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I am running through the woods beneath a full moon. Everywhere silvery light casts eerie shadows on the dark trees, making them look like ghosts. I turn a corner and come face to face with something terrible, but before I can scream for help or even see what it is, bright white light flashes everywhere and I see—

I sat up sharply, my long, wavy chestnut hair hanging damply around my heart-shaped face. I ran my slender hands over my apple cheeks, elegantly arched eyebrows (I never waxed or even plucked; I was just born with perfect eyebrows), crystal blue eyes, and dainty lips. Yes, I am beautiful, but in an unassuming and exceedingly natural way. This was what turns the boys on so much; every other bimbo at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry smears her face in makeup in a desperate attempt to achieve what I am already blessed with.

I also have a perfect body. I play Seeker on the Gryffindor on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and so am always in excellent shape. I am also slender, though I had a surprisingly ample bosom. I looked good in everything, even our stingy school robes, though on weekends, when the dress code is relaxed, I wear modest, chic clothing that leaves the boys all wanting more.

I've never been kissed. This is because I am far too good for all of the boys at Hogwarts. Plenty of them have asked me out, because I am always nice to everybody, and so lots of guys are in love with me. But at the same time, a lot of them are assholes to each other and I know that they just don't deserve me. The nicest one who ever asked me, the one whose offer I almost considered, was named Charles, and he was a geeky loser. But he had a good soul, and he was always sweet. So I knew he almost deserved me… except he was a loser for a reason; he was socially inept. And rather hideous.

I am constantly being teased by the Marauders. This is because they have all asked me out and been turned down. Thus they decided to make my life a living hell until I submitted to one of them. Bad idea. I don't give in easy. Only kind words and true reformation of heart will do the trick.

I am also smart. I get top marks and beat everybody, even Lily Evans, who is actually kind of an idiot. She's nice, but she doesn't understand how in love with her James Potter is. I can see it, though. I see everything with my bright blue eyes.

I guess I should describe the Marauders. James is tall and has dark, unruly hair and glasses. Remus is a werewolf; I know because I'm observant and it's pretty damn obvious. He's got light brown hair and is shorter than James, but still pretty cute, except he's always kind of drawn and sickly looking due to his lycanthropy. Peter is short and kind of sweet, I guess. He's also a suck up. He asked me out second year and I was tempted to say yes, he looked so earnest and sincere. But then rationality won over, as always.

Now we get to my least-favorite Marauder, and the bane of my existence. Sirius Black. Tall, dark, handsome, gray eyes, shaggy hair… DAMN is he fine. Alas, he is also obsessed with me. He's been lusting after me for ages, and it's all because I'm the only girl who's ever turned him down. It's kind of like James and Lily, only some people don't like Lily because she's a bitch to everyone unless she thinks it'll make her more popular, but everyone likes me because I couldn't care less what they think.

One day I was sitting at breakfast. I usually eat with Lily and the other Gryffindor girls, but at the same time I'm constantly being waved to and called over by my tons of other friends. I was eating toast with heaps of strawberry jam and Lily was bitching about her weight and saying she should probably just have dry toast.

"I honestly think I'm getting fat, Muriel!" she complained.

Oh yes, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Muriel Casilee. Muriel Casilee, most sought-after girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Muriel Casilee, Seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and token Girl. Muriel Casilee, top student, most popular, most pretty, and in general most well-liked.

Like I care; half the reason everyone likes me, apart from my being gorgeous and smart and nice, is the fact that I don't give a crap what they think. When I'm nice it's out of the goodness of my heart, not because I'm a social climber like Lily.

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