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A/N: Here's chapter three, please do enjoy!

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Chapter 3:

I smirked into my plate as the four continued to stare at me, completely dumbfounded. I was getting similar reactions from the rest of the students. I didn't really mind though, I was actually enjoying it. Finally, Sirius broke the silence.

"You're Gwendolyn Taylor…" he said blankly.

"Wow, you're right!" I said with a smile on my face, obvious sarcasm evident in my voice.

"The Gwendolyn Taylor?" he continued, completely ignoring my smart-ass comment, "The daughter of the Magical President of America?"

"You read the news, don't you?" I said with a bubbly little tone. I was really enjoying this.

"Is it true?" James asked excitedly.

"Is what true?" I asked as I took a scoop of mashed potatoes and shoved them into my mouth. I swallowed; then turned and continued, "That I'm his daughter? I thought you could guess 'yes' seeing as that was sort of impl-"

"No, not that," he said quickly, "Is everything about YOU true?"

I was suddenly struck with a very mischievous expression. My eyes lit up like a match, the flames burning brightly.

"Perhaps…" I said with a mysterious tone, "You never know what people are being told these days, what with the press and all…"

I went back to eating like this was an average, everyday conversation… Well there was no lie to that, this was an average conversation for me. After switching schools as much as I have and doing as much… stuff… then you kind of get used to it; including your father constantly breathing down your neck.

While I was contemplating all this, James suddenly stuck his hand out for me to shake. I stared down at it with a raised eyebrow. I had never gotten a reaction like that; usually just dumbstruck looks of admiration. I stared up at him for a second, then I hesitantly took his hand.

"You have no idea how much of a pleasure it is to meet you," He said with a bright smile.

Sirius quickly yanked my hand from his.

"This is an honor-"

"Please don't kiss my hand again," I said quickly, ripping it back with disgust. They all laughed, including Sirius.

Remus was the next to speak, "We've heard great things about you." I raised both my eyebrows this time. Did my father bribe the journalist to spew a whole bunch of shit about what a wonderful daughter I am?

"Great things?" I asked hesitantly. I really didn't want these people to think I was a-. I shuddered; I didn't even want to think about it.

"Yea," James said happily, "Like how you got kicked out of Salem for lighting your professor's sleeping quarters on fire."

I laughed, completely forgetting my previous fears.

"Yes, well, he didn't need to call me an abomination to the art of Potion making…" I said plainly, "I do have my pride!"

"Or the time you got expelled from what's-its-face for setting a pack of two headed buffalo loose in the greenhouses… pure genius!" Sirius said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Yea!" Peter piped up, "but I've always wondered, what on earth is a bufflahow?"

I stared at him for a moment with an "uhhhh" sort of expression and then turned back to the sexy man that is Sirius.

"Yardale Academy, and it was in the Quodpot field… I set the schools' giant wasps off in the greenhouses in Pembroke… but I didn't get expelled."

They all laughed at that. Peter then squeaked: "You're my idol!"

"Ugh Pete, don't freak her out!" James said with an eye roll.

"Yeah!" Sirius chipped in then turning to me saying, "We'd like you to consider us your equals so to say. Plus Pete, I thought I was your idol." He added turning to the boy with a pout.

Peter shrugged nervously and added, "Yo- you both are!"

I raised an eyebrow at Sirius curiously, totally ignoring the whole Peter-Sirius debacle.

"You can say we're a bit like you… have you never heard of the Marauders?" James asked expectantly.

I tried to bite back a smile. Was he trying to say that he was as much of a prankster as me?

"Sorry buddy, I've got no idea who you are."

James and Sirius frowned at that. Peter looked at both of them and decided he needed to frown too. While the other guy, Remus I believe just shook his head with a little smile.

Wow, those two seemed like they needed just as much of an ego deflation as I did. I think I just found my new friends. I continued to eat as the two decided it was a good time to tell me about there own exploits. A few actually made me laugh, these "Marauders" were pretty cool people.

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I woke up the next morning yawning loudly. I looked around the large circular "dormitory" as the British called it and smiled.

This school wasn't too bad. It was a lot more interesting than my others. Then again, my previous schools weren't castles! The others in the room seemed to have already woken up and left.

I got up and dragged myself to the bathroom to get ready. About an hour later, I finally made my way down the stairs to find the common room completely deserted. I raised my eyebrows as I looked around the room. Glancing at the clock, I gasped. It was 11:20! Classes started at nine!

I quickly grabbed my bag and hurried out of the portrait hole. I stopped mid-way down the hallway, realizing that I had absolutely no idea where I was going. Seeing as 1: I didn't know my way around the castle, and 2: I didn't know what class I was supposed to be in.

I got worried for a second, then a thought hit me. Why was I acting like a complete moron? Why do I care whether I made it to class or not? Maybe I was turning over a new leaf, starting fresh, trying not to get in trouble...

I stopped and thought about that for a second, then quickly burst out laughing. Since when did I, Gwen Taylor, give a damn if I got in trouble or not?

Maybe it was because I actually liked this school, and I didn't want to get kicked out? I pondered this for a moment then shrugged. Who cares? I could get my father to send me to Beauxbatons, I always thought that school would be cool…

I would have to tell my dad not to send me there, of course... seeing as he's always trying to "punish" me. That is why he sent me to England…He has no idea that I planned for him to, for the President he can be a tad bit stupid.

I'd just have to tell him that I disliked the French or something… Not that I do, I love their language, it sounds so cool! Too bad I only know a couple words… 'Well,' I thought as I started to continue walking down the hallway, 'I better get cracking!'

And with that I rounded the corner, ready to do a bit of exploring.

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I managed to go until around two without being caught. That woman McFortheloveofgodicannotrememberhername found me after I just came out of a secret passageway, good thing I closed it first. Did I mention this school had secret passageways?

She had given me this long speech about how I shouldn't skip class and this was a really serious matter. She had given me a detention, saying that it would be more next time. At least she figured out there would be a next time…

I liked McGriffin. I have a feeling that others- wait… I KNOW others probably dislike her, but she's what I like to call a "challenge teacher". They're the ones who like to keep everyone in their place, not taking any flattery or bribes (yes bribes) to sway their decisions. Basically, they take no shit from anyone. I call them "challenge teachers" because I've only been able to tame one in my lifetime, and I must say they have admirable qualities.

Her stern expression was on full force. I'm sure her glare could scare even the ugliest hag away.

"Now," she said her tone not any different (I must say it's rather strange how you can detect glares through people's voices…). "You better get to class before I decide to deduct more points!"

I gave her my "oh-look-at-me-I'm-the-cutest-and-most-innocent-angel-ever" smile, the one I reserved especially for teachers.

"Sure thing!" I said happily, I turned around and tried to walk away, but McGonagall is a pretty smart broad.

"Ms Taylor," I turned back, my smile in place, "I do assume that you have received your schedule?"

"Of course!" I said with a loud laugh and large smile, "I would have asked you for one if I needed it!"

She raised her eyebrows at me, not showing a sign of weakness. I knew that she knew that I was lying. And I knew that she knew that I knew that she knew that I was lying… The challenges always knew.

"Well then," her mouth was the only thing that moved a muscle. Even her eyes remained trained on me, unblinking and transfixed. "Hand me your schedule so that I may point you in the right direction."

I stared back evenly. I didn't want to give up, but unless I knew how to make an accurate schedule appear out of midair I had no other choice. I put my hand in my pocket, frowning.

"Oh dear…" I said with a false worried expression, "Oh no! I've seemed to have forgotten it in my… dormitory…" That word was still so foreign to me.

Her expression didn't change at all. But an aura did seem to surround her slightly, barely noticeable, whether it was good or bad I had absolutely no idea.

She didn't speak for a moment, but when she did it seemed as if she had come to an unspoken decision.

"Well, that is rather unfortunate," she said finally, "And I wouldn't want you to miss anymore class to retrieve your missing schedule…" She then pulled out her wand and whispered an unknown cantation quietly under her breath.

A piece of slightly yellowed parchment appeared out of nowhere. She looked at it for a moment then nodded her head slightly to herself.

"As, yes, Charms that's right down the hallway and up the first set of stairs on your right. Then down the hall on your left, down the second staircase, and through the hall. It'll be the sixth door on your left." She then handed me my schedule and turned to leave.

I stared at the paper blankly for a moment. Looking it over, I found that I was indeed supposed to be in Charms. I smiled widely and started to walk down the hallway when I stopped and turned around.

"Um McG, where exactly is Charms again?"

Professor McGonagall who was already halfway down the hall, swiftly turned around, a stern expression on her face.

"10 points from Gryffindor, it is Professor McGonagall," she then stared at me for a second and then started to walk back towards me, "and seeing as I don't trust you to make the journey alone, I will escort you." She said in her usual tone.

"Right, thanks Prof," I said as I stood there, waiting for her to take the lead.

She did, but not before giving me a small frown. After a long walk, up and down staircases, through hall after hall, we finally made it to the Charms classroom. I could hear a squeaky voice talking on the other end. I bit my lip to control my laughter. If that was my professor, I was going to have a bit of trouble paying attention to what he was saying… not that I usually do.

It didn't really matter though, seeing as my grades were pretty high. Something that even till this day, I will never understand. Charms was my best subject, maybe because I used them all the time? Who knows?

McGonagall knocked politely on the door. Something I never did… never know what you could find on the other side. I loved anything remotely exciting/dangerous.

The squeaky little man called for us to enter, which we did, McGonagall in the lead. I followed quietly behind her. Why did I have to get caught? I could be lost in the school right about now, trying to find another secret passageway or something. Oh well, guess I had to go to class sometime.

I tuned in to the conversation that McGonagall was holding with uh… I looked around and spotted a tiny man standing on a stack of books. I choked on my laughter, quickly disguising it as a cough. I guess that explains the mousey voice.

What was his name? I looked down at my schedule, Flitwick. Ok then. McGonagall was talking to him, rather loudly I must add. I rolled my eyes, don't these people know that stuff like this only boosts my ego? 'When will they learn?' I thought sadly as McGonagall told Flitwick about how she found me wandering the halls.

I looked around the room; there were Gryffindors and… some other people. They had blue and bronze patches. I thought back to the Great Hall sorting last night. Ravenclaws… that's what they were. I saw James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter all giving me questioning expressions. I rolled my eyes at them, pointing at McGonagall with my eyes, causing them to all snigger into their hands.

"Well," McGonagall said finally, "I'll let you get back to your lesson," she then turned to me and added, "And I'll be seeing you, Ms. Taylor, in my office tonight at eight for your detention. If you're late, be prepared to face the consequences."

She then left without another word. I turned to Flitwick and he cheerfully told me to take a seat. Great, a pushover, I looked around and then headed to the very back of the room, my favorite place. Apparently the Marauders (weird name I must say) felt the same way. However, there were still a couple of vacant seats so I continued back there.

"Hey," I said as I sat down.

"Hey," Sirius replied back in a whisper, "Why didn't you come to class?"

"Slept in," I said in return, not even bothering to whisper.

"Till when?" Remus asked, "How long have you been wondering the halls?"

"Um… about 11:30 or so," I replied, a pensive look on my face, "I got caught at two by McGonagall, got detention… then ten points off (whatever that means) when I called her McG again. Oh! Did you know there are secret passageways in this school?"

They stared at me like I grew three heads or something.

"You found a passageway already?" James asked, shell-shocked.

"Uh… yeah," I replied confused, "two to be exact. Why, is that a bad thing?"

"A bad thing?" Peter replied in a newly adopted squeaky tone, reminding me oddly of Flitwick.

"It took us two days to find our first passageway!" Sirius said in an amazed whisper.

I smiled, "Well," I said, half joking, half serious, "You are dealing with the best jokester/explorer/extreme trouble maker known to man-kind!"

They just shook their heads at me as I stood… uh, sat in my proud stance. I really do have a big ego, don't I?

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A/N: What do you think? Next chapter Gwen meets Lily, what will happen?! And, yes, this is a Sirius/OC fic. I know it doesn't seem like it know, but the story is just getting started!