~Present Day 1995~

"Oh no!" cried Eloise. I glanced up to see her pressing and poking at her face. "I've got more spots! This is a disaster! I look hideous." I rolled my eyes and tossed the book I was reading over my shoulder.

"You do realize that your just putting more oil on your face by doing that." I sighed. I don't know how many times I had told her that in the past week. She glared at me through the mirror.

"So what? They have to go now! I want them gone today! I get sick of looking at myself in the mirror!" I was sick of her looking in the mirror as well. She pulled out her wand. "Even if I have to blow them off my face." she cleared her throat ready to say a spell.

"No!" I screamed tackling her. "Are you bloody insane. Eloise?" I growled as I wrestled her wand out of her hand. "You could get yourself killed!"

"I don't care, Wagaye! I'm going to die ugly either way. I'd rather die without these horrendous pimples all over my face!" Eloise said coldly before kicking me off her. "Now give me my wand!"

I held it behind my back. "No, Eloise it's not that bad. Why don't you use that solution your parents got for you?" I wouldn't let her have her wand. It would just all go up in flames. Literal flames. She was crap at spells. Two years ago she nearly cursed off her nose in the Hufflepuff common room. When I visited her in the Hospital Wing Professor Sprout, Hufflepuff head as well as Herbology teacher, was in the midst of giving her a lecture how inside beauty conquered all and how Outside beauty never mattered. In other words she should have just come right out and said 'Dear, I'm afraid your nose is crooked. Therefore you will probably need all the inside beauty you can get.'

"It doesn't work!" she whined. "Seriously give me back my wand! I have to meet up with Hannah Abbott later!" She looked close to tears. She'd always been quite the cry baby.

I tossed it to her. "Alright go on then! See if I care when you blow up the most important thing on your body! Then where will you be!" I said glaring daggers at her hoping one would pierce some sense into her.

"I won't." she huffed pocketing her wand before grabbing her satchel. "Are you sure you don't want to come?" she offered politely. But I could tell she didn't want me there. Hell, I didn't want to be there.

"And listen to her go on and on how she decides to stalk Neville like a creeper instead of actually being human enough to talk to him? No thanks." I said sarcastically. It was true though. I disliked Hannah very much. If any one deserved to be in Hufflepuff it was her. She was really quite pathetic actually.

"Suit yourself. Personally, I like how she talks about Neville it's-"

"Hilarious? Ludicrous? Maddening?" I offered.

"I was going to say sweet. Thank you." she growled. She was rather touchy on the subject of Neville Longbottom. I wouldn't doubt if she fancied him. She moved towards the door.

"Sweet? I'd rather shag Vincent Crabbe then say that was sweet." I said cringing.

"Be careful what you wish for. You might just regret saying that little remark." Eloise said before walking out the door. I shook my head.

There were times I could stand Eloise and there were times I rather wanted to rip the hair out of her head. Most of the time it was when I wanted to rip the hair out of her head. We were friends. Well, she thought I was her friend. And at one point in time I was until she grew to like Hannah Abbott. Don't get me wrong I'm not the least bit jealous. But she was my only friend at the time. I had tried to hang around the both of them but it just grew out of the point of toleration I could do.

Hannah Abbott was just about as annoying as Lavender Brown. The girl was hopeless! The very first day of classes when we had double with Hufflepuff Eloise hit it right off with the twit. Her and Eloise talked hours on end about Neville Longbottom. It was more then I could take. So then began my adventures in solitude. Of course, Hermione Granger always pestered me to come join her, Wonder Boy, and the Human Vacuum. Most of the time I would take her up on her offer. I knew I really enjoyed their company.

I got off my bed and headed towards the common room. "OI! Opal!" someone called. I turned to see Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan. Eloise swore Seamus liked me. Either way I could never tell. "Come're!" Seamus motioned. I smirked and walked over to the both of them.

"What is it?" I said stiffly. Across the room Lavender Brown was glaring at me. She was sure he liked her. I had heard her telling Pavarti last year before the Yule Ball. She had been right when he asked her too and they did date for a while until she was the one to break up with him when Pavarti told her Ron Weasley liked her. Which wasn't true to say the least.

"Do 'ya believe all this shite Potter's sayin'?" he whispered to me. I looked at Dean who had a rather stony look over him. I could tell he didn't like where this was going.

"Seamus, I'm not saying I don't and I'm not saying I do. But I don't think that really is of your concern if I did." I said sharply crossing my arms. He flushed a deep red his temper flaring.

"It was only a simple question, Opal no need to get your knickers all bundled in a knot." he hissed.

"What was the real reason you called me over, Seamus?" I asked a little skeptic that that was the reason he had needed my attention.

"Never mind. It don't matter now." he always had awful grammar. He glanced away dismissing me.

"Really? Okay then." I said shrugging before walking out the portrait hole. I needed to get to the library without being sidetracked with the likes of him.

"Wagaye!" Lavender Brown caught up with me. Or her for that matter. I groaned inwardly. "Wait up!"

'She'll go away. Just keep moving. She'll go away. Just keep mov-'

"WAGAYE!" Lavender shouted more forcefully. I turned around.

"Lavender?" I said as she grabbed my arm looping it through her's.

"Where are we going at this fine hour?" she asked falsely sweet that she made me want to vomit all over her shiny shoes.

"I was going to the library." I said putting out the stress on 'I'.

"Really now? So your not going anywhere special?" she pressed on.

"No. Unless you count studying."

"Not anywhere cozy to hang out?"

"I never thought of the library as cozy."

"Not anywhere to, oh I dunno, meet with somebody?" She thought I was meeting up with Seamus.

"Not unless you count Bathilda Bagshot company." I joked.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" we came to a halt as she whirled me around. "Are you meeting Seamus?" Bingo. Told you.

"No Lavender. I'm not." I sighed. Has anyone noticed I sigh a lot?

"Do you think of Seamus in any romantic way?" she nearly shouted. In my ear if I do add.

"He resembles a pig." I said blandly.

"Good-wait! He does not!" she shrieked. I wrenched my arm out of her grasp. "Goodbye Lavender!" I called over my shoulder before trekking on to the Library. I found an empty table and threw my books on the surface. I had barely read the title page and started writing my name on the top of a parchment when I heard someone drop down next to me. "Wagaye."

For the love of Merlin. Am I some kind of pet? I slowly took my time to look up.

"Okay, here it goes. I have something to ask you." said Hermione. Of course she would be in here. I slammed my book shut. She jumped back a bit.

"Doesn't everyone?" I hissed.

"If your busy I can ask later." she said softly standing up.

"No. no. It doesn't matter now." I glared waving it off.

She grinned. "Great!" she sat back down. "How would you like to join a rebellion group?"

"Hermione, if it's that S.P.E.W. crap," I started.

"No. It is not." she cut me off taking offense that I had called her organization crap. "It's nothing like that. It's a Defense group and as you know DADA isn't, well isn't exactly proper teaching at the moment. We have decided to start a class."

"What's it called?" I asked suddenly interested. I hated Umbridge with a passion.

"Dumbledore's Army." she beamed proudly. "Harry's going to teach us defensive spells."

I should have known ole' Wonder Boy would be the tutor. "How do I sign up?"

"Hold on." she bent down and pulled out a very long parchment out of her bag. "Here." she handed me a quill. "I knew you would."

"Hang on. I didn't say that. I said how do I sign up. Why would you take that for a yes?" I said half jokingly knowing she was about to take this seriously.

Hermione blushed. "Oh, sorry then." she stammered before hastily folding the parchment back up. "I was for sure you out of all people would sign up."

She thought wrong. There was something that was holding me back from signing up just right away.

"Sorry, Hermione." I shrugged. "Maybe later, yeah?"

"Alright." she cleared her throat. "Well, I best be off. Ron and Harry were supposed to meet with me at the common room. But seriously, Wagaye. Give it some thought." she gave me a curt smile before hurrying away.

If it had just been me I would sign up. But it wasn't just me that was holding myself back. It was my Grandmother.

Author's Note: Yes we realize that we jumped from 1st year to 5th year. But do realize that that was just a set up that would come to play later. We will be doing a lot of Wagaye's life in those flashback moments. Like the next chapter. When we introduce you to her Grandmother. Who was mentioned last chapter.

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