Authors note:
This chapter is going to be pretty short, mostly out of a desire to get some content out there and sort of dip my toe in the water as far as these characters go. I'd really like to know what you think about my original characters because I'm trying to improve my character writing skills. :) I'd also be interested to hear what you think is going to happen with the characters and the plot. I promise that my writing will get better (and the plot will become more interesting XD). I'll try to update within a week.
Oswin
Oswin Magnolia Mielbois had known Draco for as long she could remember. Her family ran an enchanted produce farm and their parents did business together and attended the same rich people gatherings (which they were inevitably dragged to). Oswin didn't much care for Draco, but their parents insisted they be friends. Oswin suspected that this was backed by business interests more so than genuine fondness of the family. In fact, she could tell that her mother's friendly greetings and cheery smiles were simply a ruse to hide her distaste for the Malfoys. Nevertheless, her mother was ever the peacekeeper and did her best to be as kind and trusting towards her business partners as physically possible. This is why Oswin found herself, as unlucky people often find themselves, in an uncomfortable social situation with two of the most annoying people on Earth as her mother went off to do errands.
Oswin was shopping for school supplies with Draco and her older sister, Monique. They were walking down diagon alley mostly is awkward silence, each of them obviously wishing they were somewhere else. Oswin was being drowned by the awkwardness of the situation, Monique was beyond irritated about her apparent role as babysitter, and Draco couldn't stand either of them. After they purchased their books and equipment, Monique was finally the one to speak up.
"Why don't we just split up and then meet at Fortescue's in like an hour?" There were grumbles of agreement at the rather obvious suggestion and, just like that, the three had zipped off in opposite directions.
Having already acquired her robes on an earlier date, all Oswin had left on her list were potion ingredients and her wand. She would have to wait to buy her wand though, as her parents wanted to be there when she got it. They were sweet like that and, although Monique grumbled at the annoyance, it was one of the things Oswin loved about them. She found it exciting that, in just two more years, it would be her brother, Caleb, starting at Hogwarts. Then, another seven years after that, it would be her little sister, Basil. It struck her that her baby sister would not get to go to school with any of her siblings. Whether that was a good or bad thing, she supposed, was up for debate.
Upon arriving at the apothecary, Oswin's spirits immediately began lifting. There was something exciting about potion-making that made her skin tingle. As she walked through the door, she could almost feel the potential in the room; she felt empowered by that potential. Bundles and jars of ingredients lined the long shelves and Oswin picked out several of her personal favourites. Technically, she only needed to bring basic potion ingredients, but she was able to convince her mother that she would find a wider array of ingredients crucial to understanding the assignments. This argument worked fairly easily. After all, shouldn't she do all she could to aid poor, average achieving Oswin in her studies?
Oswin arrived at the ice cream parlour first. This was to be expected as Draco still needed his robe and Monique was probably hanging out with her third-year friends. Approximately fifteen minutes later, Monique showed up carrying several bags of trinkets. Draco never came back, so they just assumed he had found his father wherever he was.
As Oswin and Monique waited for their mother to return, they got in line to buy ice cream. After they retrieved their ice creams, the awkward atmosphere from before dissolved into a relaxed banter, with some light hearted bickering sprinkled in. The tension brought about by the afternoon summer sun was melting faster than their ice creams. They had finished their ice creams by the time their mother came to get them.
"Hey, how'd it go?" She asked as she walked up to us, "Where'd Malfoy go?"
"Oh," Monique said flatly, "he left."
Our mother hummed disapprovingly, but simply said "Well, he's probably of with his father," she then turned to me and said with motherly excitement , "Oh, it's time to go get your wand… are you ready?"