Warnings, disclaimers, etcetera are the same. Oh, and I selected theme songs for my three made-up charas and one of Rowling-sama's :) Lili's is "Cruel" by Tori Amos, "What It Feels Like For A Girl" by Madonna for Poswet, "Tsumi to Batsu" by Shiina Ringo for Kendra. I took the liberty of tinkering with Blaise a bit, so her theme is "Girl" by Tori Amos.

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Lili was jarred awake by the sound of several squealing girls. Blaise Zabini, a petite, curvaceous, dark-haired girl, was talking with Pansy Parkinson, a pug-faced blonde. Or rather, Pansy was talking at her, because Blaise was reading and not paying any attention. Lili narrowed her eyes and sat up.
"Oh, you're up.. finally." Pansy gave her a disdainful glance. Lili didn't respond, much to the other girl's irritation.
"You'd better hurry and shower.. after breakfast, we've got Charms. At least it's not with the stupid Gryffs.."
Still no response. Lili stretched her long, bare legs and clambered out of bed.
Pansy continued. "I noticed your weird little friend went to Gryffindor.. Hey! Say something, you stupid mudblood!" She was getting thoroughly pissed off at this stuck-up Muggle bitch who wasn't saying a *word*.
"Something." She plucked her bag from the ground and wandered off to go shower.
Upon returning -- in the same white dress she'd worn yesterday -- she spotted the Professer who had found her name so shocking.
Gruffly, he spoke.
"I'm to take you to Diagon Alley to get your things. Hurry up."
"I'm ready," she said pleasantly, looking up at him.
"Touch the fireplace, then, don't stand there dawdling."
She felt curious, but it didn't show in her expression as she pressed her hand to the fireplace. She felt a jerking sensation in her stomach, a sense of whirling, and then she was..
Where?
Lili looked around. This couldn't have been where the Professer intended to take her.. A sign above her read "Knockturn Alley." She was positive he'd said "Diagon."
Well, there was nothing to do but look around.
She folded her arms over her chest and started walking. An unshaven, dirty young man leered at her as she walked by and began to follow her.
She didn't look at him, but just kept moving. She saw a vague speck of brightness a ways away, and quickened her pace.
"Whassa matter, girlie?" called the man in a hoarse, vulgar voice. "You think you're too good to talk to me?"
She stiffened and slowed slightly.
"That would be it." The ice in her voice made him narrow his eyes.
"We don't like snobs here, little girl.." His voice lowered threateningly. Lili spun on her heel, her steely eyes glaring. They widened slightly when she saw the man reaching into the pockets of his frayed robes. Was he going to pull a gun on her?
Thinking fast, she stamped one high-heeled shoe on his, twisting it into his sandaled foot. He yelled in shock and pain, and she gave him a vicious push. He landed with a sickening thud against a brick building.
Darting her grey gaze around quickly to make sure no one was looking, she reached inside his robes and pulled out a long black stick. She gave it a skeptical glance. What was he going to do, poke her to death? She snapped it easily. Silver sparks flew out of it and faded. She threw the pieces on his body, noticing that his head was cracked open. She made no move to help him, but resumed walking.
After she'd moved along for a while, she saw Snape running towards her, looking rather angry.
"Come along," he said shortly. "You have a class in an hour."
She nodded mutely and he led her along the twists and turns of Knockturn Alley, which eventually led to the money-changing booth at a tall building she assumed to be the bank. She observed that the Professer was less annoyed than she had expected. Perhaps he just didn't wish to make a scene in public. Either way, it didn't matter.
She regarded the small, pointy man in the booth with some wariness.
"How much?" she was asked, impatiently. She bent down and pulled a wad of bills out of her shoes, seperating the paper and dropping half onto the desk, while stuffing the remaining cash back in her shoe.
The man eyed her oddly and busied himself with the many drawers in front of him. Soon she had a small pile of gold, silver, and bronze coins in front of her, which were then shoved into a bag.
"Here's your money, miss," the man said, pleasantly enough now that she wasn't staring at him blankly. She took the bag carefully and turned towards Snape. He looked at her wordlessly and walked off towards a shop. She followed, obediently enough. The professer appeared to be holding in his anger. She wondered idly if she could get him to explode.
"Your wand first," he said icily. A pale, short man with odd, silvery eyes came and peered at her.
"Yes, yes.. bit late in the school year, isn't it? But.. what is your wand arm, dear?"
"Pardon?" One black brow rose as she eyed him with an equally disconcerting gaze.
"Which arm do you use for writing and things?"
"My left." He nodded and had her hold her arm out and measured all sorts of things, while she stood like a stone and waited.
"Now, let's try the first.." He pulled out one of those long black sticks, and she stiffened.
"Must I get one of those things?" The man looked offended, and began to speak when Snape interrupted.
"They're necessary! Do you think you're too good for regular wizarding gear? But of course, Little Miss Montoya is too good for Diagon Alley, too! She has to skulk around Knockturn Alley, ignore me -- would you SAY something?!" The irritated potionsmaster snarled at her.
"Sure," she said absent-mindedly, not really paying him much attention. She had taken the wand from the box and given it a little wave. The wand man snatched it away and handed her another one.
"No, let's try this.. twelve inches, unicorn hair and holly.." She had barely taken the wand from the box when he pulled it away again. Wand after wand she tried, the wandmaster looking happier with each wand. Soon a pile of wands had appeared and Lili was thoroughly annoyed.
"You're certainly an unusual-looking girl, why not a different combination.. yes.. I think so.. eight inches, dragon heartstring and ebony, quite inflexible."
She tentatively gave it a wave, and a bunch of silver and white sparks flew out the end. She regarded them with only a mild amount of interest.
"How much?"
"Nine galleons," he said, nicely enough.
"..."
"The gold ones."
She dropped the coins into his open palm.
The rest of the hour continued rather dully -- Lili was a bit annoyed with these black robes, finding them cumbersome and medieval, so she had requested that they be cut to be a bit more attractive. She had been rewarded with belled sleeves and skirts and a deep square neck. She felt vaguely like the evil witch out of some badly written fairy tale, only with more cleavage showing.
Once they were back at Hogwarts, the Professer snapped at her to go to breakfast, he had a lesson plan to prepare. She nodded and moved along towards Great Hall, noticing, for the first time, the sky ceiling. Her eyes widened barely perceptibly, and then she looked around again. Where to sit?