Ok so I was watching Beauty and the Beast the other night because it was the only thing on TV and I love that movie while watching it I got an idea for this story. You will notice some similarities. Also a side note for my story Hermione's Discovery I have really bad writers block right now.

Lucius sat in his study it had been a year after the war and he was terribly bored. He had escaped Azkaban but at a price... he was now under house arrest. He couldn't move past the front gate. In his family he got the hardest punishment. Since then his wife had left him and his son had moved into a small flat. He was completely alone and bitter. All he had was a mirror he enchanted to see whatever he wanted. The only way to get out of his house arrest early was to accept a muggle and have them accept him in return how on earth could he do that when he wasn't allowed to leave the grounds. Not like he could ever accept a muggle into his life. It was a sunny fall day the leaves were just starting to change from green to reds, oranges, and yellows. He sighed before drinking the rest of his whiskey.

"Dad, did we really have to move here?" The young brunette said stepping out of the car.

"Yes Spence we did," The older man said looking at his eighteen year old daughter as she stared blankly at the house. Spencer was 5'5" to 6' depending on what gas station she was in, but when she got measured before she left she was about 5'7". She was skinny had long brown hair, and bright green eyes. They had just got off the air plane from California so she was in sweats, a baggy tee and a sweater.

"Remind me again why?"

"My work sent me here, and it was either you come with me or go live with your mother."

"Right," She nodded. There was no way she was going to live with her mother, Cassandra. When she was thirteen her parents divorced and her mother up and left to go live with her perfect boyfriend and his perfect daughter, Jessica. It wasn't like she didn't try to stay in contact with her mom but she made it pretty clear she was much happier with her new life and new daughter who was everything she wasn't. When she went to go stay with her for a few months in the summer a few years back Cassandra made it pretty clear loved Jessica ever more than she would love her. They went shopping together, exercised together, everything a mother and daughter should do.

Spencer on the other hand wasn't interested in shopping unless it was for skate boarding or for surf supplies when she wasn't surfing or skate boarding she had her nose in a book. She pulled her surf board off the car and took it up to her room before grabbing her many boxes of books.

When she had all the boxes into her new room she grabbed her skate board and went down the road. The brunette weaved in between people with little effort as the wind blew through her hair. A red truck drove by and she grabbed the tail gate and let it pull her. She let go and rode around before passing a prep school. Spencer looked at the stone building in a daze it disgusted her. She was reminded of when she stayed with her mother who tried to institutionalize her for an eating disorder when her soon to be step sister said she had a habit of going to the bathroom after she ate. Her mom also tried to tell her she had post traumatic stress disorder when she almost drowned in a surf competition the year before.

Please. She thought. If I had PTSD from almost drowning would I really spend most of my time surfing? I don't think so. Well she had to give up surfing now they weren't near a beach and the water was cold here she'd have to wear a wetsuit and she despised that. She looked ahead just in time to run into a sign. Spencer fell onto her back as her skateboard kept rolling.

"Fuck a moose," She said as the distinct taste of copper flooded her mouth. "My board," She stood dizzily and ran after it. As soon as Spencer grabbed the old skate board she sat down on the grass and felt her teeth with her tongue, all there. So where was the blood coming from?

"Bloody hell, are you alright?" A woman said rushing over to her.

"I've been worse, do you have a mirror?"

"Yes I do, here." She said pulling out a compact and handing it to her. Spencer looked at her reflection in the small mirror. Her nose was bleeding. She checked her inner lip and her teeth had gone through it. "Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"Nah, there's no need for that." She said extremely calm as she examined her teeth completely oblivious to the fact that more people were gathering around her. "I am gonna need some stitches though, you know a good doctor in this town?"

"Yes, I'll write down his number for you."

"Thanks, would anyone happen to have a rag?"

"You took right a bad fall there are you sure you're ok?" A redheaded man said.

"I'm fine nothings broken and no bones are showing it's just a bloody nose and teeth through the lip nothing out of the ordinary where I'm from it hurts like a bitch though. Running into a sign is a new way to get teeth through the lip." The crowd looked at her like she'd just sprouted a second head.

"Where are you from dear?"

"California,"

"Oh so you're from the states,"

"Yeh, hey what time is it?"

"It's about four why?"

"Fuck a moose," Spencer said standing up, she took off her over shirt and placed it over her nose and lip. "I gotta get home, thank you for the help." She said getting on her skate board and riding away leaving a group of confused disgusted British people in her wake. By the time she got home Spencer's lip and head were starting to get hurt.

"Hey dad I'm home...ish,"

"Good," He said as she walked into the kitchen shirt on her lip completely blood soaked. "What happened to you?"

"Ran into a sign teeth went through my lip."

"Get in the car,"

Her father drove her to the Hospital and got stitches in her lip both of them completely unknowing that they were being watched by a man looking through a mirror.

Well that's it for now let me know what you think about this story so far.