Alexia
Several hundred miles away a teenage girl was admiring her newly dyed dark purple hair. Against her parents wishes, she had charmed her hair a permanent shade of purple. They had told her it was no way for a young woman from a pure blooded wizarding family to look. She had stormed off into her room (slamming the door of course), and tore through her "Punk" spell books, as her parents called them.
Rosalynn and Bernard Geron were her parents. Two of the most rich and respected of the wizarding world. Also one of the most stuck up people you could ever meet. They had been one of the family's to return from Voldemort's control. Bull crap if you asked Alexia.
They had threatened to have her taken off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team if she didn't change her hair back to it's original color, dirty blond.
She decided she would just change it back to purple once she got on the train. So her Slytherin friends wouldn't think she was too much of a wimp. They had all made a promise that they would all come back with their hair dyed.
Of course the charms had been using underage wizards and witches weren't aloud to use, but her heritage had certain benefits. Such as being able to use pretty much any spell that was classified under "Harmless". Such as color changing charms, and summoning spells.
She leafed through her copy of Spell and Charms for the teenage Anarchist. (Anarchy; A lack of government and or rules) She found the counter charm and whispered the words. "Glamar Revie". She looked in the mirror and frowned, her hair had once again returned to it's "True color" as her mother called it.
She threw the book back over towards her trunk. It came up short and skidded a few inches on her red wood floor. Her floor was scattered with papers and bent quills. This was the only reason her family could a tribute her being placed in Ravenclaw, she loved reading and writing.
She stood up with a groan and picked up the book, placing it neatly on top of the pile by her trunk. As she turned around she examined her room. She had a large four post bed, that her older sister always joked about her using for more creative purposes. The bed had black and red silk draped over the top and sides. Her walls were a dark shade of green, which she had not chosen, but her parents had outlawed her painting the walls black. She had several book cases on different sides of the room, all loaded with all the classic wizarding stories, and biographies. In one corner she had a beautiful oak desk, that her great grandmother had willed her. It had a lamp on the top, which was in the form of a dragon, the light spilled from it's mouth, spreading an oval of light onto the papers which, were displayed in a disorderly fashion on the desk.
She was about to seat herself at the desk to finish the last of her summer homework when she heard shouting from down stairs. She edged over to her door, and slipped out soundlessly. Even though her house was old they had sound proof most of the stairs so not to create a ruckus every time someone got up to get a drink in the middle of the night. She looked around because she felt someone watching her, but she could see know one. She peered over the banister I in the large hallway and three voices were made clear.
"She has a total disrespect for the family name! It's not like we don't already have Dumbledore breathing down our necks about her back talking!" This was her mother's screeching voice.
"Did you see her hair? Seems as if she's trying to masquerade as a muggle or something. She says she sees nothing wrong with Muggles! The mere idea that she might become like those Weasley's is purely appalling." This was her father, who seemed madder then her mother.
'They know I can hear them, but they want me to hear. Assholes' She thought bitterly, as the voice of her uncle chimed in.
"Alexia, just needs to spend sometime with her own kind. It is really a pity that such a mistake was made about her placement in the school. I can speak with some of the teachers if you wish to see if a transfer might be possible." He said smoothly.
"You're too kind dear brother, but do not put yourself out too much." Alexia's mother said. Alexia that tone of voice meant 'You better get her into Slytherin or I'm telling Mommy.'
"Where did our dear nephew go?" Bernard chimed in.
"I sent him up to check on Alexia, you know they're cousins, but not as close as they should be." Her uncle answered.
Suddenly she whirled around as she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She came face to face with her cousin. Draco Malfoy.
"It's not nice to spy on people." He said with a cold smile.
She pushed him out of her way and stormed into her room, leaving him smiling behind her.
A/N: Okay, how was it? Please let me know. Thanks again to all of those who've stuck with me all these months while I've been busy. I'll bring you the next chapter as soon as I can.
