Gossip was a normal thing upon the Hogwarts Express but this year, there was even more whispering to be heard than normal. There was a new girl on the Train that year—a girl whose beauty, charisma and general charm was unmatched by any the students had ever seen. Boys and girls alike stopped in their tracks to take note of her heavenly progress through the halls. It was a grand procession through the corridors—Pumpkin Pasties in elegantly manicured hand, she seemed to glide across the cheap carpeting.
First years could be seen with their noses pressed against the glass of their compartments—drooling and fawning over her unquestionable excellence. No one could have denied that excellence, and if they had it certainly would not have been out of line to bludgeon them fiercely until they came to acknowledge it.
Her eyes—such eyes! Were the color of heaven itself, a color so beautiful—so unquestionably radiant that no word exists in our language or any other to describe it. We can only compare it to the color of a bright light illuminating darkness—or a morning mist upon sunshine and roses. Her long, feathery lashes, were enhanced with only the highest quality Maybelline mascara.
Her hair was platinum blonde—bordering on a pure, silvery color akin to moonbeams. It was such a pale and beautiful color that it all but took on a blue cast—especially in the dim and mostly faulty lighting of the train corridors. It cascaded down her slender back in a wave of beauty, excellence and divine wonder. It smelled faintly of Happiness and Bliss—a scent which Chanel has yet to even attempt bottling. Yet, JC Penny has succeeded in capturing.
She wore clothes of the highest make, and taste. A hot pink crop-top and designer jean mini-skirt. The shirt was tastefully emblazoned with the slogan 'You don't need brains when you got these' (no doubt referring to a few assets of hers that we will get to later). The skirt left little to the imagination—showing off legs that appeared to go on for miles. Her classy, sparkly stiletto heels would have made Carrie Bradshaw wince.
Her figure was enviable even by hunched old SnackWitch. She had curves in all the right places—including the previously mentioned ones, barely covered by the halter top. Between her sense of style, her innate and unbelievable gorgeousity, and the delightful and all around mind-boggling aura or loveliness and grace that seemed to surround her—not to mention follow her wherever she went, much like some kind of stalker. Between all of this, it was enough to make the numerous adolescent boys (and girls) onboard swoon and fall over in fits of amour.
Coming a halt in the middle of the corridor she surveyed her surroundings for a moment before opening her full and luscious lips (adorned by raspberry flavoured, shimmery pink lipgloss) to utter the sweetest words any of them had ever heard.
"Oh my gawd, y'all. This is so lame."
Her name was Celestia Brightstar.
Celestia Jennifer Brittney Jessica Ravyn Baby Blue Moonflower Brightstar.
The third.
And she had arrived.