No. 1: Jaws on the Floor
I was the new girl right? Yeah, expecting to blend in with the wall and not be recognized, well wrong. Two conditions: One, you're drop dead 'hot', (whatever the boys say, and blah, blah, blah), and you're a Metamorphmagus. Well that freakin' sucks.
Well, let me explain my full story. My name's Veronica Ahstrocia, love the name, but I'm not vain. I transferred from Italy, I think. (Ahh, my mom made me transfer because of some 'things.') Only real relative here is Oliver Wood, you know the Quidditch captain that seems to be obsessed with Quidditch? Well not really, okay I can't see him without a Quidditch plan, even at Christmas he was planning. And that's pretty much it.
Okay so I'm in team Gryffindor. So far, everything's cool. Then I came through the portrait and jaws where all on the floor. I could see some friends I'd made last time I was here. (Transferred from Hogwarts to Italy back to Hogwarts.) There was Harry, Hermione, twins, and the other weird kid. I sat down and listened to the convo.
"I can't believe the Twiwizard's Tournament is taking place here!" exclaimed Hermione.
"What is the Twiwizard's Tournament?" asked Harry.
"Oh Harry," I said, "A tournament with the three schools and student representing each other for the prize. A big over-sized cup!"
"Hayley," grinned George.
"A cup I thought it was a toilet. . ." muttered Fred.
It was nice to hear the twins humour then all the attention on me.
"Roni," smiled Harry, "They you are."
"Yeah, just came back from bathroom," she said, "Took me a little bit."
They all knew Roni, her nickname, was fun loving and a rebel. She took after George and Fred sometimes for her social butterfly spirit, Hermione for her studying, and a whole lot of other people for building her up. They started talking about what currently happened, for Roni had missed a whole year of school. Then the Twiwizard Tournament came up again. The other school would be coming and soon they would pick who would participate. Roni could see the grins on the twins' face already planning for the unexpected, for what she knew.
"So Roni, how was Italy?" asked Hermione.
"Grand, got to hex many midgets without getting in trouble," she smirked.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but managed to grin at the same time.
"Well anything else," she questioned further.
"Oh yeah, I locked someone in a closet, I saw Italians, and the Leaning Tower of Pisa."
"Anything else?" asked Harry.
"Yep, I missed you guys," concluded Roni.
"Well we ought to get going for dinner," Hermione said.
Harry and Roni eyed each other knowing how Hermione was the one that liked to be early and was obsessed with grades; she barely had time for a social life. They both got up, and then started a private chat among themselves as they tried to walk slowly to the Great Hall.
"Your hair grew longer," she commented touching the tips that were sticking up.
"So, your hair changes colour," he replied.
She smiled. It was nice to be back again.
They then made it about five minutes before the ceremony stated. They sat, and started talking again. George explained the new prank they were going to play on Ron, and she immediately called in. ("Hey, I'm right here!" he exclaimed. "Since when?" asked Roni.) Roni then told about the wizard with a grapefruit for a nose.
"Oh look, if it isn't Pothead, Assshit, and Mudblood," a cold voice sneered.
She rolled her eyes, and muttered, "Well if it isn't the dumb blond still able to walk this very world." The others gave a few snickers, but Malfoy gave the coldest glare. She looked his into his grey eyes, but knew he would back down.
"So Asshit, anything else you'd like to say?" asked Malfoy.
"Yeah, go die in a dark hole," she said.
"Why don't you make me, blood traitor?"
That's when she knew she had it and got up, ready to start a fight. Hermione and Harry grabbed her down.
"I'm loyal to my blood, kin, and you the piece of shit walking this very place," she sneered only loud enough for him to hear. She sat back down and listened to their conversation. Her mind still buzzed, Draco, erm, Malfoy and her used to be good friends, til' a talk about blood tore them apart. She then looked up for Dumbledore's speech and other information on the Twiwizard's Tournament. The announcement of no one under 17 could join was a disappointment for Fred and George and among others. Afterwards they all ate then went back to the Gryffindor dormitory. Right when Tori was talking to her friend Emilie, someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her aside.
"Hey," he said, and smiled.
She smiled back, "Hey Cedric."
"How's it going?"
"Good, you."
"Okay," he answered, "Just wondering. . . you still interested?"
"Ced," she said, "Actually no."
"Okay," he replied and kissed her on the forehead.
"Ahstrocia," she then heard and turned around.
Of course, she thought. Sorry git. About everyone else was rushing along, and then there was just me and Malfoy in the middle having a conversation. Her hair I bet was still the colour red, but I guessed a darker colour now.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Nothing just wanted to make a bet," he smirked, she hated that smirk.
"What?"
"Well let's say-"
"Hold it a second, let me tap that," she stopped him. He could see her with wand in hand and cross armed, but that trademark Weasley smile. Her hair was the shade of rose red and twilight black, but wait why would he look?
"What?" he asked after the moment.
"You get at least 20 girls to ask you out in two days," she smiled.
"Or?"
"You lose."
Of course, Roni was smart, he knew that. And her answers to questions were always answered with an obvious answer. They still stood in the hallway, which he was kind of amazed for having a conversation this long.
"Here's the penalty, you lose," he stopped, "You kiss me in front of the first task." Her eyes immediately turned large. Now that was a good enough penalty. She looked down and threw a curse word to the floor then looked up.
"I accept, but if you lose, you have to be all goody two shoes for a day, which means no hexing first years, calling Gryffindors stupid or any nonsense," she declared.
"Deal," he called and they shook on it.