Chapter 2- Getting to know you.
Starr yawned and stretched her arms over her head. She sat up in bed and pulled the sheets from around her bed. Her looked over at her alarm clock it read: 6:30, in big red numbers. Few girls were up. Starr looked down she was wearing her pajamas. She pulled out a white shirt, a tie and a grey shirt. She pulled them on then found her platform boots and pulled them on. She looked in the mirror, she had showered before she got to Hogwarts so she didn't need to shower now. She brushed her hair and looked at her face. Perfect, she thought, always perfect. Starr never had a blemish on her face, she didn't know why. Starr grabbed her tan one-strap bag and checked it.
In it was her timetable, her potion's book, her transfiguration book, charm's book, her divination book, a few more books and notebooks for each subject. She had quills and a couple of pens.
Starr walked down stairs. She walked over to a couch and got herself comfy. She sat and thought.
Isolation oh what fun. Then the whole world knows about me. Why am I so special?
A blonde haired girl came downstairs and gasped at the sight of Starr.
"I....you..." started the girl.
"Yes?" asked Starr.
"I'm Geri," said the girl.
"I'm Starr."
"I'm in my 6th year just like you," said Geri.
"Cool. Would you happen to know why I'm famous?"
"Yeah. Everyone does," said Geri.
She started to twirl her golden hair around her finger. Prep, thought Starr.
"Well could you tell me?" asked Starr.
"Well duh. Do you think I don't know or something?"
"No. It's just I don't know."
"Oh, well go like, figure it out for yourself," said Geri. She walked out the room and of the portrait.
"Bum," said Starr.
"Morning Skate," said Ron.
"Who's Skate?" asked Starr.
"You. I used to call you that. I guess it was because your initials are S and K and I guess Skate because we were always rolling around."
"Cute. I like it," replied Starr.
"Do you have you timetable?" asked Ron.
"Yep," said Starr.
Ron checked over it. "Great, we have all the same classes."
"Cool. I won't be alone," said Starr.
They walked down to the Great Hall. Ron shoveled food into his mouth. Starr picked at her eggs and toast. Harry and Hermione soon joined them. They ate breakfast and walked to their first class, Charm's.
"Who's that boy in 6th year, blonde hair, kind of slicked back," asked Starr.
"Draco Malfoy," replied Hermione.
"Worst kind of pure blood if you ask me," said Ron.
"Speaking of the devil," said Harry.
"Good day Miss. Mackenzie," said Draco.
"Like wise," said Starr.
Ron, Harry, Hermione and Starr walked passed Malfoy. They found seats in Charm's and sat down.
Professor Flitwick stood on a few books and waited as people found their seats. "Now settle down," said Flitwick, "I'm sure you know we have a new teacher with us today." The class started to talk. "Miss. Mackenzie please come to the front of the class."
Starr got up and stood beside Flitwick. "If you'd be so kind as to demonstrate a simple spell for us."
"Ughh. Sure," said Starr.
Starr quickly made a pen float out from her bag. She made it explode just like she did on the train. She froze the image of it. She twirled it around and made it go back in time. The ink went back inside the pen and back into her bag.
"And you don't need a wand?" asked a student.
"No," replied Starr.
The rest of the classes went on as Starr demonstrated different things.
In Divination Starr made real predictions. Trelawnely was in awe. "Child you are a seer." Trelawnely kept saying. Starr predicted that at the end of the year Ron would have a cut on his left leg from Quidditch. Starr didn't tell any anything life altering. Next they had Herbology. This was one subject Starr had no clue about.
"Well," said Starr, as Hermione, Ron and Harry were walking to the green houses, "I haven't really seen any plants . I've only read about them."
"Couldn't you just make one appear?" asked Harry.
"No. I have to be able to actually see the object in real life before I do that," replied Starr.
"Oh," replied Harry.
The class had to walk to green house three. The class were tending to a new patch of plants.
"Mimbleweed," said Professor Sprout.
Professor Sprout was a plump short woman. She wore earthy colored clothing. Her hat sat crookedly on her head.
The class tended to plants while Ron tried to tell Starr about them.
"But why?" Starr asked.
"Because...oh. I don't know!" said Ron.
Starr giggled. Ron asked what she was laughing about. Starr blushed. They walked out of the green house, when class ended. The next class was transfiguration.
"Starr would you care to demonstrate," asked Professor McGonagall.
"Demonstrate what professor?" asked Starr.
"I'd like to see a animal or human transformation. If you can do so that is," said McGonagall.
Starr wrinkled her nose and thought of an animal. No, she thought, a person. Starr transformed into Professor McGonagall. The class gasped. McGonagall clapped.
"Very good. Very good," said McGonagall.
The class went on as usual. More learning. Starr had already read everything they were going over in all her classes. The interacting part was really interesting to her. She'd never been with so many people in over six years. The last class was double potions with Slytherin's. The class was going nicely. Snape didn't make her do anything in front of everybody. Malfoy kept looking at her. She didn't like it. Potions went by fast. Starr was finished her potion and it was the closest to aqua that anybody got. Even Hermione didn't get the same shade.
After potions Ron took Starr to the quidditch field.
"We need a new chaser. You any good?" Ron asked.
"I think," said Starr.
Ron got a Comet two-sixty from a shed. They flew around and they each got some practice. Starr threw the ball trying to get it into one of three golden hoops. Ron tried blocking it. He got most of them but Starr was pretty good.
"You should really come to try-outs," said Ron.
"Really?" asked Starr.
They started walking to the Gryfinndor common room it was starting to get dark.
"You're really good. No lie," said Ron.
"Nah," said Starr. She playfully punched Ron.
"Yes. Mugglewhomp," said Ron. The portrait of the fat lady swung open.
Ron picked Starr up and swung her over his shoulder. She pounded him playfully on the back.
"Ron put me down," she giggled.
Ron put her down on the couch, which caused him to fall on top of her. He looked up at her. Starr felt a surge of warmth fill her.
"I'm tired. I'm going to pack in," she said.
"Yeah," said Ron. He got up from the couch on which Starr was. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Night Ron," said Starr.
"Night Skate."
"Skate?" asked Starr.
"I just remembered it. I gave you that nickname a long time ago. S.k. are your initials. And then just ate. Well I liked it, and I still do," said Ron.
"Yeah. Me too," said Starr.
Starr turned to walk up to the girl's dorm. She looked back and Ron was already up the stairs. She sighed. Ron, she thought. Starr slept well, at first.
She was running down a hall. Running away from something. She turned to look back. It was a shadow. It kept morphing.
"No, No! Don't!" Starr kept screamed.
She sat up in bed. A drop of sweat ran down her spine. It couldn't have been, she thought.
Starr yawned and stretched her arms over her head. She sat up in bed and pulled the sheets from around her bed. Her looked over at her alarm clock it read: 6:30, in big red numbers. Few girls were up. Starr looked down she was wearing her pajamas. She pulled out a white shirt, a tie and a grey shirt. She pulled them on then found her platform boots and pulled them on. She looked in the mirror, she had showered before she got to Hogwarts so she didn't need to shower now. She brushed her hair and looked at her face. Perfect, she thought, always perfect. Starr never had a blemish on her face, she didn't know why. Starr grabbed her tan one-strap bag and checked it.
In it was her timetable, her potion's book, her transfiguration book, charm's book, her divination book, a few more books and notebooks for each subject. She had quills and a couple of pens.
Starr walked down stairs. She walked over to a couch and got herself comfy. She sat and thought.
Isolation oh what fun. Then the whole world knows about me. Why am I so special?
A blonde haired girl came downstairs and gasped at the sight of Starr.
"I....you..." started the girl.
"Yes?" asked Starr.
"I'm Geri," said the girl.
"I'm Starr."
"I'm in my 6th year just like you," said Geri.
"Cool. Would you happen to know why I'm famous?"
"Yeah. Everyone does," said Geri.
She started to twirl her golden hair around her finger. Prep, thought Starr.
"Well could you tell me?" asked Starr.
"Well duh. Do you think I don't know or something?"
"No. It's just I don't know."
"Oh, well go like, figure it out for yourself," said Geri. She walked out the room and of the portrait.
"Bum," said Starr.
"Morning Skate," said Ron.
"Who's Skate?" asked Starr.
"You. I used to call you that. I guess it was because your initials are S and K and I guess Skate because we were always rolling around."
"Cute. I like it," replied Starr.
"Do you have you timetable?" asked Ron.
"Yep," said Starr.
Ron checked over it. "Great, we have all the same classes."
"Cool. I won't be alone," said Starr.
They walked down to the Great Hall. Ron shoveled food into his mouth. Starr picked at her eggs and toast. Harry and Hermione soon joined them. They ate breakfast and walked to their first class, Charm's.
"Who's that boy in 6th year, blonde hair, kind of slicked back," asked Starr.
"Draco Malfoy," replied Hermione.
"Worst kind of pure blood if you ask me," said Ron.
"Speaking of the devil," said Harry.
"Good day Miss. Mackenzie," said Draco.
"Like wise," said Starr.
Ron, Harry, Hermione and Starr walked passed Malfoy. They found seats in Charm's and sat down.
Professor Flitwick stood on a few books and waited as people found their seats. "Now settle down," said Flitwick, "I'm sure you know we have a new teacher with us today." The class started to talk. "Miss. Mackenzie please come to the front of the class."
Starr got up and stood beside Flitwick. "If you'd be so kind as to demonstrate a simple spell for us."
"Ughh. Sure," said Starr.
Starr quickly made a pen float out from her bag. She made it explode just like she did on the train. She froze the image of it. She twirled it around and made it go back in time. The ink went back inside the pen and back into her bag.
"And you don't need a wand?" asked a student.
"No," replied Starr.
The rest of the classes went on as Starr demonstrated different things.
In Divination Starr made real predictions. Trelawnely was in awe. "Child you are a seer." Trelawnely kept saying. Starr predicted that at the end of the year Ron would have a cut on his left leg from Quidditch. Starr didn't tell any anything life altering. Next they had Herbology. This was one subject Starr had no clue about.
"Well," said Starr, as Hermione, Ron and Harry were walking to the green houses, "I haven't really seen any plants . I've only read about them."
"Couldn't you just make one appear?" asked Harry.
"No. I have to be able to actually see the object in real life before I do that," replied Starr.
"Oh," replied Harry.
The class had to walk to green house three. The class were tending to a new patch of plants.
"Mimbleweed," said Professor Sprout.
Professor Sprout was a plump short woman. She wore earthy colored clothing. Her hat sat crookedly on her head.
The class tended to plants while Ron tried to tell Starr about them.
"But why?" Starr asked.
"Because...oh. I don't know!" said Ron.
Starr giggled. Ron asked what she was laughing about. Starr blushed. They walked out of the green house, when class ended. The next class was transfiguration.
"Starr would you care to demonstrate," asked Professor McGonagall.
"Demonstrate what professor?" asked Starr.
"I'd like to see a animal or human transformation. If you can do so that is," said McGonagall.
Starr wrinkled her nose and thought of an animal. No, she thought, a person. Starr transformed into Professor McGonagall. The class gasped. McGonagall clapped.
"Very good. Very good," said McGonagall.
The class went on as usual. More learning. Starr had already read everything they were going over in all her classes. The interacting part was really interesting to her. She'd never been with so many people in over six years. The last class was double potions with Slytherin's. The class was going nicely. Snape didn't make her do anything in front of everybody. Malfoy kept looking at her. She didn't like it. Potions went by fast. Starr was finished her potion and it was the closest to aqua that anybody got. Even Hermione didn't get the same shade.
After potions Ron took Starr to the quidditch field.
"We need a new chaser. You any good?" Ron asked.
"I think," said Starr.
Ron got a Comet two-sixty from a shed. They flew around and they each got some practice. Starr threw the ball trying to get it into one of three golden hoops. Ron tried blocking it. He got most of them but Starr was pretty good.
"You should really come to try-outs," said Ron.
"Really?" asked Starr.
They started walking to the Gryfinndor common room it was starting to get dark.
"You're really good. No lie," said Ron.
"Nah," said Starr. She playfully punched Ron.
"Yes. Mugglewhomp," said Ron. The portrait of the fat lady swung open.
Ron picked Starr up and swung her over his shoulder. She pounded him playfully on the back.
"Ron put me down," she giggled.
Ron put her down on the couch, which caused him to fall on top of her. He looked up at her. Starr felt a surge of warmth fill her.
"I'm tired. I'm going to pack in," she said.
"Yeah," said Ron. He got up from the couch on which Starr was. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Night Ron," said Starr.
"Night Skate."
"Skate?" asked Starr.
"I just remembered it. I gave you that nickname a long time ago. S.k. are your initials. And then just ate. Well I liked it, and I still do," said Ron.
"Yeah. Me too," said Starr.
Starr turned to walk up to the girl's dorm. She looked back and Ron was already up the stairs. She sighed. Ron, she thought. Starr slept well, at first.
She was running down a hall. Running away from something. She turned to look back. It was a shadow. It kept morphing.
"No, No! Don't!" Starr kept screamed.
She sat up in bed. A drop of sweat ran down her spine. It couldn't have been, she thought.