A/N: Sorry for not updating in so long. Thanks for all the favourites and subscribes! Just to tell you, so you're not confused, I plan on changing my username to KaruiTiger. Not much to say about this chapter so... R&R.
Ron and Harry had gone off to a hut on the edge of the woods to meet Hagrid, so Allison had decided to read one of the few muggle books she had brought to Hogwarts with her. Sitting in one of the plush green loveseats of the common room she opened to tthe first page. The words of Shakespeare filled the young girl's mind, portraying the gorgeous hilarity from 'THE COMEDY OF ERRORS'. Allison smiled to herself and drowned out the world around her. Or at least tried to.
"Hullo, what're you reading?" A voice cut into Allison's thoughts. She looked up, mildly irritated to have been interrupted. A dark skinned boy plopped down next to her.
"Comedy of Errors." Allison said coldly. She glanced at the boy, confirming he was Blaise Zabini. A sarcastic boy who liked fooling around, from what Allison knew. She scooted aside as much as possible.
"Never heard of it." The boy said, smiling.
"Then you must have grown up a wizard." Allison said it like an insult. She scrunched her eyebrows together in effort to concentrate on her book.
"Don't act like you didn't either." Blaise laughed, obviously having a great time. Allison, on the other hand, was not.
The girl's orange flecked eyes sparked as she snapped her book shut. "What do you mean? Is it wrong to be born to a family of NORMAL people?" She stared hard at the bright green fire in front of her.
"Wait, you're a muggle born? How'd you get into Slytherin?" Blaise said.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Allison muttered.
"Oh. What's your name?" Blaise seemed to change the topic on purpose.
"I'm Allison Breswel." Allison said. She glanced at Blaise.
"Im-"
"Blaise Zabini. I know. Unlike you I never forget a face."
"I think remembering you is in my best interests." This shocked Allison. Why was he being nice to her? Most of the Slytherins were huge jerks.
"That's odd..." Allison said.
"What?" Blaise asked.
"You're being nice. And you're a Slytherin." Allison stared at him in awe.
"Not all of us are idiots, Allison. SOME of us are quite gentlemanly."
Allison snorted. "I doubt that." Blaise pretended to be hurt.
"How rude!" They laughed. Allison eventually opened her book and explained Shakespeare to Blaise. He seemed genuinely intrigued. Together they read through a few lines, both over exaggerating to a huge extant, giggling at the odd wording.
. . .
Ron and Harry made their way across the grass. Ron looked at Harry, contentedly walking without a care in the world. Stopping, Ron cleared his throat.
"I think that maybe, um, we should, uh..." He trailed off, not knowing exactly how to phrase what he wanted to say.
"What is it?" Harry gestured for Ron to keep walking. Ron did.
"It's just... We shouldn't be talking to Allison too much."
"Ron, I've already told you she's not evil." Harry rolled his eyes.
"There isn't a witch or wizard from Slytherin that ever did something good, Harry! There has to be a reason a muggle born got in. She must be doubly bad."
"But Allison is nice. She doesn't like the Slytherins any more than us." Harry protested. They had reached a small wooden hut.
"Fine. But if she kills us I'm blaming you." Ron stated as a loud bark came from the hut.
. . .
Allison sat down at the Gryffindor table on Thursday. She had been doing so often enough that she hardly got a glance from the other students.
"We have flying lessons today." She said happily. Harry groaned and Ron looked annoyed about something. "What is it? Aren't you excited? We get to learn to fly on a broom!"
"Fred and George told me the brooms here are the worst. You can't even turn smoothly." Ron groaned.
"Well, why are you upset, Harry?" Allison tilted her head to see the boy blushing.
"I just... I don't want to fall and look like a fool..." He muttered.
"...In front of Malfoy. I understand, but don't worry. If he decides to give you crap I'll hex him, right in the face!" Allison punched the air, sleeves trailing dangerously close to the pudding.
Hermione, sitting a little away from the three, looked at them disapproving. "And then, Neville, if you turn right you should lean..." She continued lecturing Neville about quidditch. They both seemed nervous- Hermione especially.
In fact, the whole of first year seemed nervous. The only ones acting calm were Allison and... Draco. Draco had been going on about his state-of-the-art broom ever since he arrived at Hogwarts, complaining about not being able to join the quidditch team at any given time. It bored Allison to no end, but any other Slytherin hung onto his word with total interest.
. . .
"Um, Professor McGonagall... I'm having some trouble." Allison muttered. Allison ignored the massive amounts of snide comments she received. She was ahead of them all by three lessons, at least, so they shouldn't be laughing.
"Don't worry dear, it was bound to happen eventually. Now what seems to be the problem?"
"I can't get the cricket to sit still." Allison's cheeks flushed a dull red.
"Can you do an immobility spell yet?"
"Uh, no."
"How about I get someone to hold it still for you?" McGonagall asked for volunteers.
Allison expected no one to raise their hand. And in truth, only one person did, and even he seemed tentative. It was the boy she had met the night before. Blaise. McGonagall ushered him over.
"It seems you're none too popular, Miss Breswel." He picked up the cricket, pinching it between thumb and forefinger.
"I'm popular, just not in the good way. These people hate me." Allison rolled her eyes and started waving her wand.
"Well, I guess being so good at everything has its downfalls." Blaise smiled at her, crookedly.
"I'm not great at everything, just most things." Allison laughed and the cricket in Blaise's hand turned into a smal mushroom.
. . .
Allison glanced at Harry-standing across from her. She noticed his broom had already jumped to his hand.
"Guess I should get a move on." She muttered. "Up!" The broom jumped into her hand as soon as she spoke. "Ha. Pretty cool."
"Pretty WHAT?" Pansy, standing next to Allison, said.
"Oh, uh, nothing." Allison looked down in shame; she had let her perfect accent slip.
A/N: Yeah, Allison's not from Britain... But we'll save that talk for later e v e
