I'm baaack. Too bad no one reads this...

Oliver's POV

I followed Fred and George and their new best friend Orianna. We rushed to find a carriage to the castle.

"Oi, I see an empty one over there!" said Fred. We all walked over to it. Orianna stepped in first, then Fred and George. I sat down in the last empty spot, next to Orianna.

And yes, I noticed how she scooted further away from me. Now the hottest girl I've ever met can't stand even being near me. Fantastic. She struck up conversation with the twins about her school in America, and to be honest, I just tuned them out.

"Oliver!" A high pitched voice rang out. "I've been looking all over for you!"

Great. Colette Spatts, seventh year Gryffindor. I hooked up with her once last year and she's been obsessed with me ever since. Although the twins said she was obsessed with me long before then. To be fair though, it was at a Gryffindor victory party, and I might have been a little... intoxicated.

I put on a fake smile. "Colette, nice to see you again." If Fred and George didn't stop laughing...

"Oh Ollie, isn't this great, now we can ride to the castle together. I'm so glad I found you!" she squealed. She then decided to climb into the carriage and plop down onto my lap. I looked over to see Orianna watching me and Colette with a disgusted expression on her face. She looked away quickly, then shared a glance with George, rolling her eyes. Great, so this girl has been in my company for less than a day, and she already seems to hate me.

Orianna cleared her throat, trying to break the awkward tension that had settled in once Colette noticed Orianna sitting next to be, then proceeded to glare at her for the ride.

"Um, anyway, how do they pick what house you are in?" she asked Fred and George.

Colette snorted. "Are you thick? How do you not know? The only people that don't know are first years."

"And transfer students..." George mumbled.

"Ohhh, a transfer. What was wrong with your old school?" she asked.

"Oi Colette, shut up will you?" Fred asked.

"Oh it's alright Fred, I'll answer the question." Orianna said as she cut of Fred. She turned to Colette and smiled a little too sweetly. "My father decided he wanted me to get my NEWTS at school instead of being homeschooled by a wizard tutor while I attended a muggle high school. And he wanted to live closer to him here in England."

"An American transfer student. Well Hogwarts must be lowering it's standards if they accepted from a muggle school. What is a high school anyway?" Colette asked in a rather snobbish tone.

Orianna shared yet another glance and eyeroll with the twins. "High school is a four year school for students ages 14-18. It's like the older half of wizarding schools," she explained in a bored tone, clearly choosing to ignore Colette's comments about Americans and muggles.

"Well if it's so great, why didn't you stay..." she mumbled under her breath.

Orianna's head snapped around, glared at Colette, then at me. "I wish I had, it wasn't exactly my choice."

At that point, we had pulled up to the castle, and Orianna stood up, jumped out of the carriage, and walked into the castle.

Orianna's POV

So I hadn't even set foot into the school, and I already had three new enemies. Luckily I had two new friends in Fred and George as well. In the meantime, I was trying to find a teacher or someone, as I began to realize I was most likely lost.

Then a voice snapped me out of my wanderings.

"Can I help you Ms... what IS your name?"

I turned around to see an man with greasy black hair. Well at least with his style sense he won't know who I am.

"I'm Orianna Waverly, the transfer student."

"Ah yes, Dumbledore mentioned you were coming. I am Professor Snape. Would you like to tell me why you were wandering aimlessly around the castle. You should be with the first years outside the Great Hall."

"Sorry, I was lost and didn't know where I was going."

"Well, try to keep up in the future."

And then he walked off without any warning at a fast pace.

Oliver's POV

So after Orianna stormed into the castle, Fred and George tried to catch up with her, but she was too fast. Or was she just too eager to get away from us. Anyway, we hadn't seen her since.

Fred leaned over to George.

"She's probably lost in the castle," he whispered.

Unfortunately, Colette, who was still following me around, heard this.

"Well that dumb bitch deserves it. Who does she think she is? No new girl should have an attitude like that," she spat at Fred.

George snorted. "It's not an attitude, she's funny. You're just jealous cause she's famous, and prettier than you."

With that Colette turned around to talk to her similarly superficial friends.

"The sorting is almost over and she isn't here," George said to Fred.

"I'm sure she'll be fine," I snapped. I was so tired of hearing about Orianna. As much as I didn't like Colette, I agreed with her. Orianna's attitude was kind of annoying.

Fred and George snickered.

"You're just pissed she doesn't like you, so you don't have a chance at getting her to hook up with you. Besides, she's a model, so she probably has blokes much more famous and much more attractive than you falling all over her."

I decided not to honor that with a response.

Dumbledore stood up.

"So I know that you all are ready for the feast." That brought a lot of anxious, excited whispers. "However, there is one more item of business I must address." This brought groans. "Now now, I think you will find this quite interesting. In addition to the first years, there will be one more new student, a transfer student, going into seventh year. I would like you to welcome her as any normal student. So please welcome Miss Orianna Waverly."

The Great Hall doors opened and in walked Orianna. She didn't appear nervous at all, despite the fact that the entire student body of Hogwarts staring at her as she walked up the Sorting Hat. And some of the looks the male population of Hogwarts were giving her were even making me uncomfortable.

Well maybe those creeps would make me look better in her eyes.

Orianna made her way up to the Sorting Hat, maintaining her calm demeanor. She didn't kept her face blank and her stride smooth, and didn't make eye contact with anyone. Or she didn't until she walked by a certain Vincent McMahon at the Slytherin table. He smiled at her as she walked by, and she glanced down at him a gave a small smile.

That made me mad. She will smile at one of the biggest assholes at Hogwarts, who gets with even more girls than I do, but she hates me, even though she only met me today.

I glanced at Fred and George. Guessing by the looks on their faces, they noticed the exchange too.

"How does she know him?" Fred hissed.

"I don't know. Sucks though, I actually really like her, don't want her to get hurt by McMahon over there," George said.

We turned back to watch Orianna get sorted. She had just sat down on the stool and pulled the hat over her head. She got a little crease in between her eyebrows, and she looked thoughtful yet confused. Then her face formed a small frown.

The hat yelled out "GRYFFINDOR!"

No surprises here...

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