Chapter 1
In which a hero is introduced.

"Hey, you wouldn't believe what house I got in over here. Gryffin-fuckin'-dor." Margo announced into her two-way mirror proudly.

"I'm sure you'll set a great example." The face that reflected back replied.

"Hey, you know I was kicked out of Beauxbatons unjustly." Margo replied, she knew the conversation already. They had it a million times.

"Yeah? What about Durmstrang?"

"That was just a joke, I mean, did you honestly expect me to last there? I'm surprised they didn't catch me any sooner."

"Just don't do anything stupid, remember the whole dream of having an education?"

"What about the dream of having fun?"

"You'll have to compromise."

Margo rolled her eyes at the blonde girl in the two way mirror. "I gotta go, I think I hear some fires waiting to be started."

"Not funny."

"Can't hear you!" Margo said as she slipped the mirror into her trunk of clothes. Margo had just finished settling into her section of the girl's dorm. She hadn't met her lucky year four roommates yet, they were out at classes or something. She checked herself in the mirror, her hair was a long dark brown with a few slips of red dye here and there, her eyes a light brown, but with a little flick of her nose they turned a few shades darker. She was stuck in the typical robes, with a few stylish adjustments she'd managed to fix up on the train. She wore cheap plastic pearls that laughed when she stepped and an eyebrow piercing that tickled her face when she sneezed.

Margo wasn't really in place with the wizarding world. She loved magic, but loved "muggles" and their way of living better. As a result, she was awfully casual about her education. She checked her make up and slipped some old-fashioned glamour glasses on. Perfect. Had it not been for her magical blood, Margo would currently be enjoying some poetry slam at a coffee shop or smoking a cigarette with some other so called hipsters. But her magical blood prevailed, and Margo found herself preparing for a meeting with the headmaster, Dumbledore. This was the part where she promised to behave herself and justified all previous actions, where she agreed to act like the promising student everyone apparently saw in her.

Truthfully, she figured they kept her in these schools this long because she was a metamorphagus and they couldn't very well have her go meet up with the bad-guy wizard with the odd name. She wasn't nearly as attached to the wizarding world as her friend, Charlotte was. Then again, as far as Margo was concerned Charlotte was still just that face in the two way mirror stuck in the trunk with her used socks.

"Here goes nothing." Margo said to herself, sucking in a deep breath as she headed out of the dormitory.