Grace Aglaia Meredith sat on a stiff wooden chair in the dining room.
Knives and forks clinked. "So Grace…" one of several dinner guests began.
"Yes." Grace cut him off. The dinner guest, daunted smiled nervously at
her.
"May I be excused?" Grace whispered to her left.
"Now Grace. Won't you stay?" Her mother questioned.
"Yes, Grace. We want to hear about your visits to Africa and Ireland to visit your family." A female woman guest commented suavely.
"No. I have to pack." Grace answered evenly and left.
"Womanly troubles." Her mother explained uneasily.
Grace exited the house and sat on a bench outside. Before she even had comfortably sat down, a girl about her, age sat down next to her. Grace turned around and stared at her. "Do I know you?" The girl was unlike any other she had ever seen. She was Asian, Chinese maybe, Grace thought. She had waist-length black hair which had a gazillion different ribbons messily tied in. She was wearing a short red skirt, a ripped white tanktop, and a tough-looking black leather jacket. Traces of jet-black eyeliner were smeared around her eyes as if on purpose. Grace winced and imagined how dorky she must look. She was wearing a sleeveless pink dress covered with flowers that sang every few minutes and to add to her embarrassment, a full crinoline skirt with three petticoats on. Her dark brown hair had been put into long curls and she wore no make up on her green eyes. "Hey I'm Thalia Hero Chen. Nice to meetcha. What is your name?" She was Chinese, that was for sure. Grace extended a hand and formally answered, "Grace Aglaia Meredith." Thalia snorted. "Hey, we have something in common all ready. We both are named after the Graces." Grace wrinkled her nose. "The Graces?" Thalia sighed, "Ya know, the Graces; Beautiful goddesses, daughters of Zeus. My mom is totally superficial, ya know? She probably wants me to dress like you are right now. So what are you? The Prime Minister's daughter?" Grace frowned. "My dad is the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Have you just moved in or something? Are you Ozzy Ozbourne's daughter or something?" she defiantly answered, imitating the new girl. Thalia narrowed her eyes. "I just moved here, my family just moved here from the Philippines, so that I could go to Hogwarts. No, I am not Ozzy Ozbourne's daughter and I have to go."
Grace threw her hands up in the air. She had just lost her only friend period. "I'm a transfer student too!" she yelled. "Whoop-di-do!" Thalia screamed back, a smirk on her face. "So see you on the train!"
"May I be excused?" Grace whispered to her left.
"Now Grace. Won't you stay?" Her mother questioned.
"Yes, Grace. We want to hear about your visits to Africa and Ireland to visit your family." A female woman guest commented suavely.
"No. I have to pack." Grace answered evenly and left.
"Womanly troubles." Her mother explained uneasily.
Grace exited the house and sat on a bench outside. Before she even had comfortably sat down, a girl about her, age sat down next to her. Grace turned around and stared at her. "Do I know you?" The girl was unlike any other she had ever seen. She was Asian, Chinese maybe, Grace thought. She had waist-length black hair which had a gazillion different ribbons messily tied in. She was wearing a short red skirt, a ripped white tanktop, and a tough-looking black leather jacket. Traces of jet-black eyeliner were smeared around her eyes as if on purpose. Grace winced and imagined how dorky she must look. She was wearing a sleeveless pink dress covered with flowers that sang every few minutes and to add to her embarrassment, a full crinoline skirt with three petticoats on. Her dark brown hair had been put into long curls and she wore no make up on her green eyes. "Hey I'm Thalia Hero Chen. Nice to meetcha. What is your name?" She was Chinese, that was for sure. Grace extended a hand and formally answered, "Grace Aglaia Meredith." Thalia snorted. "Hey, we have something in common all ready. We both are named after the Graces." Grace wrinkled her nose. "The Graces?" Thalia sighed, "Ya know, the Graces; Beautiful goddesses, daughters of Zeus. My mom is totally superficial, ya know? She probably wants me to dress like you are right now. So what are you? The Prime Minister's daughter?" Grace frowned. "My dad is the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Have you just moved in or something? Are you Ozzy Ozbourne's daughter or something?" she defiantly answered, imitating the new girl. Thalia narrowed her eyes. "I just moved here, my family just moved here from the Philippines, so that I could go to Hogwarts. No, I am not Ozzy Ozbourne's daughter and I have to go."
Grace threw her hands up in the air. She had just lost her only friend period. "I'm a transfer student too!" she yelled. "Whoop-di-do!" Thalia screamed back, a smirk on her face. "So see you on the train!"