floo-ed to the Burrow. I was greeted with masses of red hair.
So, I feel so bad for Mrs. Weasley because she gave birth to SEVEN kids. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley must really get it on while their kids are away.
"Hello, dear," said Mrs. Weasley with her British accent and warm smile. "Welcome to our home."
"Thank you so much, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, for letting me Floo here."
"It's no trouble, Amanda," said Mr. Weasley. "Come, we're about to take the Knight Bus."
I said okay, though I had no idea what the Knight Bus was. The twins came up to me, and I smirked. Awesome.
"Fred. George. How nice to meet you."
"I'm Fred. Nice to—" started Fred.
"—meet you—"
"—too," they finished.
"That is fucking awesome," I said.
"So," said George, slinging an arm around my shoulder after I had shouldered my Nightmare Before Christmas purse and he shouldered my duffel bag. Fred grabbed my trunk. "What is a little American doing all the way over in England?"
"Got expelled from Salem. Blew up one bathroom too much. I think they're still dealing with my 'going away present'." I tried to suppress my indignant pout. I didn't want to be here! All these Brits talk funny, and I miss the normalness of America.
They laughed and looked impressed. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," said Fred.
There was a big purple bus at the edge of the property. Everyone was piling in. I handed the dude my sickles and plopped down between Fred and George.
"So, what year are you in?" I asked one of them.
"Fifth," they said in unison.
"Ditto."
"What?" asked...George I think.
"What?" I asked.
"What is...ditto?"
"Ditto means, 'me too'. You'll have to get used to my Americanisms."
"I'm pretty up to date with my Americanisms," bragged Ron from behind me.
I turned around and nodded my head to him. "Sup."
I laughed at his confused face. Everyone got on board and the bus started up.
This was the most annoying and fun ride ever! Everyone was flying around and fell on everyone else.
"This is so much fun!" I shouted. Ron looked at me angrily and Ginny looked green.
"You've never been on the Knight Bus?" asked Fred as he landed on Percy. Percy humphed and pushed him off.
"No. In America, it's much less fun. They have magical subways going everywhere."
"Subway?"
"You know, those underground trains that stop every two miles?"
"The tube, you mean."
"No. I mean the subway."
The bus stopped abruptly and I placed a quick wandless Cushioning Charm on the front of the bus as everyone went flying toward it.
"No magic outside of Hogwarts! You all know that!" scolded Molly as she picked herself off the floor.
"Our wands are in our trunks. You said to put them there so we wouldn't do magic outside of school," piped Ginny.
"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley," I said softly.
Mrs. Weasley turned to me and her eyes softened. "It's okay, dear. You didn't know. Just put your wand away until you get to Hogwarts."
"My wand is in my trunk, Mrs. Weasley."
She looked confused. "Then how did you do it?"
"Wandless magic. I'm sorry. In America, you can use simple wandless magic outside of school and—"
"Wandless? Oh, come now, dear. No one does wandless magic."
I sighed and levitated Ginny, who was still on the floor, to her feet.
Everyone looked I just kicked them in the balls. Mrs. Weasley tried to keep it moving to make my wandless magic less conspicuous, but no avail.
"They don't teach wandless here?" I asked Fred...or George.
"No. Everyone thought it was a myth."
"You've done accidental magic, right? So why would wandless be any different? You just try to control it."
The twins looked at each other. "Will you teach us?"
"Sure. But, for one small price."
"Of course. Name it, Mandy."
I winced. "Two, then. My name is not Mandy. It's Amanda or Doe. Second...how can I tell which one of you is Fred and which one of you is George?"
They looked at each other once before sighing.
"I'm Fred," said the one to her right. "That's George. That's just it. You have to look at us and just...know."
"Don't move," I said, and they stood rigidly. I looked at George, who was on my left, to Fred, who was on my right. Already, I could see Fred was a little taller. Less than half an inch, so barely, but still a little bit taller than his twin. George might have more freckles across his nose, but it wasn't that noticeable. I looked at Fred and he smirked at me. Butterflies jumped in my stomach. I looked at George to see the same smirk. No butterflies. I guess that's how I would know.
"Carry on, boys."
XXXXXXXXXX
So, right now, I'm staring at a wall that Mrs. Weasley is encouraging me to run through. I have to run at a wall and expect not to hit it?
"Come on, Doe," said George. "Close your eyes and pretend it's not even there."
I snorted. "Sure," I said sarcastically.
Suddenly, hands were covering my eyes and I felt my cart be pulled from under my fingers. I felt someone gently steer me towards the barrier before they pulled their hands off. Before I could look behind me, I was shoved.
I fell through the wall and onto a different station with a huge red train dubbed, The Hogwarts Express.
I turned around and came face to wheels with my cart as it hit me.
"Ow, ow, fuckity ow!" I cursed before casting a wandless Episky at my nose.
I saw Fred come through next. His eyes widened as he saw the blood under my nose.
"Did we hit you with your trolley?" asked Fred. I nodded. He shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry."
"S'alright," I mumbled.
George came through had enough sense to look guilty. They took my trunk and loaded it onto the train for me.
"Come sit with us," Fred and George said in unison.
I followed them into a compartment. They said they're hellos before they started introducing me.
"This is Lee. Lee, Amanda. She's a transfer student from the States."
"Hullo," said Lee, giving me a small salute. He was dark skinned with dreads.
"And the rest pretty much make up the Quidditch team. Angelina, chaser," Fred indicated a pretty dark-skinned girl with braided hair, "Alicia, chaser," George gestured to a dark-skinned girl with long brown hair, "and Katie, chaser." Katie was a brunette with her hair pulled back into a high pony-tail. "Then, the most important players, the Beaters. Us." They bowed and I rolled my eyes. "Then, our fearless leader, and Keeper, Oliver Wood."
"Hullo," said Oliver with a Scottish accent. He was a cutie!
I sat at the end of the bench, next to Fred. He draped an arm over the back of the bench.
"So, what house do you think you'll be sorted into?" asked Lee.
"House?"
"There are four houses you could possibly be sorted into in Hogwarts," explained Alicia.
"Sorted?"
"You try on a magic talking hat," explained Oliver. "Some of the Houses hate each other, though."
"I would like the unbiased short version, please and thank you."
"First, the Gryffindors." There was a short cheer in the compartment, so I assumed they were all Gryffindors. "Brave and courageous."
"Those are synonyms."
"Hush. Then it's the Ravenclaws. Bloody brilliant. Hufflepuffs, loyal. Slytherins, cunning and tricky."
"Slytherin for me, then," I shrugged.
They all looked cross-eyed at me.
"What?"
"Dark wizards, in Slytherin," whispered Katie.
I snorted. "I'm sure that's just a stereotype. I'm sure if you guys," I pointed at the twins, "weren't die-hard Gryffindors and didn't believe in that old stereotype, you would be in Slytherin. I'm a prankster, that's where I'll go."
"Well, it could be beneficial to have an ickle spy with the snakes," said George absentmindedly.
"Is there a rule or something that Slytherins can't associate with the Gryffs?" I asked.
"No, but the snakes hate us. Rivalries, yeah?"
"So I can still sit with you guys at meals, right?"
"Yeah, but the snakes will bite your head off," warned Oliver.
"So? I'm your 'ickle spy'. And, I think the snakes could lighten up a little. I'll make friends all around, so I might sit at Ravennerds, and Pufflelosers too. Not just the Gryffindorks or the Snaken-whatevers." I came up with those names on the spot. If I would be here for a while, might as well make myself laugh. I was really trying to enjoy it here. Really, I was.
"You're odd," said Angelina.
I was about to respond when the air got cold and the lights turned off. Everything got gloomy and cold and my heart pounded rapidly. The train stopped. Fred's arm fell off the back of the bench and around my shoulders. My heart was thumping so hard, I was surprised no one else could hear it. I put my arm around him shakily and looked up at him.
"What's happening?" I whispered.
"I dunno," he whispered back.
Suddenly, I starting feeling like shit. Like...nothing good would ever happen again. I started remembering when I got expelled from Salem, when I fell down the well when I was six and was stuck there for two days, when I got hit by a car, when my grandpa died.
Then, I saw a mangled black hand come to open the compartment, and I knew what it was. A dementor! I learned the Patronus Charm with a wand last year, but I didn't know if I could do it wandlessly.
The dementor opened the compartment and I stood on wobbly legs.
"Expecto Patronum!" I shouted, thinking of the first and last prank I pulled at Salem and Roger Roland falling down my sand trap. A vulture shot out of my hand and screeched at the dementor. The dementor glided away and my Patronus followed it.
That took a lot out of me and sat back down, shivering, sweating.
"Bloody hell, Doe, are you okay?" asked George.
"No. I've never done that wandlessly and I feel like the epitome of shit."
Angelina pulled out some chocolate and broke us all a piece. Fred was holding me as tight to him as possible as I shivered uncontrollably. When I ate the chocolate, warmth started encompassing me and my hands stopped shaking so much. I cast a few simple diagnostic charms and I just needed to rest to replenish my magical core.
"Better?" asked Fred softly, nibbling on his corner of chocolate.
"Yeah. Shit, that wasn't fun. I haven't faced a dementor in a year. Let alone do a Patronus wandlessly!"
"Yeah, about that," started Lee. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT?"
"Wandless is practiced in the States. I could teach you, it's not that hard. It's like accidental. I'm wondering why your government doesn't teach it. Maybe it's because it's hard to trace and some people don't have the magical capacity for it anyway. So...when's dinner?"
XXXXXXXXXX
Once we got off the train, I was met with some old lady with green robes, glasses at the very edge of her nose, with a pointy hat.
"Ms. Bennett, if you could follow me?"
"Who are you?" I asked, not moving.
She glowered. "I am Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall. Now, if you please, follow me."
I whistled softly. Someone rammed a stick up her butt.
I followed her, but not before a teary goodbye from the twins, claiming my life would be lost and McGonagall would eat me.
"Now, this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she started. "This will be your home for the duration of the school year. Depending on what House you are sorted into determines where exactly you will stay."
"Question," I interrupted. "If I'm sorted into Snaken-whatevers, can I still sit with the Pufflelosers and the Ravennerds during meals?" The pinched looked on her face made me bubble with glee and apprehension. Glee because my nicknames had bothered someone. I liked bothering adults; it lets me see what buttons I can and can't press. Really, it tells me a lot about them without ever asking. Apprehension because this lady was scary.
"Yes," she said between clenched teeth. "If you are sorted into Slytherin, you may still sit with the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws at meal times. However, it is not a common practice."
"Awesome."
She continued to go over the House point system and all the classes I would take.
"Now, I know it is commonly practiced in America, but wandless magic is but a myth here. I would prefer that no one knows about your magic abilities until it is necessary."
"Well, the Weasley's know," I shrugged, not mentioning Lee and the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"Well, I'd prefer if it stayed that way. The Ministry has no way of tracking wandless, so you will be able to magic outside of Hogwarts, but it is preferable if you didn't."
"Whatever," I said nonchalantly.
McGonagall pursed her lips. This teacher doesn't like disrespect. She led me in front of a group of eleven year-olds.
"You will be the first to be sorted, but until then, you will stay here."
"With the midgets? Come on, Professor!"
"Ms. Bennett, please refrain from calling the first years midgets! Be respectful within the walls of Hogwarts."
"Who names a school Warthogs anyway?"
"Ms. Bennett, if you please!"
I shut my mouth and grumbled. She definitely didn't like disrespect. I'm going to try toning down on that around her. The first years behind me were going on about having to slay to a Basilisk or something.
"For Merlin's sake, all you have to do is try on a magic talking hat!" I yelled, frustrated.
McGonagall came back and took everyone down in between two of the tables, where everyone was there, so everyone could stare at us. Awesome.
Of course, everyone is staring at me because, a) I'm older than everyone walking behind me and b) I'm the only one wearing black laced up boots to my knee, fingerless gloves, and black eye liner.
"Now, we have a transfer student from America. Amanda Bennett, please step forward to be sorted."
I walked up to the stool and they placed an old hat on my head.
Ah, from America, eh? Not my first, of course. Now, where to put you...You are loyal, but Hufflepuff is not where to put you. You are brilliant, but Ravenclaw is not the right choice. A prankster, eh? Better be...SLYTHERIN!
I smiled and walked off the platform. I glance at the Weasley twins, and they winked at me.
I walk down the table, looking for a place to sit. I find a stuck up blond kid. He's younger than me, by two years, at least. He's wedged between an ugly brunette and a large dope.
I smirk and walk behind the blonde dude and the ugly girl.
"Excuse me," I say, and step in between them and wedge myself into the seat.
"What's your problem?" asked the girl in a nasal voice. I want to cut her.
"I didn't know this seat was taken. I'm allowed to sit anywhere I want, aren't I?"
She looked affronted. "Do you even know who I am?"
"No, and nor do I care."
"I'm Pansy Parkinson," she smirked, as if I would immediately get up and apologize.
"And I'm Amanda Bennett. Nice to meet you. Now get lost." I saw the aghast look on her face and figured she didn't like not being the center of attention. Or having her looks insulted. Or me taking her boy-toy away.
I turned to the boy and recoiled. He must have at least four to five pounds of gel in his hair.
"Draco Malfoy," he smirked. Also, had no idea who he was.
"Don't know you."
"You should get to know me."
"If you were older, I would. But I'm no cradle-robber," I lied. He's obviously influential, so I don't want him to immediately know I hate his existence.
I see the doors to the Great Hall open, and I see McGonagall with Harry Potter and a bushy haired girl.
So, the Headmaster stands up. If he gained a hundred pounds, he would be Santa.
"Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you come befuddled by our excellent feast. As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business. They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises—or even Invisibility Cloaks. It is not in the nature of a dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the dementors.
"On a happier note, I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Barely anyone clapped. "As to our second new appointment...well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his placed will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties.
"Well, I think that's everything of importance. Now, let the feast begin!"
The plates and cups filled with mountains of food. I took a sip of my drink and grimaced. Pumpkin juice. Why do all the Brits like this? I banished the contents of my drink by pouring it on the floor and summoned some Coke into my goblet. I served myself some fried chicken, some cheesy broccoli, some mashed potatoes, and some ketchup.
I looked up at the Gryff table to see Fred and George waving me over. I laughed and gave them a really? look. They nodded.
I stood up with my plate and my cup.
"Where are you going?" hissed Ugly.
"Go away, Ugly. Bye, Malfoy."
I started walking towards the Gryffs, and everyone stopped talking and started at me.
At the Ravennerd table, I turned to look at everyone.
"Whatcha looking at?" I growled. "Eat your food and stop staring. Or take a picture; it lasts longer!" Hate being stared at!
I plopped myself in between the twins, clonked my plate down and proceeded to eat.
"So, how are the snakes?" asked Fred.
"Well, I met Ugly over there, and Dragon Malfoy. I'm playing nice with him so he doesn't destroy me. Pretty boring, actually. How are the Gryffs?"
"Good."
"Good, now shut your face so I can eat."
George laughed and Fred looked affronted.
"Hey, why is a snake sitting here?" asked some second year.
"Piss off." Hey, don't judge. He was rude first.
"So," started Oliver, "will you ever sit with the snakes?"
"Unless I find one minus the venom, nope."
"Do you play Quidditch?"
"Keeper," I responded. He beamed.
"Me too! Oh, are you going to try out of the Slytherin Quidditch team?"
"Nah, don't like them too much."
"Maybe...I'd have to check, but..."
"Oliver?" I questioned.
"I don't think it's an actual rule that people from a certain house have to play for that house. You could be a universal reserve Keeper, so if any Keeper, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, or Gryffindor, get injured and can't play, you could. Maybe."
"Sweet. Who should I talk to?"
"You should talk to Snape, and I'll talk to McGonagall. Tomorrow, after lessons?"
"Snape?"
"You're Head of House. Up there, with the black hair, nose the size of Britain, and beady black eyes that stare daggers at everyone..."
I looked up and saw Snape immediately. He had shoulder length black hair that was in dire need of a cut. He had a large nose, but a normally large nose. He looked...normal. But the way Oliver spoke about him...it was like he was the most horrible person.
I didn't say anything but when Snape caught my eye, I smiled at him. He looked taken aback for a quick second before smiling briefly. It was more like a half-smile, but it was better than the scowl he was wearing now.
Santa stood and everyone shut up.
"Now that we have food in our bellies, it is now that time again to sing our Hogwarts School Song!"
He waved his wand and ribbons appeared and spelled out the words.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,
Or young with scabby knees.
Our heads could do with filling
With interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff.
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."
Fred, George, and I all ended last, big smiles on our faces, to the tune of a funeral march.
"Now, off to bed with you! Prefects, please lead our new first years to their new commons. However, may our one and only transfer student please stay behind to speak with her Head of House. Thank you, and may your dreams take you to a world you can only dream of!"
Fred and George hugged me, before Angelina, Lee, Alicia, and Katie waved good-bye. Oliver hugged me before warning me to be careful with the "dungeon bat".
I walked towards Snape. Everyone seemed to hate him, so I might as well be nice and respectful. I shuddered. Only with him.
"Professor," I said politely, bowing my head.
"Ms. Bennett," he greeted. "Follow me."
I did so. We went down a secluded corridor and he started asking me questions.
"Are your parents wizards?"
"No, I'm a Muggle-born." When he paused, I continued. "They are, however, aware of the magical world and own wizard robes. I'm aware of how prejudice the Ministry is against Muggle-borns, so I will pretend I'm a pure-blood with parents who enjoy living as Muggles."
"Good. You are the first openly Muggle-born student in Slytherin, so I must caution you. Many people in this house are prejudice bigots who support the Dark Lord. I'm sure you've heard of him." I nodded. "There are a few good ones, however. I suggest speaking with Taylor Zabini. She is in your year, so in your dormitory. She will show no prejudice to you."
I nodded. "Thank you, sir."
"Now, about discipline. While you are my student, I will not take points. However, if you do something, whether it is disrespect, or exploding a lavatory, you will wish I take points. You will have a detention with me, dissecting and doing inventory of the most disgusting potion ingredients I can lay my hands on. If another teacher gives you a detention, you will have an additional detention with me. If a teacher takes points, you will have a detention with me.
"Your grades are a different story. If your grades fall below an Acceptable level, you will be assigned a tutor from your year that is at the top of the class. If you do not pull your grades up, it will result in the loss of privileges, like visits to the Hogsmeade village. Your parents have already owled me your form."
We stopped at a wall.
"This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. The castle is confusing. The staircases move, the walls speak. Why there is no map yet, I don't know, because all first years are lost and late every day the first month. People will help you.
"The password is purity."
The wall slid open to reveal a living area with a green hue. Green lamps littered the dungeon-like room with green couches. Dark wood floors were polished and spot free. The atmosphere was cold.
"This is your common area. This is where you will stay after curfew, which is eleven. On this bulletin board," he pointed, "will be the password each month. Forget it, and it will be the last time; sleeping out here is no fun. You can, however, find me either in my classroom, or behind the door at the end of my classroom, my private quarters. If you knock, and I do not answer, do not enter.
"Other things may be posted up there; the time of study sessions, Quidditch practices—"
"Oh, yes, sorry, I wanted to talk to you about that. If I'm correct, all the teams already have Keepers." Snape nodded. "I would like to be a universal reserve Keeper. Perhaps we can starts a universal reserve team, for injured players. No matter what House is injured, Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, a Slytherin or a Gryffindor, any person can play for whatever house. Just for funsies."
Snape pursed his lips. "Perhaps, Ms. Bennett. I will owl you if and when the decision is made. Now, to bed."
"Professor, if I may, I have some serious jet lag. It's six o'clock at night to me, not eleven. Is there something I can take...?"
"Yes, wait a second," he said.
He held up his hand and closed his eyes. With a pop, a potion vial appeared in his hand.
"You can do wandless, too?" I whispered, shocked. I summoned the vial wandlessly into my hands. I drank it quickly.
"Yes. Do not advertise this, for it will make you a target. Only use it in great need."
"I'm sorry, Professor, but I used it today in front of some friends of mine. The dementor was on the train, and I used the Patronus wandlessly. It was the first time I had done it without a wand, so thank Merlin that Angelina had some chocolate or I would have been in some serious business."
The Professor scowled. "That was a serious risk, Ms. Bennett. Against a dementor is understandable, but a Patronus is difficult enough, with or without a wand. Never try a new spell wandlessly without practicing it in a controlled environment. If there is a new spell you would like to work on, let me know."
"Thank you, sir. Where is my dorm?"
"Up those stairs on the right. Pleasant dreams, Ms. Bennett."
"Amanda."
"If you wish, Amanda."
"Sleep tight, Professor."
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"Hi, I'm Amanda," I said softly when I arrived in my room. I shared it with three other girls.
"Hullo," said said a short girl with very short dark hair. "I'm Taylor Zabini. Pleased to meet you, Amanda."
"You too," I said kindly.
"Hi, I'm Josie," said a girl with long black hair.
"Sup."
She didn't even look up again.
"Alison Nott is always out pass curfew. She'll be here later."
"Okay. Do you mind if use the bathroom?"
"What?"
"The loo."
"Why are you asking? Just go."
I went in with my wand and removed my make-up. I picked at my hair and decided I wanted to change the color.
"Taylor, pick a color!"
"I don't know, red!"
"Ginger red, or red red?"
"Red red! Gryffindor red."
Red it is. I softly murmured the spell I had come to love and sure enough, my hair was an awesome red.
I walked out and thanked Taylor. She looked up and gasped.
"That's wicked! How did you manage that?"
"My natural hair color is brown, so I got bored. Glamours are my friend."
"Wicked brilliant!"
"Indubitably."
I found my bed, which wasn't hard; it had my truck at the foot, and my duffel on it. I pulled out my pyjamas and changed quickly.
As I lay under my covers, dreams starting to whisk me away, I thought, This is the most eventful day since I've been expelled. I'm gonna love it here.
A/n: I know a lot of information went into this, but this was just introducing Amanda and her first day at Hogwarts. So...BLAH. Well, I hope you like it.
And no, she is not coming on to Snape. He will become an important part of her life...and so will the Twins, and Taylor, and other people, but I can't tell you! So you're going to have to read.
I'm currently going un-Beta'd so if you find something, review and tell me, or just say, "Hey, you need a Beta? HERE I AM! PICK ME!"
Oh, speaking of reviewing, those are nice. I enjoy those. They tell me what my readers think, not just my older sister and twin brother. They're kinda mean and my sister is a Harry Potter freak, so she was going on about how Ron never rode the Knight Bus until book 5. Well, I'm the author, Malorie! This is my Fan FICTION, and here, I'm God. So RAWR.
I apologize to all of you who actually read this. I feel pitiful.
Anyway, about those reviews...I'm hungry. For something that starts with Re and ends with views.
Sorry, I've been rambling long enough. So review.
Pleasant dreams/day, from wherever you are,
Meg (the most awesomest person in the city of...Flargenfraggle. You didn't think I'd actually tell you, did you?)