Hannah Eriksen grumbled irritably as she awoke from a pleasant dream, throwing the heavy green blanket over her head she tried to block out the sea-green glowing light that streamed through the window panes of the under-the-lake Slytherin dorms. After a few moments of blissful darkness under the covers, she reluctantly emerged to begin the day. Stretching, much like a feline, she yawned loudly and ran a hand through her short, dark, wavy hair. Rolling out of the four-poster, luxurious bed, she made her way to the bathrooms to wash her face.

After her usual morning routine, she dressed in her stylized version of the Hogwarts uniform. Loosely tied green and silver tie, unbuttoned on the collar white dress shirt, and dark grey pressed pants. Although she was a girl, she didn't like wearing skirts; never had. Her fashion choice, had cause quite the drama the first few days of her first year; but soon everyone got over it. Hannah was Hannah, that's just how she was; much to the ire of some of the more proper Slytherins who always wanted to appear sharp and elegant.

To say that Hannah didn't fit in with the majority of the other Slytherins was a bit of an understatement. Although she was a Slytherin at heart, sly, ambitious, quick witted, blunt, and overall a bit of a mystery, she was also sloppy, distant, and a player when it came to relationships; she tended to flirt with any girl anytime. Yeah, girls. Hannah much preferred their soft and supple bodies, chime-like voices and seductive smile to the harsh and rough attitudes of men. This had also caused a bit of a commotion in her first few years, but soon people just brushed it off as another "Hannah is Hannah" thing.

Making her way to the Great Hall of breakfast, Hannah passed by one of her latest conquests. Giving the girl a wink, she brushed past her without another thought. Another thing about the Slytherin girl was that she wasn't committed to anything, she had no 'true friends' and didn't do 'relationships'. All her life she moved from place to place, her childhood was full of goodbyes; so she learned never to set down roots when everyone leaves in the end. Hannah was a loner, and that's just how she liked it; it gave her a sense of freedom.

Filling up her plate with an abnormal amount of food for a girl of her size, a mountain of toast and eggs, she dug in hungrily. Completely absorbed in her meal, she didn't notice the morning flock of owls delivering post. When a letter dropped onto her plate, Hannah scowled up at the owls for disturbing her meal. She wasn't expecting a letter from her parents so soon, it was the first day after all. Shoving the letter into her pant pocket and continued with her meal; food took priority over some stupid letter.

As Hannah finished her meal, she got her class schedule from the Head of House and set out into the sea of students. Scowling a bit as she was shoved this way and that, she noticed the prefects trying to shout directions to classes for the first years. She was so glad she didn't have that job. Brushing past one short prefect from her house, she made her way towards the Transfiguration classroom for her first class of the day.

Setting her bag down in the back corner of the classroom, she took her seat. As she had a few moments to spare before the class began, she pulled out that mysterious letter from this morning and examined it. The normal parchment envelope with nothing but her name on it gave no clues as to the sender, flipping it over her eyebrow raised at the wax seal. A simple 'X' was imprinted in the red wax. Strange, she didn't know anyone with that monogram. Shrugging, she opened it.

「The game has begun」

Hannah's eyes narrowed, very strange indeed. Flipping the letter over, she frowned as she found nothing. It was just a cryptic letter. Sniffing the letter, she noticed a strange, almost sickly sweet smell coming from it. Perfume? About to crumple it up, she them thought of a revealing spell that might be helpful.

"Revelio." The Slytherin girl murmured as she waved her wand over the letter.

Nothing.

Chewing on her lip slightly, she pondered on what to do with the letter. Quickly she dismissed the idea of turning it into a professor, she never asked for help. Besides, it was just a prank or something. Nothing to worry about, right? Scoffing, she crumpled it up and shoved it in her bag.

That was the end of that.

Right?