Ok, so this is my first fanfiction ever. I've actually been reading them for a while, but I never really felt an urge to write one. Until now, obviously. I have been obsessed with Oliver Wood/OC stories, so that's where this comes from.

So please, tell me what you think!

Orianna Waverly was not in a good mood. She was once again in a taxi in London, although this time she was on her way to King's Cross station, as opposed to her father's house. Her father lived in London, but her mother was back in their small flat in Chicago with her stepfather. She was considered different wherever she went; in Chicago, her subtle British accent always brought unwanted attention, mostly from ditzy girls asking about European boys. And when she visited her father in England, her carefree, relaxed style, which her father called "too American," got her attention from boys who thought all American girls were sluts. Despite all that, she still had friends and was pretty popular; she just didn't have anyone to relate to.

'It's official', Orianna thought, 'I'm a fucking outsider.'

Orianna knew about magic. Her father was a wizard, but her mother was a muggle. She knew her parents loved each other, but it was hard for them, considering her father was a pureblood, and his family was not happy about his relationship with an American muggle. Three years into their marriage, when Orianna was two years old, they divorced, and Orianna moved back to Chicago with her mother.

Orianna was 17, and was supposed to be going into her senior year of high school, and definitely not on her way to a wizarding school in England. She had been at the top of all her classes, and she was on the fast track to Ivy League Universities, where she wanted to study engineering and architecture. Orianna had talked to her mom about maybe going to a college in England so she could be closer to her father.

"And looked where that got me, stuck going to some brand new prep school in the middle of nowhere," she mumbled to herself. The cabbie glanced back at her with a rather worried expression on his face. Most Americans he met were tourists, but this young lady looked downright murderous. And she was talking to herself. He decided to try and cheer her up.

"This place isn't everyone's cup of tea, is it?"

Orianna cracked a small smile and slipped off her sunglasses, "Yeah I guess you could say that. I like London, though, but being shipped off to boarding school isn't my idea of a good time."

The cabbie was shocked. Not only did this American girl have a slight British accent, which he hadn't heard when she rudely grunted 'King's Cross' and the airport, she was gorgeous.

"So what's your name miss?"

"Orianna Waverly, pleased to meet you."

"Which school are ya headed to then? And why is it so terrible?"

Orianna hesitated. She couldn't just say 'Oh, I'm off to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry!' to a random muggle taxi driver. She decided to go with the standard bored teenager act.

"I couldn't give a shit, I'm just pissed I had to leave my school in America," she said nonchalantly, or at least what she hoped was nonchalant.

To her relief, the cabbie bought it.

"I get how you feel, miss, I doubt it would be fun to leave home, but I'm sure it won't be as awful as you think. Some of the boarding schools around here are just wonderful."

'I sure hope so,' Orianna said to herself. As she said this, she saw the man glance over at her with a questioning look on his face.

"Say miss, you do look a little familiar, do you come to London often?"

Orianna groaned internally. She knew where this was going. "Yeah, but I get that a lot. My dad is the editor of a magazine here. He used me in some modeling shots for an article on the 'American' fashion. I heard the fashion really took off." She tried to brush it off as no big deal, she hated when this happened.

Now the cabbie truly was shocked. He had a model sitting here in his cab, and she didn't give a crap that she was a beautiful, and slightly famous, female.

Orianna could see the surprise on his face. She, however, wasn't surprised. She had already been recognized in the airport, by some teenage girls wearing the same open-backed crochet crop top she had worn in one of the photo shoots.

Of course, her dad wasn't actually the editor of a magazine. Like he even cared about muggle fashion magazines. His new girlfriend was a halfblood, and the muggle side of her family ran this particular magazine. When she visited her father earlier in the summer, his girlfriend Christine and her sister Jeanette insisted she come with them to the photo shoot. Obviously the results were successful.

The cabbie tapped her on the shoulder. "We're here, miss."

Orianna sighed and slipped her shades back on. 'Lets get on with this' she thought.

She thanked and paid the cabbie after he helped her get her trunk on the trolley, then walked into the busy train station.

"You would think that by now I would be used to the crowds here. And it's not like Chicago isn't busy," Orianna said to herself as a large family of redheads bustled past her. 'There are so many of them...' Orianna thought as she made her way through the station.

Suddenly something struck her back, causing her to fall into her trolley, which then rolled away from her as she fell to the hard floor.

Orianna turned around to see two tall, handsome twins that looked like they too were part of that huge redheaded family.

"Oi, Gred, you can't just go smashing into pretty girls whenever you feel like it mate," said the one on the right.

"You're the one who knocked her over Forge, why are you yelling at me," said the other.

As 'Gred' and 'Forge' continued arguing, Orianna felt herself getting more and more frustrated. She snapped.

"I don't give a fuck whose fault it is, but can one of you help me with my trunk!?"

The twins' stopped arguing abruptly. They turned to look at each other openmouthed. Then their faces broke out in mischievous grins.

"I like this one Gred, she's fiesty."

"And pretty," the other replied.

"And, she's still standing right here," Orianna snapped, getting even more annoyed.

"Bloody hell! You're American!"

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Oh, I'm sorry, we haven't introduced ourselves. How rude. I'm Fred-"

"And I'm George."

"We're the infamous-"

"Weasley twins!" they finished together.

Now Orianna was the one staring openmouthed. "Ok, I really hope you two are trying to be confusing, because my head is spinning, and I was hoping it wasn't from that fall I just took," she said with a pointed glare at the Weasley twins.

The two cringed at her sharp words.

Fred spoke up, "sorry about that, we were kind of rushing to keep up with our family, and we were going to be late to for the train."

Orianna checked her watch, and realized she was going to be late too. "Wait, could we be going to the same place?' she thought. She decided to ask.

"Are you two headed to Hogwarts?" she whispered.

Fred and George's faces lit up. "Why yes we are!" they said in unison.

Orianna blushed and mumbled something quietly.

"What was that?"

"I said, could you show me where to go, it's my first year here."

The twins then shared a puzzled look.

"But, you don't look like a first year," said George uncertainly.

Orianna sighed. This was going to happen a lot, she realized. "I'm not, I'm going into seventh year. I'm a transfer student of sorts."

"Oh cool. Hey why don't you find us on the train?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Well I was under the impression that you were annoyed with us. I mean, we did knock you over. And you haven't even told us your name," Fred pointed out.

"I'm Orianna, Orianna Waverly."

"Well Miss Waverly," George said, coming to a stop at the column in the middle of the station, "I'll see you on the other side," and with a wink, the twins disappeared into the wall.

Orianna stopped dead in her tracks. What the hell just happened? She walked up to the barrier and reached towards it. Her hand sunk through, and before she could pull back, something grabbed it and pulled her through.

She shrieked.

On the other side, she found Fred and George Weasley rolling around on the platform laughing like there was no tomorrow. She looked around, realized that nearly everyone was staring at them.

'What a wonderful way to start the school year' she thought. Getting annoyed, she walked over to one of the twins and stepped on their chest. The laughing stopped almost immediately.

"You're no fun," said George.

Orianna smirked, "Oh if only you two realized how wrong you are."

Fred and George then shared their own smirk. "Lets test that then"

Suddenly, Orianna found herself hoisted off the ground and over Fred's shoulder. George grabbed her trunk. As she repeatedly pounded her fists into Fred's back, she realized they were headed towards a red train. The Weasley's boarded the train, ignoring the looks they got from her future classmates. 'I do not need to draw anymore attention to myself' she thought.

At last, the Weasley's stopped outside a compartment, slid open the door, and walked in.

"And what the bloody hell are you two doing this time?" a deep voice asked.