Author's Note: This is my revision of Serpents and Muggleborns because I felt that the former was embarrassing and had unrealistic characters with unrealistic conversations and personalities. I hope you like it this way, but if you miss the original, just tell me, and I will continue that instead. This is really only an introduction chapter to Tracey's old world, nothing exciting just yet.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Snape and them are not my own. Tear.
Chapter One: Despite That Little Fact
"This world has become increasingly boring," the eleven-year-old sighed, nudging her eraser towards the end of the desk, then catching it before it could fall to the floor. "What fun is there left?"
"Bloody Germans," her best friend cursed rather randomly, watching with wide brown eyes as the other girl caught the pink eraser again.
"Une gomme," the girl with the eraser murmured. She looked up to see her friend giving her a curious look. "It's French, umm, for eraser."
"It's making me hungry, Tracey, do you have any blowing gum?"
"How can that not make you hungry?" Tracey inquired, observing thoughtfully how their conversation was really rather pointless and came to absolutely no conclusion at all. But what else were they to do during this boring Tuesday afternoon?
Tracey hated Tuesdays.
She especially hated them during the summer.
While her parents were at work.
"It's a scientific fact," the girl began, which usually meant she was going to quote her older brother David, who was as dumb as a pile of rocks, "that if you chew gum, your stomach will come to the conclusion that you have eaten something. It's rather remarkable."
It used to amuse Tracey when her friend tried to act smart.
Now it just annoyed her.
"Emily, you wanna watch the telly?" said Tracey, in an attempt to change the subject.
"Can't right now," Emily replied, as she held a strand of her dirty blonde hair and examined it closely.
Boy, was Emily Thompson the most exciting person you could meet...
"Fine, I'll be downstairs," Tracey sighed, exiting her pink and blue bedroom and making her way down the royal blue carpeted staircase to the living room.
As she turned on the television, she laid her head back and gazed up at the tan ceiling, admiring the rays from the window that made the chandelier glow in many pretty colors.
Tracey Davis was most known to be boring and too thoughtful, mostly because she found life a waste of breath. She never really found anything interesting, and was below average in her imagination compared to other children. She had no goals, no dreams, she just settled her mind on the present and got the good grades her mind deserved. She was a spectacular student, expect when it came to creativity. Unlike the other girls, she didn't enjoy the thought of unicorns and such. She was just too damn realistic for her own good. She was boring because she was bored, and she was bored because life was boring. Despite the fact that she could make friends easily with her charming personality (when she chose to use it), she still felt somewhat left out from this big secret called, "How To Be Normal."
Everyone seemed to understand their life besides her, and not because she was depressed or anything, she was just misunderstood. Then, there were those little "incidents", that didn't occur very often, but when they did... well, wow. Like, for instance, when she had been bullied by a few of her older classmates, making her feel very angry, their hair had suddenly turned a nasty shade of green, causing them to scream and run in circles until an adult arrived. Luckily, Tracey hadn't gotten in trouble, not that she had done anything physically, but she had a feeling it had been her fault anyway.
The situations all seemed to be the same, when she felt a very strong emotion, something weird would happen. It was starting to scare Tracey. Luckily, none of her friends knew nor noticed.
A flapping of wings brought her out of her reverie, and she looked forward at the television, only to find it muted. She glanced around curiously, drawing her long wavy black hair into a small bun at the nape of neck before standing and stepping into the kitchen, which faced the front of the house. She looked out the little window above the sink, only to find the gate closed and the yard empty. The sound of wings were not like the kind she normally heard from pigeons or any other bird in the area. It was... special.
Footsteps behind Tracey caused her to jump in surprise, black eyes immediately narrowing when she saw it was Emily.
"You nearly scared me to death. Was that you making that weird flapping noise?" Tracey asked, hands on her little hips.
"No..." Emily replied, pale eyebrow raised as she made her way over to the refrigerator, grabbed a plastic cup, and poured herself a generous amount of cranberry juice.
Tracey hated the stuff and grimaced as her friend took a big long sip from her drink.
"Oh, sorry then," she smiled at Emily and grabbed two apples, one green and one red. She held onto the green one and tossed the other over to Emily, who caught it with ease.
"Wanna watch the telly now?" Tracey inquired as they exited the kitchen and entered the living room.
"Sure," Emily shrugged and plopped onto the seat beside Tracey who turned on the television.
After a few minutes of silence, Emily turned to her friend and asked, quite suddenly, "Do you believe in magic?"
"No," was the simple answer she received.