AN: Hey all, this is my first harry potter fanfic, so pumped! I really wanted to try out something new. Tell me what you think!
It was around one in the afternoon, and Hannah and Scarlet were still pasted out laying about Hannah's room. They had their annual back to hell (school) bash the night before. They were both supposed to be entering their Senior year of their muggle boarding school in London, but this year they were going to be entering new territory.
You see, Hannah and Scarlet weren't only cousins but both sqibs, and are also part veela. Most magical family's are not usually accepting of sqibs. For example Scarlet's father flat out disowned her when she showed no magical powers, in return she was sent to her aunts house to live.
Scarlet and Hannah were connected, in so many different levels, it would be hard for any outsider to glimpse inside their to the lack of acceptance, they resented and despised the wizarding world. The girls did however embrace their veela heritage. They were absolutely beautiful, long slender legs, curves and tucks where needed, and their faces were flawless. At the age of fourteen they were offered modeling contracts while shopping in France. By the ages of sixteen, they were the it girls of Paris, Milan, and their own London. Other than that, they were typical teenagers, smart ass's with ranging hormones. They had just turned eighteen, and returned from the annual Victoria's Secret fashion show. And were to have the best year ever in school, when they got an invitation.
Dear Miss Williams, and Miss Rossi
As headmaster of Hogwarts, School of witchcraft and Wizardry, I Professor Dumbledore has extended an invitation to be apart of the Muggle Understanding Project. This project is made to help our future generations coexist between worlds. And to do this we still need to be precautious of muggle's finding out about the wizarding world. Though I know you both are not complete muggles, I think you will make a huge contribution to this project. As well as to also help others like yourself.
Please take this offer into consideration.
"Hell no! "help others like yourself" complete bull! Prejudice I say!" Scarlet sat down on one of the kitchen chairs in her aunts house.
"At least say the name, squib. Not so hard. Like I give a damn what they call me." Hannah went back to eating her cereal.
"Now, Now." Mrs. Williams said while reading over the letter. She herself was full veela, and like her daughter, incredibly beautiful, and looked about the same age as the two girls.
In that moment Hannah's little sister Amber, came down stairs, still in her pajamas, "Did my Hogwarts letter….oh your both home?" She threw a crude smile over her sister and cousin. Amber was "blessed" as she calls it with magic, and was now starting her fourth year.
"Oh look who it is, the bitch, oops sorry, I ment to say witch. My bad cuz! Not." Scarlet gave a huge grin to Hannah, and mumbled the last part into her ear.
"Just got back early this morning, should have saw it Ber, the airport was packed of paparazzi! Shoot sorry, I bet you have no clue what I'm talking about."
"Oh please, you should be ashamed of yourselves. Prancing around in your underwear for "cameras".
Scarlet laughed, "Yeah, its called Victoria's secret, of course you wouldn't have the balls to do it. Your flat as a board, and have a face of a rat."
"Enough all of you!" Their mom screamed. "now you two are going to this wither you like it or not. This tiff with the three of you is example of the situation Dumbledore was talking about." both Scarlet and Hannah jumped up in protest but was silenced with a hand.
"Now, I'm going to write back to him, telling him you're going."
That's how they ended up going to the one place they despised. Today was now the day before they left for complete hell, and were completely hung-over. They were startled awoken by Amber crashing their door open.
"Hey alcoholics! We're going to Diagon Alley to get school supplies, Mum says you're going or no Chanel Winter Collection? Whatever the bloody hell that means."
Slowly the girls started to get dressed, dreading shopping for the first time of their lives.