This is a sort of drabble.I don't own Harry Potter. Rowen is based off the 12 yr old me.
"I can't believe she actually guessed it right." Hermione facepalmed.
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are currently getting a talking-to from Hermione Granger, who looked like she is having a massive migraine. With her hair all messy and the exhausted look on her face.
They are currently near the Entrance of the Great hall; it's the first day of school.
"who guessed right?" Ron, always the one to talk without thinking, blurted out. Harry stomped on his toe. "OW! Hey!"
Hermione just rubbed her forehead, "when you two didn't appear on the train, someone told me that you probably flew to the school in a car." She took a deep breath, "And she just has to hit the nail on the head."
the two shared a look.
"Wot?"
Right that moment, a girl, probably their year appeared somewhere over Hermione's shoulder.
"Good Morning Granger."
"Rowen!" Hermione jumped as she turned to face the newly appeared girl. Harry scanned the girl from head to toe; She has blue tinted raven hair and azure eyes, she looked quite mature, and seemed underweight... she's also a... Slytherin?!
"I see these two rash idiots are here." The girl, Rowen, had her lips pulled into an amused smirk, "I am Rowen Lavinia. Pleasure."
"You are a Slytherin!" Ron exclaimed, "Hermione, what are you thinking?! Talking to her? She's a bloody slimy snake!"
Rowen only raised an eyebrow, "I am cunning, ambitious, and a so-called pureblood. Problem?"
Harry can only gape when the girl turned towards Hermione and started discussing complex transfiguration equations and runes with her, and the two strolled away to the tables.
Before they walked out of his hearing range, Harry just happened to hear a small part of their conversation.
"So, Rowen, what are you having for breakfast?"
Lavinia only frowned.
"What is breakfast, some kind of new spell?"
And here you go — Rowen who fails to see the importance of Breakfast.