Everything is copyrighted to
J.K. Rowling excluding a few characters, which belong to E. Kading.
An American Witch
She kept her eyes fixed straight in front of her,
determined not to show the emotion inside her.
Emily Hannan was a 5th year at Hogwarts, yet this was her first day
there. She came from America, where she
was being home-schooled in the area of witchcraft and she also went to public
school with the muggles. After taking
the Hogwarts' Placement Tests, she was put with the 5th years. Right where she should have been,
considering she was 15.
Emily's first day had not been good, however. The Hogwarts students laughed at her,
pointed at her, and whispered about her.
Emily had dyed blue hair, and her robe was sewn up with patches, saying
things such as "Fugazi", "Minor Threat", and
"Rancid", to name a few. No
one was expecting her type, when they heard about the new student, they
expected a REGULAR one, not some 'weirdo' such as herself.
Avoiding the eyes of passerby's, she made it through the
corridor to the Gryffindor entrance.
Once she made it there, she forgot the password.
"Oh crud." Emily sighed, and sat down in the
corner, waiting for someone to come and say the password.
Finally, another 5th year female Gryffindor, whom Emily
recognized as 'Helen', or something that began with an H, walked towards the
Gryffindor entrance. Emily quickly
jumped up.
"Hi, remember me?
I'm in your potions class! I'm in almost all of your classes!"
Emily said, stuttering a bit.
"Umm… I
guess so." The girl said.
"Helen, do you remember the password to get
in?"
"First of all, my name is NOT Helen, it's
Hermione!" Hermione stated, annoyed.
"Second of all, YOU are supposed to remember the password, not
depend on me to know it." And she sighed, agitated.
"Look," Emily practically barked, "It's my
first day. I'm sorry. I've been getting grief from all of you, and
truthfully? I don't care anymore. I know you all hate me because I'm
strange. Just tell me the password so I
can get out of yer faces!"
Hermione was somewhat dumbstruck, and then she muttered
"willowwing" and walked in.
Emily jumped in after her, and the busy, noisy, gryffindor common room
was hushed. Emily blinked twice and
then sat down on a couch. A 7th year
boy walked over and sat down next to her.
"Hi!" he said, brightly.
….
To be continued
