Nyla had just walked out of Professor McGonagall's office, and was now standing in front of a painting of a fat lady, who had just asked her for a password!

"Ahhhmmmm, hold on. I know I have this written down somewhere. Oh. here it is 'Fortis et Fidelis'. I swear I don't the see the big goddam deal about this Latin shit."

The Fat Lady quickly frowned at her.

"Watch your language little lady. a Gryffindor never speaks that way."

"I didn't ask to be a Gryffindor. the senile hat placed me here, so just open the goddam door and let me in, please?"

"As you wish. Welcome to Gryffindor, by the way"

"Thanks, I guess"

As soon as Nyla walked into the Gryffindor common room, she realized that Hogwarts was nothing like her past schools. the room was warm and cozy, and about a dozen Gryffindors were sitting by the fireplace, either chatting or playing chess. She attracted a lot of attention as she walked in, partly due to her unconventional outfit, and partly due to the fact that Hogwarts usually didn't accept transfer students. She ignored the stares and kept looking around for the dormitory. Professor McGonagall had described the path she would have to follow, but now that she was inside, it seemed a lot more complicated than she had made it sound. Realizing that would take her forever to find the place by herself, she decided to ask a girl reading a Potions book. The girl had long, curly brown hair and an absorbed look on her face, but other than that, she looked quite friendly. As she approached the girl, she noticed that there were two other boys sitting beside her, but they were both too busy playing wizard's chess to notice anything else. Nyla cleared her throat before speaking and the girl looked up from her book with a smile.

"Excuse me, I'm new here and I'm looking for the girls dormitory."

One of the guys, suddenly aware that there were people around him, lifted his head to look at the person who had just spoken. As he did, he allowed his eyes to trail down her figure, and wow. was he glad he looked up. kicking the other guy under the table; he motioned for him to look at the goddess in front of them. They were both still gaping at her, when they heard their friend speak.

"Hey. welcome to Hogwarts. I'm Hermione Granger. and what's your name?"

"Nyla, Nyla Welsh.Hey guys. you don't have to stare ok? I'm really here. I'm not an alien and last time I checked I only had one head, so knock it off already."

Hermione giggled and looked at her two friends.

"Well, the two subtle observers are Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter, my two best friends."

They both got up to introduce themselves, and Nyla used the opportunity to take a good look at both of them. Harry was by far the most attractive, with jet-black hair and bright green eyes.not to mention a to-die-for body. Ronald wasn't bad either, with his flaming red hair, freckles and unusually long, but not bad-looking nose. he had pretty ok body too, although not nearly as impressive as Harry's.

"Harry Potter huh? Heard a lot about you." Nyla said, matter-of-factly. in a way she was greatly surprised to meet "the boy who lived", but she wasn't about to let him see that. Nyla Welsh just didn't fret about meeting famous people. regardless of how good looking they were.

Harry just smiled politely, *How many times have I heard this??? At least this one didn't squeak. unfortunately. this is one girl I wouldn't mind having as an admirer*..

Hermione suddenly remembered that Nyla had asked her for directions to the girl's dormitory.

"So, what year are you in? Sixth?"

"I'm a seventh-year. just transferred here."

"Yeah I know. Professor McGonagall told me you'd probably arrive today. she just didn't tell me when.or what your name was for that matter."

"Hermione's a Prefect. book-worm."

"Oh shut-up already Ron. I've been a Prefect for over a year, and you still find it interesting enough to waste your time with the same stupid joke. at least I do something useful with my time, instead of hanging around the school, staring at girls as though you had lived inside a cave for you entire life and had never seen one before ."

"Ouch. that hurt." Nyla exclaimed, enjoying the argument.

"Anyways. you're a seventh-year? Then we're going to share a dormitory. come on. I'll show you the way."

"Bye guys. hope to see you around."

As Nyla walked away, she caused the heads of several guys in the common room to turn, including Harry and Ron's. who turned to each other, thunderstruck, as soon as the girls were out of earshot.

"Wow. what the hell was THAT?? I didn't know Hogwarts was accepting Greek goddesses. Not that I'm complaining of course."

"Ron, I would keep my voice down if I were you. Hermione might hear you, and she is pissed off at you already, no point in making it worse."

"So what if she does?? It's not like it is a lie. not to mention that she has no goddam reason to be pissed, I mean, if a girl as cute as that one in the Three Broomsticks was flirting with you, would you pretend NOT to see simply because your potential girlfriend is around?? No normal guy would, especially since I don't get it very often. unlike some people I know."

"Big fucking deal. they flirt. but most of them are just not worth the effort you know? And the ones that are, don't flirt because they don't need to. guys are just drawn to them. like this Nyla girl. I don't think I ever got such an indifferent reaction. I mean, you know better than anyone that I don't think I deserve the credit people give me. damn I don't even like it. but I certainly wouldn't mind if Nyla had made fuss about meeting me. I would make my life a lot easier. but hey. we can't have everything. You, on the other hand, already have a girl who's crazy about you, so, since you're too much of a goddamn coward to actually go to talk to her, you should keep your mouth shut if you have any hopes about dating Hermione in a near future.And leave nymphs like Nyla to the unattached guys.Not that you would have a shot with her, but you know. some people like to suffer."

"Fuck off Harry. Like you're a fucking Adonis. we're in the same shitty situation, only difference is that some girls are too blind to see how strikingly hot I am."

Harry had to laugh. this was probably the thousandth time they had the same argument.

"Yeah right. keep repeating that and you might convince yourself. In the meantime, just don't let Hermione catch you drooling over Nyla. you and I both know how jealous she gets, even though she refuses to admit it."

"I'll try. but sometimes the lower Ron takes hold of the upper Ron, if you know what I mean."

Harry chuckled. he knew perfectly well what Ron meant. he felt it sometimes too, and he had a feeling lower Harry would be even more in control now that Nyla was around.