Okay guys - this is a new SYOC I'm starting - it's only based around a few characters. I'm only going to accept about 5 more people or so. I need people from mainly years 5-7 to be main characters. Anyway, here's a little taster - I only have 5 characters (including my own). So, this is going to be a very short Prologue.

Rosemarie Jane Fenwick - 6th Year Gryffindor

"Rose, keep up!"

I muttered darkly under my breath as I followed Jacob through King's Cross; it was a mix of blue and grey as muggles rushed past me, dodging my trolley and siblings.

"You excited for this year Rose?" Dad asked me, helping me steer the trolley in a straight path, and away from the woman with a push-pram. Mouthing a 'sorry', I turned to my dad.

"Hardly." I huffed. "But next year I don't have to cope with her." I said, glaring daggers at Ana, who was being assisted with her trolley by mum.

"She didn't mean what she said." Dad re-assured me. "She's just upset about leaving this year. You'll be the same when you're her age."

"Doesn't change the fact she's still a big-headed bi-"

"Jake!" Dad turned around in surprise as he saw his third child approach with a trio of boys and their father. "You made it."

"You sound surprised." Jacob gave me a wink, then continued to move his trolley alongside mine as dad went to talk to the other man - Mr. Fitzgerald. "How was the car ride here?" He asked me.

"Ana-tagonistic." I raised an eyebrow. He grinned.

"Arguing with her again?" I nodded with a growl in Ana's direction. "Cheer up - we'll be back in school in no time and you won't even have to see her." I rolled my eyes - I knew he was right, but that time couldn't come quick enough.

"Yo, Jake! Jake!" Jacob turned around to see the Fitzgerald triplets sprint through the barrier, past the bustling crowds of Muggles. With a sigh, I broke into a run after Jacob and onto platform 9 3/4.

Cordelia Caverly 5th Year Gryffindor

"It looks like the mudbloods multiply every year." Mother said, eyeing another small pocket of parents in muggle attire, looking around the platform with anxiety. She eventually turned towards me with a sense of pleading in her eyes. "Won't you consider Beauxbatons? What about the Salem Witches' Institute?" I rolled my eyes.

"My friends are here." I stated. "Besides, I happen to like muggle-borns." Father let out a stifled chuckle as his flickered his eyes away from me. "And what's wrong with Muggles?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip.

"Nothing's wrong with the muggles..." Father began.

"Right, so you just hate their children who can do magic?" I asked pointedly.

"We don't hate their children sweetheart," My mother chimed in, looping her arm inside father's, "we just think that..." She was struggling to find the words. "You're a nice girl." She said eventually. "We just think you should stick to your own type of girls."

I couldn't help but grin at the joke - I hadn't told my parents yet, but to be honest, it was the better option. No doubt, they would want me to marry some pure-blood fanatic and bless him with another set of purebloods. Little did they know that that really was not in the cards. At all.

I knew it wasn't a phase - I just happened to like girls. It wasn't something I chose, and to be honest, it wasn't so much of a big deal. I just... I liked girls.

My moment of thinking was interrupted as I was constricted in a snake-like hug from my mother.

"Have a good time sweetie. We'll see you at Christmas!"

"No... No thanks." I managed to wheeze out as I escaped her grip and sped onto the train without a second look back at my extremist parents.

Charlotte Grace James - 6th Year Slytherin

"Molly!" I called after the Ebony-speckled cat that sped down through the Gryffindor carriage. I cursed under my breath - Gryffindors didn't take kindly to Slytherins in their comparments... at least, that's what I'd have assumed.

Taking a second to armour myself with self-confidence, I made my way down the corridor, searching for Molly. I called for my cat again as I came upon another carriage, only to hear the rumble of the train respond. I sighed, hanging my head low and walking down the corridor, searching for Molly.

"I swear Molly, if you don't come right now, I'm going to... I'm going to think of something heinous to do to you..." I continued to mutter darkly under my breath as I peered into each compartment, my eyes searching for Molly. Eventually, I found a compartment of a couple of boys, one of whom was the only one in the carriage that wasn't glaring at me. Knocking on the door before I slid it open, I popped my head inside.

"Hey, you haven't seen a calico cat in here at all have you?" The boy shook his head while the others looked away from me.

"Nope... sorry." He said with a shrug. I sighed.

"I swear to God, Molly is always doing this - I got her in my first year you know," I moved inside the compartment, sitting down, "She used to be much worse than this - like, she'd scratch and bite anyone that came near her... well, anyone wearing anything yellow. Yeah, Molly just really hates the colour; Personally, I don't judge people based on what colours they like, I think it's just really arbitrary you know?"

"That's not really the right way to use 'arbritrar-"

"I'm Charlotte by the way. Charlie, actually. I prefer Charlie a lot more." I stopped, realising I was speaking at a million miles a minute again. "Sorry - I speak a lot." I said, closing my mouth firmly. The two boys refused to look at me, while the boy I was talking to simply smiled.

"It's fine." He waved his right hand before holding it out. "I'm Jack." I shook his hand.

"Cool! Wait..." I halted, hearing a distant hissing followed by a girl screaming. "That'll be Molly. It was nice to meet you Jack!" And with that, I jogged down the corridor to find Molly.

Ardan Shay Lorkin - 6th Year

This place was definitely going to be different to Kingsmont. Back there, it was a lot more... reserved. All the students there (who were exclusively boys) were pure-blood, brought up to be upstanding gentlemen of the wizarding society. Then there was me - the 'accidental student' as I had been labelled by the majority of boys there.

I paused my internal thoughts and looked down at the small silver ring on my third finger - upon the face of it sat the engraving of a head of a roaring lion, with teeth bared and a full mane of fair tussled. I grinned at the thought; my own tussled hair sat comfortably on my head.

The train shuddered, waking me from my contemplations. I rose up from my seat and moved towards the door, opening it and looking around. No one else had seemed concerned enough to exit their compartments and investigate as to the sound of the train.

As I turned around once more, I physically jumped as an ebony-speckled cat darted past my ankle. I turned around in an attempt to see where the cat had come from, only to be greeted by the sight of burgundy as I was tackled to the floor.

I hit my head hard, and let out a loud groan, as did my assailant. I pushed the slender body off of myself and began to push myself up and off the ground. Rubbing the back of my head, I examined the figure, who had risen as well; she was wearing a large, thick sweater over a loosely-fitting t-shirt, which she began to adjust. Her hair was a dark mahogany colour, waving it's way down to her shoulders. She was different to most of the girls I had seen at Doedale's (which was the only mixed school I had been to). For the first, she wasn't dressed in skimpy outfits, there was no scent of flowery perfume and her hair wasn't held in plaits or so much as combed - in fact, it seemed as if she had just got out of bed and thrown on the closest clothes. I couldn't even tell if she had make-up on - that's how little of it she must had used.

As I rubbed my eyes, I forgot about the girl entirely, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of dread and panic.

"No..." I muttered, checking my hand again, "No, no, no..." I started darting my eyes across the floor in search for my ring.

"I know..." the girl said, rubbing a hand across her torn jeans. "This sucks - I almost totally had her. You know she's always doing this-"

"Shut up!" I ordered, crouching down on my hands and knees and searching for the ring.

"Erm... dude?"

"Christ!" I muttered, standing back up. This couldn't be happening - it had to be here, I had to find it!

"What you looking for?" She asked, putting her hands in the pockets of her zip-up.

"Apologise." I demanded. She let out a small laugh of disbelief.

"What for?"

"Knocking me over." I growled.

"It was an accident - you came out of nowhere."

"I came out of nowhere?" She was making it my fault? Typical - it was just the same at every other school I had been to - students that were just so certain they were better than you, they assumed everything bad that happened was my fault. "You ran into me!"

"So why were you scurrying around on the floor? Looking for your dignity?"

"I'm looking for my ring!" I half-shouted at her, checking my pockets in desperation.

"Well, I was looking for my cat." She said, shrugging carelessly. I clenched my jaw - she had made me lose my ring - it was the one thing I could not bear to lose. I just could not lose it.

"Well then maybe you should just go and do that!" I shouted at her again, entering my compartment again and slumping down into the seat hopelessly. She sighed, then crouched down onto the floor, grabbing something in her hand and entering the compartment, holding out the small signet ring in her palm.

"Here's your ring back-"

I snatched the ring out of her palm, shoving it back onto my finger. Instantly, I felt relieved - my breathing evened and I let out a deep sigh. The girl shook her head with another laugh.

"You know what, I am sorry." I looked up at her, listening intently. It was as if she realized she was genuinely sorry about knocking into me.

"Really?"

"Yeah... I'm so... remorseful that you're a stuck-up arsehole."

And with that, she exited the carriage.

Yeah, I really wasn't going to stick around at this place either.

Okay guys, I might've written a little bit more for Ardan there, but hey - I'm just getting to know your characters. Anyway, that was the prologue, and it wasn't much, it's just giving you a taste.

Now then, there's a forum link below to submit your students - but a few more rules.

- No more Gryffindors.

- I need some boys to even out the students being used.

No more rebellious students.

- When you submit your character, try and give them genuine flaws, as this will help drive their own plotline if I choose them as a main character.

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Anyway guys, happy submitting! I'm going to try and update once a week, but I've got some coursework and revision to do so... yeah.