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Chapter 7

The next morning found Gwen rolling out of bed early having barely gotten any sleep the previous night with all the thoughts running through her mind. 'How could that horrible man possibly be her father?! He was so mean to her friend and didn't seem to even like kids! There was no way that they were related! She never knew her mom, but there was no way that man fathered her!' And so, her thoughts continued as she mechanically started to get ready for the day.

As she was starting to get dressed, she grabbed the horrible school skirt and started to put it on before pausing, staring at the offending garment. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Gwen threw the skirt down and put on her favorite pair of muggle pants with her school shirt and robes and proceeded to gather up the rest of her school skirts. She took them into the bathroom and put them in a pile on the middle of the floor. Looking down at the pile, she pointed her finger at the garments and muttered what would have sounded like gibberish to anyone who would have heard it before the pile of skirts burst into flames and quickly burned out and left a pile of ash in its place. With a smile on her small face she made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Gwen strode into the Great Hall and made her way to the Gryffindor table towards where she saw Harry and the others. At first, there was no one really looking her way except for glances as this had quickly just become accepted of her, but she noticed that the gazes would quickly jerk back and stare at her as she walked; and she knew exactly why she was receiving these stares for instead of the standard school skirt that girls were supposed to wear, she was wearing bright pink muggle jeans! She thought the color contrasted nicely with her black shirt and robes and made her pants color pop all the more and she loved it!

She sat down beside Harry just like the other day and turned towards her friend…and promptly burst out laughing at the look on his face! Her three companions all had shocked looks on their faces with their mouths hanging open!

"Gwen!" Began Hermione, "What are you wearing?!" Gwen glanced down before looking back up at the girl and promptly saying, "Clothes," with her now signature smirk on her face. She heard a snort to her left and turned to see Harry burst out laughing, his face showing how funny he thought the whole situation was. Gwen quickly joined in his laughter as did Ron and Hermione. "But," Hermione began while trying to regain her breath from laughter, "you could get in trouble for not wearing the uniform!" The girl was trying to be serious, Gwen knew, but because of the laughter and tears running down the other girls face she just couldn't take her seriously and burst out laughing again!

It took a few minutes for the four children to calm down and regain their composure and begin their morning meal. As Gwen glanced to the professors' table she noticed Snape looking at her, his face unreadable. She smirked as she promptly put her foot on the chair beside her, making sure he could see her bright pink pants before giving him a look that was clearly a challenge, daring him to try and make her change to the uniform. 'Good luck with that!' she thought, 'There's nothing left of those clothes but ashes!' She turned away from the professors' table and back to her friends, taking note of the anger radiating off of Snape, which did nothing but make her smirk even more.

The rest of the meal continued without issue, the four children making small talk before heading off to their first class this morning which was Transfiguration with the Head of Gryffindor House, Professor McGonagall. Gwen listened as Harry, Ron, and Hermione described the class and teacher as she had not yet actually met the Head of House of her new friends, taking note that they spoke fondly of the professor, but also with a sense of nervousness as she was supposedly a formidable woman. The small group arrived to the classroom, taking the same seating arrangement as they had in Potions; Ron with Hermione and Gwen with Harry. They waited as the rest of the class piled in and took their seats, the Professor waiting at the front of the class. As it hit time for class to start she began talking, instructing the second years on what they would be learning this year as opposed to last. Once she had finished explaining the entire curriculum, she turned back to the class. "Now class," she began, "go ahead and take out your wands and let us go over what you learned last year to refresh your memories." McGonagall looked around the class as all of her students took out their wands…except for one. She stared at the child waiting to see if she just had not heard but the child looked around her, saw everyone else with their wands, but made no move to take out her own. "Ms. Nocella," the Professor began, "why have you not taken out your wand as instructed?" She stared at the child, waiting to hear her explanation. "Well," Gwen began after looking at the professor for a second, "I don't have one. Also, I prefer Gwen, not 'Ms. Nocella'." McGonagall stared at Gwen, shocked that the child did not have a wand! How had this been overlooked? "How have you completed your other classes without a wand?" She watched as the child shrugged her shoulders. "None of my other classes have required me to have one." McGonagall did not know what to make of this situation; they had never had a student who had arrived at school without a wand! She glanced around the rest of the class before addressing the dark haired child again; "Well, child, you must have a wand! I'll speak to your Head of House and the Headmaster and we shall get you a wand as soon as possible." She started to turn away to continue the class before turning back around to address Gwen once more, "and as to you not liking to be called Ms. Nocella, I am afraid that it is most inappropriate for a professor to call you by your first name. Now, you may just watch the rest of the class and study what they do, so that you may try to catch up with rest of the class." Gwen nodded her understanding at the Professor and continued to watch the class as they went over what they had learned last year.

Once Transfiguration ended, McGonagall called Gwen over to her desk. Gwen nodded to Harry and the other two to let them know she'd catch up with them and headed over to the Professor's desk. "Ms. Nocella," McGonagall began, "may I inquire as to why you are not wearing the school uniform and are wearing this," she paused as she glanced down at the very loud clothing article, "interesting choice of clothing instead?" Gwen just shrugged her shoulders at the Head of Gryffindor House. "I don't like the skirts." She stated simply.

McGonagall had to suppress a smile as she heard the child's simple explanation, for she remembered hating the school skirts as well when she was a student many years ago. She addressed the child once she was sure there was no chance of laughter in her voice; "Be that as it may child, you are unfortunately required to wear the school uniform during days you have class. During the weekends you are allowed to wear your normal clothes, but as it is not the weekend quite yet, you had better change back into your school skirt." Professor McGonagall saw the small smirk come over the dark haired child's face before the child replied in a voice that tried to say she was perplexed, "Well, I would put it on, but my all of my school skirts mysteriously vanished this morning. All that I was able to find was a pile of ashes." McGonagall had to try to keep from outright laughing as she heard the child's story of her missing skirts, knowing full well the child had destroyed them herself. "Well then, I'll just transform your trousers into the school skirt shall I?" She said the spell but curiously nothing happened to the child's pink trousers. "That won't work Professor." McGonagall stared at the child, confusion showing on her face. "You see," Gwen continued, "my trousers have a special spell on them that prevents them from being transfigured. Actually, all of my normal clothes do." Gwen watched her professor process what she had said before speaking again; "is it alright if I go now Professor? I do need to get to my other class." McGonagall simply nodded her head, still unable to understand why a child had clothes that could not be transfigured.

She watched as the child grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder and left the room. 'What a curious child. I must ask Severus if he knows anything about her when I tell him about her needing a wand. But how did she finish a year at another school without a wand? None of this makes any kind of sense!' McGonagall kept thinking about the raven haired girl threw her next classes and then went to find Severus to discuss with him about the wand for the Gwen and her 'missing' school skirts.

End Chapter 7