Ok so this is the same day and the same activities but Melina's day instead of Margret's. And I forgot to put a disclaimer last chapter, soooooo…

DISCLAIMER: I own only one thing here. OCs. Everything else is JK Rowling's.

MELINA POV

SHOPPING

Melina Bulstrode opened the door to the animal shop. Browsing through, she stopped at a screech owl regarding her with calm brown eyes. He reminded her a bit of herself.

"Miss Fawley, how much is this lovely owl?"

"Coffee is fifteen galleons, Heiress Bulstrode."

Melina bought Coffee and headed outside to her parents. Brooke Bulstrode and her husband Fabrian were waiting to take her to buy her robes.

"Come, Melina. You must be fitted." Father spoke with distaste, like the words tasted sour.

"Yes, Father."

Once in Madam Malkin's shop, Melina stood calmly. After some time another girl came in. Her black hair tumbled over her shoulders and reached the small of her back. A few tiny braids ran through it. She seemed to have endless energy. Her face and dark brown eyes were slightly rounded. She looked solemn and calm, but said eyes shone with buried humor and sarcasm. Immediately, Melina liked her.

"Hi. You starting Hogwarts, too?" Melina asked. Start a conversation, Melina.

"Yeah. Margret Lestrange, how about you?" Oh, one of the Sacred Twenty Eight. I memorized them. Wait. Lestrange, as in, the daughter of Callum Lestrange?

"Heiress Bulstrode. Melina Bulstrode. Your dad is the Head of the Department of the Improper Use of Magic Office, isn't he?"

"That he is. Doesn't stop him from messing around with potions all the time when he's at home." Ok. So, if there are problems with potions homework, go to Margret.

"In that case," Melina's dark eyes gleamed with something akin to mischief, however much she tried to stop it, "what will happen if you add a thestral hair to a Pepperup Potion? Come one, this one is easy." It wasn't really, but Melina was curious as to just how much Margret knew.

"Yes, it is." Um... "You will get the Fever Potion, which gives it's drinker - or should I say victim - a fever that won't respond to anything for three weeks until it will randomly leave. A favorite in pranksters. I have a couple bottles."

"Oh? And what color is Fever Potion?" Darian, her little brother, had made some a month ago.

"Forest green. To be honest, I don't really have anyone to use it on, so I just put candles in it and hang it up around my room. The light is nice."

"Interesting. My brother made some, but it was a light green."

"In that case, he probably added the hair to the potion when it was cold. It's supposed to be just the right temperature to cause a first-degree burn."

"Well, he might've." Brooke called out to Melina. "Bon sang! Sorry, Mother is calling. See you on the train or something!" (a/n bon sang is French for dammit. Yes, Melina speaks French. Is she not supposed to?)

"Bye!" Margret called back, loneliness etched in her voice. Melina flinched, but ignored it.

"Good, Melina, you're here." Father narrowed his eyes. "Who on earth was that?"

"Miss Margret Lestrange, daughter of Callum Lestrange. I assume my clothes are done?"

"Yes, Melina. Four black robes for everyday. An emerald green silk dress for any parties. It's a Model forest 3 if you were wondering. A dark green cloak. A scarf in the appropriate colors." Brooke interjected, her smooth voice taking the tension out of the air.

"Thank you, Mother, Father. The wand next?"

It took Melina some time to find the right wand. Twenty minutes? Thirty? Fourty? No one bothered to count. All she remembered was that Father had been disappointed because he had taken longer. Eventually she landed on alder wood with a dragon heartstring. Long and firm. It was engraved with a wave-like design. In this time Mother left and collected all of the supplies. As they prepared to Floo back home, a stray thought crossed Melina's mind.

It's a shame, really, that we didn't meet Renada. She would have made it a bit more interesting. I wonder, will I see her and Margret on the train? I hope so.

THE TRAIN

Melina Bulstode, Brooke Bulstrode, Fabrian Bulstrode, and Darian Bulstrode moved calmly through Platform 9 ¾. A fair amount of people quickly stepped out of their paths. Personally, Melina hated being known after something her parents did, but oh well.

"Melina, Melina, owl me, ok?" pleaded nine-year-old Darian.

Melina gave a rare smile. "Oh course, Darian. I'll tell you about everything."

While this was only partially true, Darian wouldn't find out about the things nine year olds shouldn't, he need never know.

"Melina!" cried a voice. Melina turned around to see a familiar tall figure with strawberry blond hair coming. The sight of her childhood friend never failed to make her happy. Despite Renada being a half-blood (her father was Muggleborn), they had known each other since they were both six.

"It's time," Melina announced in a grave voice. Renada gave her a hard look before erupting into giggles. "I mean, it's literally time. The train leaves in four minutes."

"Shoot! Come on!"

As the two children moved along, it became apparent that their late arrival resulted in all the compartments being full. Come on! The emptiest compartment held a short girl, another first year by the looks of it, with thick dark red hair. And next to her was a familiar figure. Margret Lestrange. Renada knocked. The occupiers looked at each other, then the red-haired girl called, "Come in!"

"Margret Lestrange, a pleasure." Melina said calmly, as etiquette told her to.

"Heiress Bulstrode, the pleasure is mine." Margret replied, clearly automatically, before grinning. "So, how's it going, Melina?"

"Good. Meet Miss Alton, Renada Alton. Miss Alton, meet Miss Lestrange, Margret Lestrange." Margret, who's the redhead?

"Ok, I'm curious. Why does Melina get a title and Margret and Renada don't?" Redhead asked. Ok, so she's a Muggleborn. I mean, Renata's dad is a Muggleborn so I guess it doesn't matter cause he's really good.

"Because said title is 'Heiress'. It means you are the oldest child and inherit the family money and land. I have an older sister and an older brother, and I assume Margret does too. Melina only has a little brother and a whole lot of horses, but I doubt they count." That was Renada speaking. Ugh, Renada, why did you mention the horses?

Melina scowled and rolled her eyes. By Margret's expression, she looked creepy. Like, as heck. "Yes, Renada, the horses don't count because they're not human. And no, it's not a lot. Only three. What's a lot is the entire stable. I don't own the entire damn stable. Only Cassandra, Nightmare, and Thunderstorm." Oh, dear Cassy. I wonder how she's doing. And what about Night? Off to be in a racing competition, no doubt. I hope she wins another medal. And old Thunder?

"And God help us if she starts talking about them," whispered Renada. She seemed completely unfazed by Melina. Then again, the girls had known each other for years.

"Anyway, who are you?" Renada diverted her attention to Redhead.

Redhead smiled. "Lily Evans. Pleasure to meet you." Ok, so I was right, she is a Muggleborn.

"Same." Renada took out a laptop and buried herself in it, her posture remaining perfect. Melina just refrained from rolling her eyes. The remaining three girls looked at each other and shrugged in sync, before beginning to talk about favorite candy. When the trolley came around, it was discovered that Lily was in love with licorice wands. Margret revealed her deepest secret: she was obsessed with milk chocolate and bought half the trolley. Melina showed everyone she had a weakness for sugar quills and chocolate frogs. She didn't collect the cards, she sold them. She had quite a bit. Renada was absorbed by what seemed to be a YouTube crime show. However, Melina told everyone bluntly that Renada's favorite candy was Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. As it was.

As they came off the train, they were met by a breathtaking sight. Hogwarts loomed out of the mist that hung into the air. And now for the Sorting.