My name is Levithian Elysia Atlantis-Szketchberg and I am 15 years old. I'm a new student at Hogwarts. I used to go to Drumstrong because I'm Russian and lived in Russia but my Mother died so I moved to Wolverhampton with my Grandma. I have pale skin and black hair naturally. I come from a royal pureblood family with veela blood in it. Also, I'm an animagus and metamorphagus. Because of that I usually put indigo in my hair and my eyes change colour. They're usually Yellow and my animagus is a wolf. I also have werewolves in my family, but I'm not a werewolf. Today, my hair was black with indigo. My eyes were bright yellow and lined with a thick layer of eyeliner. My lips were black. I was wearing the plain black robes given to me by my sister before she died. The person who killed her is here at Hogwarts, I wish to get revenge on him.
At the sorting ceremony, I was last to go up. "Levithan Atlanis-Szketchberg", professor MacGonaggle called. I walked up and sat beneath the sorting hat. The old hat gently kissed my black locks. "Hmm...Smart and witty...yet ambitious and cunning...but which one is stronger?" After the hat pondered aloud, it shouted "SLYTHERIN". I made my way to the table and sat down in front of a random group of boys. Two chubby boys sat on each side of a thin, albino blonde guy. I knew who he was. Draco Malfoy. My family's done business with him. I also know he was the one who killed my sister. You see, he's older than me by a year and he was supposed to wed my sister. Well, pretty boy didn't want to so he killed my sister. Soon after, my Father disappeared. It's been hard for me. But I loathe him. I want him dead.
He looked at me. "Szketchberg.", he said. "Malfoy", I muttered. "I didn't know you switched over here", he said. "My mother's dead, I live with Grandmama. Got a problem?", I spat. "What's your problem? Still angry about your sister's death? I'm sorry, but don't blame it on me." I glared at him. "Killer," I whispered to myself.
Then, we were sent to our rooms. I didn't look at Malfoy, but I could feel his eyes staring me down.
I was afraid.
