"SIRIUS BLACK I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU AND THEN SPILL YOUR GUTS ON TOP OF YOU!"
"Pretty gruesome, don't you think Nighty?"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I scream, chasing him down the train corridor.
"What'd I even do?"
"DON'T ACT SO INNOCENT! YOU TURNED MY BLOODY HAIR SCARLET AND GOLD! YOU DO KNOW I'M IN GRYFFINDOR AS WELL AS YOU, RIGHT?"
"Actually, I do, Nighty, we've been in the same classes for the last six years," he said, smirking.
"Shut up."
"You do the same."
"Now, we know that's not possible WHEN MY HAIR BLOODY SCARLET AND GOLD!" I scream. He waved his wand, and it was back to it's usual midnight black. "Thanks."
"No problem. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go find a Slytherin."
"What? I looked like one?"
"Er...yeah. Kinda. Now bye," he said running, before I could punch him in the face. I turn around, and walk back to my empty compartment. I didn't really have any friends, no one likes muggle borns like me, and I look like a nightmare. Literally, my name is Nightmare. Apparently, according to my parents, I was born on midnight on Halloween. Honestly, I don't believe them. I think they're lying, to make me seem cooler. But whatever. I'm going to introduce myself in a nice, new paragraph, okay?
My name is Nightmare Grace. I'm a Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I'm in my seventh year. I'm a prefect, because my roommate Lily Evans is now Head Girl, according to the rumors. I honestly don't know, so far I've only nearly punched a kid, so I suck at my job. I'm a muggle born, and my parents run a pharmacy. Which I guess is okay in the Muggle world, just not at Hogwarts. While Lily is also a muggle born, she's actually pretty, so she's sort of popular, I guess?
Anyway, so I have pitch black hair, that's like as dark as it can get, not a lock of brown in there. I have these weird dark green eyes, that are sort of creepy, you can always see yourself in them. I have the longest eyelashes in the history of the universe, and sort of a clear complexion, I guess? I'm really quite ugly, but let's not focus on that now.
I'm not special. I may be intelligent, and my arch rival might be Sirius Black, the so called 'hottest' guy at Hogwarts, and a member of the Marauders, and maybe that's why people hate me. I don't know why people do..I mean, sometimes like people talk to me...and they did a lot in first year...but they don't anymore. So I'm sort of used to being along.
I'm sort of powerful, I guess, for being a muggle born. I was able to do a corporeal patronus in my fifth year, and it's a fox. According to my professor, the love of my life's patronus will be a large dog. Weird, right? I don't really like dogs, but I do like some cute dogs...yeah anyway...I'm not special. In the slightest. I'm shy, stubborn, weird, hated, and alone. I was a ballet dancer in the Muggle dancer, but I quit for Hogwarts. I still dance "SIRIUS BLACK I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU AND THEN SPILL YOUR GUTS ON TOP OF YOU!"
"Pretty gruesome, don't you think Nighty?"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I scream, chasing him down the train corridor.
"What'd I even do?"
"DON'T ACT SO INNOCENT! YOU TURNED MY BLOODY HAIR SCARLET AND GOLD! YOU DO KNOW I'M IN GRYFFINDOR AS WELL AS YOU, RIGHT?"
"Actually, I do, Nighty, we've been in the same classes for the last six years," he said, smirking.
"Shut up."
"You do the same."
"Now, we know that's not possible WHEN MY HAIR BLOODY SCARLET AND GOLD!" I scream. He waved his wand, and it was back to it's usual midnight black. "Thanks."
"No problem. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go find a Slytherin."
"What? I looked like one?"
"Er...yeah. Kinda. Now bye," he said running, before I could punch him in the face. I turn around, and walk back to my empty compartment. I didn't really have any friends, no one likes muggle borns like me, and I look like a nightmare. Literally, my name is Nightmare. Apparently, according to my parents, I was born on midnight on Halloween. Honestly, I don't believe them. I think they're lying, to make me seem cooler. But whatever. I'm going to introduce myself in a nice, new paragraph, okay?
My name is Nightmare Grace. I'm a Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I'm in my seventh year. I'm a prefect, because my roommate Lily Evans is now Head Girl, according to the rumors. I honestly don't know, so far I've only nearly punched a kid, so I suck at my job. I'm a muggle born, and my parents run a pharmacy. Which I guess is okay in the Muggle world, just not at Hogwarts. While Lily is also a muggle born, she's actually pretty, so she's sort of popular, I guess?
Anyway, so I have pitch black hair, that's like as dark as it can get, not a lock of brown in there. I have these weird dark green eyes, that are sort of creepy, you can always see yourself in them. I have the longest eyelashes in the history of the universe, and sort of a clear complexion, I guess? I'm really quite ugly, but let's not focus on that now.
I'm not special. I may be intelligent, and my arch rival might be Sirius Black, the so called 'hottest' guy at Hogwarts, and a member of the Marauders, and maybe that's why people hate me. I don't know why people do..I mean, sometimes like people talk to me...and they did a lot in first year...but they don't anymore. So I'm sort of used to being along.
I'm sort of powerful, I guess, for being a muggle born. I was able to do a corporeal patronus in my fifth year, and it's a fox. According to my professor, the love of my life's patronus will be a large dog. Weird, right? I don't really like dogs, but I do like some cute dogs...yeah anyway...I'm not special. In the slightest. I'm shy, stubborn, weird, hated, and alone. I was a ballet dancer in the Muggle dancer, but I quit for Hogwarts. I still dance when I'm alone in my dormitory though...just for the fun. I'm not very good, I only"SIRIUS BLACK I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU AND THEN SPILL YOUR GUTS ON TOP OF YOU!"
"Pretty gruesome, don't you think Nighty?"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I scream, chasing him down the train corridor.
"What'd I even do?"
"DON'T ACT SO INNOCENT! YOU TURNED MY BLOODY HAIR SCARLET AND GOLD! YOU DO KNOW I'M IN GRYFFINDOR AS WELL AS YOU, RIGHT?"
"Actually, I do, Nighty, we've been in the same classes for the last six years," he said, smirking.
"Shut up."
"You do the same."
"Now, we know that's not possible WHEN MY HAIR BLOODY SCARLET AND GOLD!" I scream. He waved his wand, and it was back to it's usual midnight black. "Thanks."
"No problem. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go find a Slytherin."
"What? I looked like one?"
"Er...yeah. Kinda. Now bye," he said running, before I could punch him in the face. I turn around, and walk back to my empty compartment. I didn't really have any friends, no one likes muggle borns like me, and I look like a nightmare. Literally, my name is Nightmare. Apparently, according to my parents, I was born on midnight on Halloween. Honestly, I don't believe them. I think they're lying, to make me seem cooler. But whatever. I'm going to introduce myself in a nice, new paragraph, okay?
My name is Nightmare Grace. I'm a Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I'm in my seventh year. I'm a prefect, because my roommate Lily Evans is now Head Girl, according to the rumors. I honestly don't know, so far I've only nearly punched a kid, so I suck at my job. I'm a muggle born, and my parents run a pharmacy. Which I guess is okay in the Muggle world, just not at Hogwarts. While Lily is also a muggle born, she's actually pretty, so she's sort of popular, I guess?
Anyway, so I have pitch black hair, that's like as dark as it can get, not a lock of brown in there. I have these weird dark green eyes, that are sort of creepy, you can always see yourself in them. I have the longest eyelashes in the history of the universe, and sort of a clear complexion, I guess? I'm really quite ugly, but let's not focus on that now.
I'm not special. I may be intelligent, and my arch rival might be Sirius Black, the so called 'hottest' guy at Hogwarts, and a member of the Marauders, and maybe that's why people hate me. I don't know why people do..I mean, sometimes like people talk to me...and they did a lot in first year...but they don't anymore. So I'm sort of used to being along.
I'm sort of powerful, I guess, for being a muggle born. I was able to do a corporeal patronus in my fifth year, and it's a fox. According to my professor, the love of my life's patronus will be a large dog. Weird, right? I don't really like dogs, but I do like some cute dogs...yeah anyway...I'm not special. In the slightest. I'm shy, stubborn, weird, hated, and alone. I was a ballet dancer in the Muggle dancer, but I quit for Hogwarts. I still dance when I'm alone in my dormitory though...just for the fun. I'm not very good, I only danced for like 6-7 years, not nearly as long as good dancers. But it was fun, and when I dance I forget all my troubles.
Anyway, so the reason I'm arch rivals with Black is because in third year, he poured frog spawn all over my head, and as you can guess, I was pretty annoyed. So, therefore, I disarmed him, and punched him in the nose. The usual, and now he hates me. I'm used to it though, because I'm rather quick on my feet, and sort of strongish...so I can easily fight back. We normally just fight each other using pranks, but he insults me a lot for being alone. I'm used to it, as I said before.
That's me, who I am, the struggles of my life, and why I suck. Bye. danced for like 6-7 years, not nearly as long as good dancers. But it was fun, and when I dance I forget all my troubles.
Anyway, so the reason I'm arch rivals with Black is because in third year, he poured frog spawn all over my head, and as you can guess, I was pretty annoyed. So, therefore, I disarmed him, and punched him in the nose. The usual, and now he hates me. I'm used to it though, because I'm rather quick on my feet, and sort of strongish...so I can easily fight back. We normally just fight each other using pranks, but he insults me a lot for being alone. I'm used to it, as I said before.
That's me, who I am, the struggles of my life, and why I suck. I'm alone in my dormitory though...just for the fun. I'm not very good, I only danced for like 6-7 years, not nearly as long as good dancers. But it was fun, and when I dance I forget all my troubles.
Anyway, so the reason I'm arch rivals with Black is because in third year, he poured frog spawn all over my head, and as you can guess, I was pretty annoyed. So, therefore, I disarmed him, and punched him in the nose. The usual, and now he hates me. I'm used to it though, because I'm rather quick on my feet, and sort of strongish...so I can easily fight back. We normally just fight each other using pranks, but he insults me a lot for being alone. I'm used to it, as I said before.
That's me, who I am, the struggles of my life, and why I suck. Bye.