Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the book, or the school, or anything that has to do with J.K. Rowling's books. I DO own Gera, Calvin, Calamiti, and some other characters that will appear later on. Italics mean Gera's thoughts, btw.
Chapter 1
Gera slumped against the wall of the crowded train. This is it. I'm finally going to the school of my dreams. She picked herself up and started walking down the long corridor, looking for an empty room. She passed by a group of preppy teenage girls. They stopped their gossiping and stared at her. Gera fixed her long, black hair so that it hid a part of her face. She looked at the floor as she passed by the girls who were undoubtedly popular than her. When she was supposedly far enough away, she heard them whispering and snickering. About me, probably.
When she finally found an empty room, she felt all tension flow away. She sat down and relaxed as the train going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry started to pull out of the station. She looked out of the small window, now pattered with rain, and stared back at her faint reflection in disgust. Her eyes, which were almost as black as her pupils, glared back at her. Her pale lips and the thin, black hair common for her race, she was nowhere near attractive.
She sighed as she fumbled with her carry-on bag for her wand. Oh no! Not today. This can't be happening on my first day of the best years of my life. Where's my wand! Her eye's widened as realization dawned upon her. She had left her wand in her room at home!
Tears swelled up in her eyes. Why do I have to be me? Why couldn't I have been born normal like other witches?
She quickly washed away her tears as she heard footsteps approaching her door. Just my luck, not that I have any…
The door slid open revealing a skinny, redhead boy that was fumbling with his glasses. "Um, excuse me, but is this seat taken?" he asked in a small voice.
She looked at the ground. Obviously the boy hadn't seen her eyes. She didn't say anything. The boy would leave after he noticed Gera was a Calamitas. Instead, the boy shrugged and sat down on the seat opposite to Gera.
"Hi! My name's Calvin. What's yours?" he asked politely.
He's probably just trying to start a conversation. Maybe if I look at him he'd go away. She forced her intimidating gaze onto him. The boy flinched, but asked for her name again. Maybe he just feels sorry for me… "Gera. My name's Gera," she muttered.
"Are you a first year, too?" he asked, smiling.
Gera nodded, and then looked out the window at her reflection. Anything was better than talking with Calvin. He probably noticed she wasn't interested in talking, because he took out a weird device and started pressing things.
Gera couldn't resist asking what the sleek, silver device was.
Calvin looked surprised, whether it was because she was talking to him or because she didn't know what he was holding. "This thing? It's a Nintendo DS. You play games on it," he said slowly. "You've never heard of one?"
"I wouldn't know about muggle toys. I'm a pure blooded Cala…" she trailed off.
"A what?" Calvin had to ask.
She sighed. "A Calamitas…" she mumbled, preparing herself for when Calvin would storm out of the room in fear. As much as she hated to admit it, she sort of liked Calvin's company.
"Huh?"
Gera's head snapped up. He doesn't know what I am! "I'm a Calamitas. You've never heard of one?" she asked.
"No…"he said slowly, "I'm a half-blood. Both my parents don't have mag… I mean they're both muggles. I got my magic from my grandmother on my father's side. Boy was my mother surprised when she realized she married someone with a magical background!" Calvin snorted.
"Good…" Gera murmured.
"Um, what's a Calamitas?" he asked. "I was just… wondering, because I don't really know much about magical things. Actually, I know nothing," he said really fast.
Gera couldn't help but smile. "A Calamitas is the race that I am. We normally have black hair and pale skin, like me, but every one of us has eyes as dark as the night. I'm surprised you don't find me intimidating."
"Is that it?" Calvin looked as though Christmas had been canceled. "There's got to be more to it than that!"
I should tell him… Before he finds out the hard way. "Calamiti are…Well, bad luck is attracted to us. We often experience extremely bad misfortunes. We… we bring bad luck and it affects the people around us."
"Oh. I can see why you wanted me to leave…" Calvin said gloomily.
Short chapter, I know. I hope you like! (By the way, Calamiti is plural to Calamitas coughcoughLatincoughcough) Please R&R!
