Serella (Sir-el-la) Gyles was an ordinary witch, nothing special about her
Serella (Sir-el-la) Gyles was an ordinary witch, nothing special about her. She came from a normal wizarding family, pureblood, and attended a normal school well, as normal as a magic school could get but for all her life, she was always treated as an outsider. She was born in London, just like the majority of the students that attended Hogwarts School, but unlike them, until the time that she turned eleven, she lived in the states. Developing a rather strange accent to the rest of them. It was completely American, not even one percent hint of British. She exceeded all of her classes second in her year; Hermione Granger was of course ranking in first. She was in Gryffindor, but yet, had never had a single brave adventure to make her feel as though she belonged there.
In fact, she could thank Hermione for her good grades. Since she was her first and still best friend, at the school, the majority of their time spent together was in the library, gathering as much information as they could. Combined between the two of them, they knew more than the entire year combined.
And when she wasn't studying with Hermione, she was hanging out with her other friends, well, the only other two she had. Harry Potter and Ron Wesley.
She had a special relationship with Harry, one that no one else seemed to understand. The first year they met, he took it upon himself to protect her like the sister that he never got the chance to have. Or at least, that's what she thought, and knew, that without question, she could trust him with her life. Ron however, was a far different story. He was a friendly person, but was always saying the wrong thing, at the wrong time around her and Hermione. It was hard to ignore them as immature comments and was mostly always taken personally, but he too was a good friend, always there to make her laugh whenever something wasn't going right.
Serella wasn't anything special in the looks department either. She wasn't the perfect blonde bimbo that her two witch sisters had turned out to be, with perfect hair, teeth, and golden bronzed skin. She was blonde, but it was darker, a more golden color, and it was thick, almost impossible to do anything with. She often wore it up, to keep it out of her face. Her skin was pale, and not by choice, she just didn't like to spend time in the sun when she had better things to do. Her eyes, yet again, nothing special, they were dark blue, a million people had those exact same eyes, but hers were hidden behind a pair of black, thin metal glasses that she wore constantly.
But this simple girl, with the simple life of the average 16 year old witch, has an untold story to tell that somehow got lost along the pages of text books and romance novels.
And it starts, way beyond the day on the Hogwarts Express, taking her year into their sixth visit to Hogwarts.