Sera walked around the paths of Diagon Alley blindly. She felt lost, she hadn't been here in years. She couldn't even remember her last time here, only that she couldn't ave been more than a year old. Her short hair floated around her face like a blue aura. Her lips were black, her skin pale, her eyes icy and unforgiving.
She searched and searched, but couldn't find anyone or anything that looked remotely familiar. She didn't need a wand: she had her staff. She didn't need robes and a uniform: she had her old ones. She didn't need a posse to follow her around: she had her uncle.
As she walked around nonchalantly, she observed the hustle and bustle of ordinary wizarding life. Suddenly, music began blasting from te back pocket of her GAP long and leans. She flipped open her cell phone, the My Chemical Romance song stopped playing, and she saw a picture of a large black dog on her screen, "Hello, Uncle." She spoke into the phone. "Hello, Sera. Where are you?" "Diagon Alley. So, where am I supposed to meet Harry and his friends so I can buy my books?" "At the ice cream parlor." "Okay, thanks. And, Uncle, be careful, okay?" Her uncle mearly laughed and hung up. Sera kept walking, people staring at the icily beautiful girl with the black makeup and muggle appliances as she passed them by. One boy in particular stared, he had slick platinum hair and a perpetual sneer tat was now replaced with a dreamy look. "Draco, hurry up, I haven't got all day, you know." The boys father snapped at him.
"Sera!" She looked up, Harry was waving at her, calling her name. As she headed towards tem, her hair turned black, the icy blure thinning out into ghostly highlights. It grew longer until it reached just past her shoulders instead of her ears.
She saw teir eyes widen and their jaws drop. A light blush creeped its way across her face as she walked towards them. She sat down between Harry and a gir with perfect white teeth and bushy brown hair. The tall, freckled, red-headed boy across from her stared, his mouth open. Sera leaned across the table, placing a finger under is chin, hiw mouth snapped shut. "Don't you know its rude to stare?" She asked him, giggling. He blushed, his ears turning a crimson that clashed horribly with his red hair.