The first thing I hear is a loud shrill sound. I turn around. The noise still cuts painfully in my ear. "Was zur Hölle?", I mumble and decide to immediately kill whoever pulled me out of my peaceful sleep.

"What did you say?", a voice from I don't know where asks. Oh, how could I forget the fact that I have to share a room with exactly four other stupid idiots who are now my classmates. Yehii. I won the lottery. "Turn that off!", I scream. My sleep was so peaceful. I didn't even dream something and now all is destroyed by this... thing. I hear someone pull back their sheets. A crashing sound follows. Someone threw the alarm clock against the wall.

"Hey!", I hear a high pitched voice. I think its the little bronze blond nerdy one with the glasses, who introduced herself as Lola yesterday. Yes, my roommates disturbed my precious alone time I spend unpacking. Also there was a tall spanish looking one named Camila, who I guess is the one that threw the alarm clock and the one who says now: "I told you I would destroy it if you bring it again after summer."

"Not again! Come on its the first day. No fighting!", this voice must belong to the girl with hazelnut brown hair who looks a little like a hamster. No offense. I think her name was Lucy. Or my last remaining roomie, which name I sadly forgot. Something with B I think. The name fit her big green puppy eyes, her ash blonde hair and her innocent, a little stupid looking face perfectly. Ah. How much did I miss this morning mumbling. Not. This is one thing I even hated in my old school.

Yes I also went to a similar school back home. There I shared a room with my two of my best friends at least. They knew that I hated nothing more than loud people when I wake up.

Also there I had a choice. My sister for example went to a normal school even when she got the potential. You know back home it's like that. You get a letter telling you that you have the potential and then your parents have to register you if you want to go to a school for witchcraft. There is only one in Germany and it's much smaller. It is not so far off the hook like this old rotten castle so we live a more normal life. Some people even go to muggle schools and just take some courses in the evening, but I decided against it.

When I was young I was eager to learn anything that had something to do with magic. I loved every little trick my mum showed me. Alright enough wallowing in the past.

Finally everyone is silent. I just hear a door closing, but my mind is bright awake. Great. What time is it? I bet it's far too early. I decide to open my eyes and get up. I was right. Lola, who was sleeping in the bed next to me, is gathering the pieces of her bright red alarm clock. The room is surprisingly big. At the foot of every bed chests containing personal belongings reside. A big antic looking wardrobe out of dark wood leans against the wall opposite of my bed. To my right there is a door leading outside and on the left hand side a door leads inside our very own bathroom. In between the beds there are big windows with broad sills to sit or space to litter little things. The walls are painted in dark blue like the curtains of the four poster beds. The floor where I now put my bare feet is seemingly made out of the same dark wood as the wardrobe.

My eyes still need time to adjust to the bright daylight. Ms. Nameless comes fully dressed out of her corner. She even has her hair fixed already. My god. She looks like one of those oh so virtuous English school girls that go to a catholic school. You know the totally crazy bitch, which is of course not meant judgmentally, from Easy A. At my right side Lucy struggles to put on her skirt. "Girls. Hurry up. We don't want to miss breakfast!" I think Anonymous Girl's favorite activity is to annoy me. I mean hello were do I fit in the term Girls? I sign and let myself fall back onto the bed and stare at the ceiling. Please nightmare, be over! I beg you devil.

"Calm down Bertha the waking up bell didn't even ring yet." Bertha, now I remember. How could I forget such a glorious name. "For goodness sake there is a fucking waking up Bell and you have an alarm clock?", I almost shout while mentally giving me the biggest face palm of the ever. Where am I?! In geek city?!

"Not anymore", Camila says smirking while she comes out of the bathroom. Although she looks as Spanish as possible with her long, thick black hair put up in a ponytail and a tall athletic body, she displays the same annoying British accent everyone here has. Another reason to hate this country. At least she doesn't look like she comes from planet perfection.

She wears the stupid tie loose, the white blouse isn't as tidy and neat as Bertha's and the gray sweater hangs over her arms, but she still put on the ugly gray skirt. With all my self control I manage to get up again. I grab my phone from the sill and fall back exhausted. As I check my messages just one from Eva wishing me good luck( Mr. Schwarz said his farewells yesterday when I met him in hallway. He even hugged me. Ew) and one from Isabell, my best friend and the only reason I didn't kill myself just yet. Calm down. It was just a joke. Relax. She begs me not to murder anyone and reminds me to behave myself because she wants to come in autumn and check out the hot British boys, which I still haven't seen. Maybe they all hide away.

While I type my reply the annoying bell rings. It sounds like a mixture of a drunken cow and a shipyard. One by one my roomies disappear into the bathroom. When I am finish telling her that her visit probably needs to be postponed, because I am planning to burn this trash can down any minute, the whole geek gang leaves for breakfast without one last glance at me. I don't even strain myself to understand their silent whispers. They surely said something like: "Omg she didn't move for the last ten minutes. Is she dead?" Maybe I should really pretend I am. Of course that is the solution for all your problems, the voice of reason whispers in my head. I keep it tied down most of the time so it won't annoy me. Why did it have to free itself today of all days? Slowly I get up for the third time, but this time for real.

With freshly brushed teeth and hair I stand in front of my wardrobe. I have absolutely no idea how, but a freshly ironed school uniform did suddenly appear in it. Yesterday there were just my collection of band sweaters, the only thing I unpacked next to my collection of ripped jeans in all colors. Mostly in dark tones. But you know what the creepy thing about this is? Not that the uniform suddenly appears, I mean this is a school for magic so its not very surprising, but that for one short second I actually consider wearing it. Yes, I really stare at the ugly skirt and ugly jumper and seriously think about putting them on.

The mysteriously freed voice of wisdom actually has to fight against my normal self. It is like this angel devil thing. The angel on my left shoulder says: "Come on. Be a nice girl put it on. So you won't get in to trouble on your first day." Devil on the other hand argues: "Buuuuut it is a skirt. You will always have to watch if you bend over or sit down. And if you wear it you will have to search for tights, because remember this big fat red scar on your thigh. Also just look at this crease. Disgusting." Grossed out from myself I shake my head. Then I probably do something really stupid but at least I am satisfied with myself. Nobody is going to get me inside this skirt.

How did this happen? With this I mean that I actually enter the entrance hall together with someone. The mysterious someone is Camila. She sat on the top of the stairs and walked me to breakfast without saying a word. Not even to my missing school uniform. At least I am wearing the white blouse and even the tie, but in place of the skirt my outfit is completed with my favorite black pants from yesterday. Well, she answered my confused question. "I am walking you to breakfast dummy. Obviously you don't know the way", was her only answer. She said it with this tone indicating I am the stupid one even asking a question that has such an obvious answer. Even I can't do anything else but to call that nice. No Buts.

With everyone staring at me like I am the first alien arriving on earth,I regret my decision for one incredibly embarassing second, then my Yolo attitude takes over once again. To tell you the true, I actually feel a little just a tiny whiny bit totally badass walking trough the crowds of eating and staring students with the first button of the blouse opened and my wand in my butt pocket. I always do that but today it kind of feels really öhm cool.

The famous owl post sadly interrupts my awesome entrance. Okay its not so sad, because I can luckily disappear in the crowd before the angry stare that caught my eye from the teacher table eats me alive or more likely the person who owns these eyes. As soon I sit down I place my wand next to my plate. I earn a few stares for that. I think that is bad manners, whoops.

The ginger twins, who kick a innocent first year out of the way so that they can sit in front of me, interrupt the stares and everyone continues eating, silently shaking their head about me. Camila who sits down besides me rolls her eyes the same time as I do, which is kind of creepy.

"So Ms Mysterious we know now that you didn't get expelled, so why are you here?", one of them directly comes to the point while letters and little packages rain down from above. I am used to that. They did it the same way at home, but because its the 21st century even in our world we adapted to a lot of technology from the muggles. Sending a whatsapp message is much faster than an owl, but it looks like the people are mostly stuck in the middle ages here. They probably don't even know what wifi is. Only a few, mostly muggle borns I think, use a phone. Well at least as far as I can see from here. Of course I don't get any mail.

I scan the food on the table. As always there is a lot of typical English breakfast food. Sorry that I don't crave eggs or baked beans or sausages or even porridge at seven in the morning. I just get myself an apple without answering. I don't want anyone to get to know anything about me. They would just pity me and I don't need that. Oh no. They can keep all of it to themselves. I just don't need any of them being curious. If they knew they wouldn't just talk about jeans. Or my piercing. Before that happens I would rather go to Azkaban freely.

"Oh come on! Just one little piece of information", they continue to pester me.

I sign. "I just moved here. What is so hard to believe in that?", I finally answer while taking the first bite. To distract myself from the annoying ginger twins I let my eyes wander over the other tables. Just typical boring scenes. Some happily share the content of their letters others compare timetables, the heads of the houses pass out. The catlady which seems to be the head of our house is also going around but she is at the far and of our table.

"Well maybe because you look like you are part of the Hells Angels", the ginger twins get my attention back to them. The Hells Angels? Seriously. I give them my best you-stupid look. They will never give up won't they? "Firstly they don't allow woman to be members and second okay ask away."

I hear a happy cheer and a high five from them. "Okay. We will start with an easy one. Whats Your name?"

"Sophie"

"Where are you from?"

"Germany", as I say that something interesting catches my eye. A really really white blonde guy from the table next to the door, which is very far away, makes his way to the table next to his. He obviously doesn't catch my eye because of that. There are a lot of people passing between the table and of course some of them are boys, but he is flanked by a really fat and tall black boy. They look like they are his bodyguards and push the people out of the way so that Blondie can move freely. How stupid is that? Can't he do that himself or just put up with all the people around him without becoming violent?

I almost miss the next question: "Why are you here?" I don't bother to answer, because I am focused on watching how the group stops next to a small Asian looking boy, who surely is a second year. He has something on the table before him. Probably a package from an overly caring mum, who is so worried about her son that she has to send a package of sweets directly on his first day.

Blondie says something and tosses the box to the ground. His bodyguards shield the boy from the rest of the table. Guess what the boys classmates do. They all slip away. Most of them are probably also second years, but I can easily see a bunch of older students who just pretend to not see how this innocent little boy, who did nothing wrong and who just wants to live a peaceful school life is tormented in front of their eyes. Those jerks! The Asian boy still sits there like a frightened mouse. I narrow my eyes. There is one thing I hate more than being here. Bullies like Blondie over there, who torment easy targets just to gain a piece of pathetic little self esteem from that. All the little cowards looking away are as pitiful as the Bully himself.

I try to force myself to look away and say: "That's none of your business" More talking to myself then to the ginger twins.

It's not my problem if the weirdos here can't even fight against one pathetic little Bully like Blondie, I repeat in my mind like a mantra. I really want to believe and live it, but as soon as Blondie grabs the little boys collar and pretends to push his face into his bowl of porridge my self control vanishes into thin air. Sometimes my brain just stops functioning.

In moments like this when I am consumed by rage I have no reason left in my body. All I can think about is the little boy, who could be my brother. I just can't stand injustice and physical abuse even less. I sigh deeply. I can't believe I am doing this.

"Hey. Who is Bully No. 1 over there?", I ask, already standing up. The ginger twins turn around to follow my gaze.

Sit pack down my always anti, inner voice whispers inside my head. Too late now, the other moral voice replies. My muscles don't wait for my approval in situations like this."Oh that's... Draco Malfoy. He is...", one of them starts to answer, but I interrupt him: "Let me guess. A pure blood with asshole parents right? And you are all so afraid of him and his big daddy?"

"Noo! ", is the immediate answer while I climb of the bench.

"Then why don't you help?"

"Just. He is not in our house and...", the twin saying that sounds so careless that I would really like to punch him just now, but I contain my anger for Blondie. What an ignorant bastard! Okay I apologize for the bad language. It's just that I would really like to destroy something right now. Poor Blondie.

"And not your problem? Ever heard of a think called stupidity?", I snap back at the twin, take my wand and aim at the group. The little boy seems to be crying silently and Blondie plus companions are busy laughing at him. Now I am fully in my anti bully mode. I feel the anger in every cell of my body.

This boy did nothing. He probably begged his mom to stay home or maybe even did something really stupid to get expelled last year. This school probably is even more hell for him than for me. I crack my neck.

When I reach the table I stop for a short second just a few meters away from them. A girl next to me is peeling an orange. "Can I have those. Thanks", I take some of the leftovers from her plate without bothering to wait for her answer. There are three easy steps in dealing with typical bullies. First you have to gain their attention. It is optimal if the way you do it already humiliates them.

With a flick of my wand I let the orange peel hover of my palm. You know there are some easy first year spells you can perform without saying the words by just picturing them in your mind.

These non-verbal spells were a subject back home. They can be really helpful when you need to react fast in battle or when you are lazy like me.

I target the closest one, which is the obese one (sorry if this sounds harsh I just don't know his name so..). When the piece of peel hits the back of his head he immediately turns around and unconsciously takes a step back, which means a clean line of fire for me. Of course I seize the chance and fire all the left over peel directly into Blondie's carefully styled hair. I begin to walk again and stop just one step in front of him.

He already spun around angrily and now tries to stare me down with a glowing look out of his grey eyes. Up close he looks really pale, although no one could deny his good looks. Defined Jawline. Full lips. He has this arrogant I am the king of the school bad boy aura. One piece of orange peel brightly contrasts against his pale hair and destroys his bad boy aura though.

Yes, I am not the tallest one here, but no drama. I respond to his stare with a fake smile. Step two get your message across in a way that shows what a pathetic, weak, little rat the bully is. The hard part is to scare him just a little so that you will stay in his mind. Never nag or appeal to his conscious because guess what, he doesn't have one.

Still smiling and playing with my wand in my hand I say in an bored tone: "Can you do me favor?" (Never forget the dramatic pause.) "You know I was watching you and thought hey if you are so afraid of picking on someone your own size I could give you a little training you know. You wouldn't have to spend your time with little boys and could finally become a real man. Then you wouldn't need the tears of a boy who is like a whole ten years younger to push up the little self esteem you have left. My last training partner is still in hospital and I think he will never be able to walk again. So I need a replacement, What are you thinking?"

Now not just Blondie and his friends stare at me with a mixture of confusion and fear in their eyes. While everyone is still paralyzed I lock my eyes with the boy. I make a gesture with my head and hope that my eyes say: "Come on get lost while you can." I am not stupid. I mean I can fight. At home I did a little Akkaido and Karate, but I can't defeat three full grown boys who are all at least three inches taller than me. Well I have my magic and I am not afraid to use it, but if the three really decide to start a fight, because I have been maybe a little too sassy, I don't want the Asian boy to get caught in the middle. I can defend myself but not him at the same time. I am not Lara Croft, okay?

Luckily he gets the hint and slips silently away. To give him a little more time I interrupt their stupid stares. "I guess I am a little too frightening then. " I shrug. "But can you tell me where you had your hair done? I love this tone really. So unnatural."

Step three: the final humiliation so that everyone looses their respect for the bully. I chose his hair, because it is so bright and maybe it is his natural color, but if everyone believes that he dyes it he will look weak. There goes his bad boy image. As a tip of the iceberg I even come closer and ruffle through it carefully not to touch the peel, we wouldn't want to destroy my master piece.

Just now I realize how completely silent the whole room is. Oh man. I hate attention. Time to get lost. With a last provocative wink I turn around. I really don't have the patience to wait until Blondie has gathered up all the pieces of his dignity and tries to answer me. To complete my cool exit I make a few steps and then turn around again. "Oh I almost forget. You have something here", I gesture at my hair. "It looks kind of weird."

Then I leave super cool and dramatic. The small crowd, which started to gather around us, parts as I come closer. They make an alley for me to pass through. I roll my eyes. When I reach the door I hear Blondie calling out angrily: "Who in hell was that?"

Oh, yes. The victorious smile never leaves my face the whole way back to the dorm. It is a little miracle that I don't get lost, but standing in front of the fat lady I realize I forgot to get my timetable. Well. I hope Camilla is a really nice girl and brings it.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Every time I think that, I bang my head against the table. Why? Why did I do that? Maan, I am not Superwoman. I just wanted to be left alone in my precious little world of hating everything and now? All my aims are destroyed because of my fucking temper. Because I fucking needed to defend this stupid little boy and his cookies. Ouch. I stop hitting myself. Well, because it really starts to hurt. Now I just sit here in Transformation class with my head on the table while the catlady explains something in the front.

Camila indeed, I just love this word, brought me my timetable, which told me that I had this stupid class after the break together with the other Griffendor's my year. That means my rommies, Browny, the one who got the heart attack because of my story yesterday, the boy with the glasses that told me the password and a bunch of others, who's faces I see now for the first time are all in the classroom as well. Another pair of twins, two Indian girls, and another ginger belong to my year. Then there are also some fifth year Hufflepuffs.

I finally learned that yellow is Hufflepuff and green Rawenclaw while I trolled behind the geek gang to our second class. It was exactly that moment, or no, even earlier when I was on the way to my first class alone that I realized I did something really dump. The students all moved out of my way when they saw me coming and of course they stared like always, but not like before with eyes full of curiosity mixed with a little condescension because of my outfit. No they smiled with respect for what I did. And maybe with a little fear. The whispers started immediately. Some gave me thumps up or just winked at me. During the break, which I just wanted to spend lying in the sun on a bench in the courtyard, a few groups of giggling girls even approached me. The younger ones looked as if they would even bow to pay me respect. All I did was to annoy some boy and they act like I saved the school from a bunch of Death Eaters. Well maybe Blondie alias Draco Malfoy, what a name, is as bad as them, but still. I don't want to be praised as the savor of the future cookie packages, because I tamed this monster. I just want to be left alone. My God. Maybe I should really set someone on fire, only to secure my personal space of course

I sign a little too loud. Browny whose real name is Hermoine,which I was forced to find out, because her arm continuously shoots up, turns and gives me a warning stare. She sits in the first row and I am the only one in the last row. Why does she even bother? Oh. I get it. Catlady alias Professor Mcgonagall stopped talking because of me. Scratching my head I look up.

I am definitely not going to apologize for, well, breathing, but she seems to expect that. "Miss. Braun because you obviously think you don't need to pay attention. I guess you already know the vanishing spell so you can show it to the whole class. Now."

The catlady must think she can embarrass me. How funny. Coincidentally I know the spell and I can perform it. Mr Schwarz taught me some stuff during the summer, because I never went back to school after the most shitty easter I ever experienced. You hopefully know what I am referring to.

"Sure", I answer and begin to stretch before getting up. Lazily I walk up to the black board. The classroom is very spacious on the left hand sun rays shine in through lots of windows. The front of the room is dominated by an old-school blackboard and the teacher's desk, covered in a lot of books. I pass exactly five rows of single tables. Those old ones, where you can store stuff under the tabletop. On the right hand side, the door whispers sweet temptations, freedom. Oh I forgot to mention that at the at the far end of the desk a really big and gross snail leaves a glittering trail. Ew. I normally don't have anything against animals, but this snail is soo disgustingly big.

Professor McGonagall examines me angrily with her small cold eyes behind her glasses. Maybe I should be a little more polite. Nahh, far too stressful. I focus on the snail and take my wand out of my back pocket.

Transformation is really hard and right now it would be kind of ehm lousy for me to fail. You need to know exactly what you want to do and the words need to be pronounced very clearly. In transformation you can't let any other thought annoy you. Luckily it's one of my favorite subjects, I am kind of good at it. Because, well, I don't know. I guess I am just good at shutting everything out. I had enough training of that. There had always been some thoughts I just didn't want in my head. To make a show I clear my throat very loudly and wink at the catlady, whose lips are pressed together in a thin line. My God it's just so much fun to annoy teachers, but now concentration. It's just me against the snail.

"Evanesco" And with a pop it just vanishes into thin air. Boom Bitch. I turn around to the Professor and shrug: "Germany is just advanced sometimes. Sorry. A little tip if you want to catch me unprepared try with something harder." Without a last glance I walk back to my seat through the silent and astonished class.

Normally I have a little more manners, but to get expelled, which is on every good way to leave here, is as you know my life aim at the moment. Or maybe I need to say I used to be more polite, but when I stopped caring about anything it included the opinion of the people around me. so. Sorry but I am so not sorry for treating a so called respect person like that. I just see no point in being nice.

The rest of the lesson catlady leaves me alone. She just shoots me angry looks sometimes. It's so boring that by the end of the lesson I almost fell asleep. Luckily the bell is so loud that I am bright awake after it rings. That wasn't as bad as I thought. At least I guess the professor won't annoy me anymore. But my day will get a lot worse soon.

I am one of the first at the door. This classroom is at the ground floor and all the hallways are like a square around the little garden in the middle, where we are supposed to spend our breaks. So to get outside into the courtyard I just have to follow the hallway turn left and then there is an archway leading outside. The people around me chat exitedly about their first day, shoot me looks and start to whisper more.

Let me guess it won't take more than twenty minutes until my little clash with catlady will be around the whole school. While walking I take my mobile out of my pocket and pluck my headphones into my ears. There is nothing better than Bring Me the Horizon against annoying looks and noises.

I reach the archway. The courtyard seems over proportional. High walls limit every edge so it normally would be smaller, but I think it is enchanted to have the size of a little park with a fountain in the middle. Trees are planted like small green isles, small graveled pathways in between the lawns and benches lead from one place to the other.

It is still warm and of course, because today is so shitty the weather must be extraordinary good. There is a totally ridiculous blue sky without any clouds and the sun. I aim for my new favorite bench. It stands a little of the hook in the shadow of an old oak tree. There it is almost silent and I can have my beloved peace. I cross over the last lawn. A bunch of first years jump away. They always move in those big packs to cover up their insecurity, how annoying. Man I think annoying and stupid are my new words of the year.

Happy to finally have time to think on my own without any stares or whispers or I sit down on the small wooden bench and scroll down my playlist. Finally I find my fav song. With a yawn I lie down. For a moment I stare at the green wall made of leaves above my head. Some lonely sunbeams find their way through and make me sleepy with their warm touch on my cheeks. I close my eyes and for the first time I am completely and utterly relaxed. S.p.i.r.i.t spirit let hit it.

But you know I gave you the hint that things will get far more than bad. I am just allowed to listen to this one song until it ends. That is probably the only reason why I hear an unknown person clearing his throats.

Yes I am still alive :D I hope it won't take that long to update in the future, but you know my sister is some lazy ass. Juts joking she is awesome :-)

Just one thing. I am very surprised how many people read my first chapter already :o Thanks for that. You know I have another story on my profile on its in German, so if you like check it out ( Hahaha what a bad product placement). I wanted to say that there when I uploaded the first chapter I didn't even get half the views so WOW and its soo international :DD That's soo cool. Well okai that's it with my happy shoutout. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and you want to continue reading. As always I really really would appreciate it if you leave me your opinion :D

Then...

Bye until the next catastrophe.

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Ps: Yes I know I am a sadist for ending with a cliffhanger. Sorry :D