Seeing

       Saara was a first-year muggleborn with yellow skin and a mouth that pinched at the corners when she smiled.  Today she stood alone on the strange platform and tried to ignore the girl on the bench.  She sat with a magazine in front of her face and feet pointed inward.  Occasionally she would lower the magazine, staring from beneath straw colored hair at the other students that passed them by.  The others, like Saara, wore normal robes and carried normal bags.  

       Every time this girl raised her head and turned to catch her eye Saara shuddered. Unlike the others who were born to magic but looked more like church children, to Saara's muggle-trained eyes this girl evoked only one thought: witch.

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