She pushed her long, icy blonde hair back from her face; the one feature she shared with her cousin Fleur Delacour. Unlike Fleur, she had rich cinnamon eyes ringed with black and ashy-grey flicks, surrounded by thick black lashes that never needed to be touched by mascare. Her smooth, pale skin was unblemished and always had been seince her birth sixteen years before to the very day. The only thing she hated about her body was that she had no breasts at all and wasn't allowed to cast a spell to give herself the D-cup she knew she was meant to have.
Celeste, as she must now be known, stood up, smoothing down her crips deep blue robes and walking over to her beautiful and wise black cat, Thomasina. "Oh, Tommie, whatever am I to do?" she asked mournfully.
"You can't do anything, Tina," said Thomasina, purring at her mistress. For that was Celeste's biggest secret - wherever she went, she had a talking companion! "You just have to go to Hoggwarts and smile and remember that you're a princess."
"And you'll be there with me?" Celeste asked, stroking her best friend.
"Of course, but I won't be able to talk in case they take me away from you!"
Celeste sqeezed her kitty tightly. "I promise, I'll never let that happen!"
Three Days Later
Celeste had said good bey to her mother and father, the King and Queen, and was waiting on the platform that all of the British people called "Nine and three Quarters". What a stupid name that is, she thought to herself. She didn't want to get on the train alone, but there was no one there with here.
Eventually, though, she had to board the huge red train, unused to dragging heavy cases of clothing and equipment. Normally she had a servant to do it for her. Tomasina trotted along at her heels.
She finaly got on the train, and tryed to find a compertmant. There was one with two boys anda girl in whom looked to be her age or maybe just in the same year. "Hullo, I'm Celeste and this is my cat Tommie," she said. "Who are you lot?"
"I'm Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter," said Harry Potter.
"Wow, cool!" said Celeste. "Who are they?" She pointed at the freckly red boy and the bushy girl.
"I'm Hermione Granger, but you can call me Mia," said the girl. "This is Ron. He has loads of brothers and a sister called Ginne who is in the year below us. What year are you in?"
"I don't know, but I would be in sixth year now if I hadn't moved from Beaubaxtons."
"That means your in the same year as us!" said Harry with a grin. "What house are you in?"
"I don't know yet, what houses are there at Hoggwarts?"
"There's Gryffendor, which is the house we're in. Thats for brave, smart people. Hufflepuff people are slow but very loyal. Ravenclaws are the smartest of all. Slytherins are all evil. You don't want to be in Slytherin," Harry told her. Just then the door burst open and a thin blonde boy with starling grey eyes came in. "What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry shouted angrily.
"Just making sure you're not bothering this pretty girl," Malfoy sneered at Harry.
"GET OUT, MALFOY!" Mia and Ron shouted at him. Malfoy shrugged and walked out again.
"Who was that?" asked Celeste.
"That was Draco Malfoy. He's a git in Slytherin. Now you see why you want to be in Gryffendor with us," said Ron smiling at her.
Celeste sat back in her seat and thought about Draco for the rest of the journey to school, sometimes answerring questions that the others asked her.