Chapter Two
[A few years in the future]
Rebecca Stone sighed heavily, looking almost longingly at her scrambled eggs and glass of milk. This was her third year at Hogwarts, and she hated being a third-year. She was never quite old enough for her taste. She flicked her head to the side to get her blonde bangs out of her eyes, and the rest of her ringlets followed the quick motion.
At least I'm in Slytherin, she thought, snorting into her breakfast, catching the eye of an older student sitting kitty-corner from her. She finished off her eggs and bacon and grabbed her bags, heading off to a first hour Charms.
...
After Charms class, which wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, Rebecca packed up her things and left the room, buried in her thoughts and not paying attention to where she was going until she ran into something very solid.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the thing said. Looking up, Rebecca saw a tall, gangly kid with dark brown, spiked hair and a kind, tannish face.
"Watch where you're going." Rebecca snapped angrily, her green eyes narrowing. She knew she was technically in the wrong, but this kid just peeved her for some reason.
"Well, excuse me. But you were the one doing the going," he said, chuckling slightly. Her rude attitude amused him slightly.
"You were the one blocking the hallway!" Rebecca snarled.
"I'm sorry," he said sarcastically, "but have we met?" He was slightly offended and taken aback with her callousness.
"I certainly hope not," Rebecca said. She did not want him to know that she was a third-year. He looked like an older kid and it was probably to her advantage to keep up the bitchy attitude instead of acting her age.
He smiled sweetly. "I'm Kevin, what's your name?"
"I have to go to class now," she answered, brushing past him and stalking off.
She ended up spending her open period in the library, steaming about that boy she had run into. What a pompous jerk, she thought angrily. She chose to ignore the fact that she was the one being a huge bitch to him. But he had been blocking the hallway. So it was his fault, she concluded. She just hoped she never had to see him again.