Everyone had been sorted; they had eaten their meal, and were now sitting in the Gryffindor common room. "So.... Are you from an American school?" Ron asked. "Yeah." "You were transferred, right?" Ron questioned. "Yeah, thank God, my old school sucked." She stated calmly, reaching for a cage to the right of her. Ron gasped, "Is that a Pheonix?" Miko smiled and nodded, "Ya, his name's Pyro, he's mine." Hermione, who had been trailing behind with Harry, commented, "Miko, I think you share my room now." "Ok, cool." She smiled at Hermione. "Know this other girl? That's coming at the end of this week?" Harry yawned, sitting in an armchair, and stared at Pyro. "Heck no! But I heard she has magenta streaks in her hair." They looked at her in silence, "Are we having a staring contest? Cuz we used to do that at my old school and I always won." "Oh! No! Sorry! Well, we better be going to bed. Lessons start tomorrow." Hermione said rising from her seat. "Don't we have to get our stuff?" Miko asked, mimicking Hermione. "No, they bring it up for us." Hermione said yawning. "REALLY? They didn't do that for us at my old school!" Miko said dumbfounded. "That's your old school. You're at Hogwarts now." Ron said casually. "Oh, ok then. Good night Ron! Good night Harry! See you in the morning!" Miko waved and followed Hermione up the stairs to the girl dormitory. "I think Ron fancies you, Miko." Hermione said brushing out her hair. "Why do you think that?" Miko asked, confused. She changed into her pajamas. "Just an opinion..." Miko shrugged, "Ok, then. Whatever." She pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair and let the hip-length blue-brown waves cascade down her back. Hermione's eyes widened slightly and she commented, "Wow, your hair is really long." "Ya," Miko grinned, "I've been growing it out forever. It used to really piss me off 'cause it was so frizzy – but I did a spell on it and – Vuala." "I could really use that spell," Hermione laughed, "My hair always gets in the way of my studying." Miko glanced quickly up at her, "Ya that's what happened to me! You like to study?" "Ya! I also love to read!" "So do I! Hey, do you want me to do that spell to your hair? It won't make It perfect it'll just make it the way and color your hair would be if you had no hair troubles. I'll warn you, it's permanent." Hermione pondered that for a second then nodded, "Why not?" Miko raised her wand and pointed it at Hermione and said, "Haireous Perfectous!" A bright blue flash engulfed Hermione, and then disappeared, leaving behind a slightly startled Hermione. Hermione moved towards the mirror and her mouth dropped open, "Bloody Merlin," she stated in awe as she ran her fingers through her newly darkened, frizzles, gold-brown curls. "Go show Ron and Harry! C'mon! I'll go with!" Miko grabbed Hermione by the hand and took off down the stairs, to find Harry, Ron, and another boy sitting in the common room. "Look!" Miko pointed at Hermione's hair. "A ... a ... a ...ah ... wow." Harry stuttered. "What'd she do?" The boy asked. "It's darker. Looks great." Ron commented, sarcastically. "What'd she do?" The boy screamed. "Look Neville! She fixed her hair!" Harry finally pointed out. "Neville? Neville Longbottom? No. Bloody. Way!" Neville looked at Miko nervously. "Y...yeah?" He stuttered. "My Gran knows your Gran!" Miko looked at Neville. "Oh. Cool. I guess." He looked at Harry for help. "Well, let's go to... "He stopped. Everyone stopped. The Pheonix, Pyro, was aflame. "Oh Drat!" Miko walked over to the, now all ashes, bird.