Hey! So it's a story I've been writing now for what? Four years? I guess so. My style changed a lot but I decided to leave it the way it was since I was close to my OC's age when I wrote this so it must be how 14-15 year olds think. It will be better, I promise - I have more than 30 chapters already and the 30th was like 8000 words, so...

I grew up with this story. The narrating and AJ changes as the years pass. Just give it a change and maybe you'll find something you like! :)

The first four chapters were written around 1 year prior to the others. I feel like it's a huge mistake now but I won't change it. Please, rate, review, read! :)

This is unbeta'd.

Life sucks. A lot. Bloody lot.

Thoughts simple and not too complicated like this one ran up and down my head. Why, tell me, why did they feel the need to suck my life up? Have I hurt anyone? Okay, except for the teachers who, I suppose, are dealing with hangover the moment we speak after the huge party they throw in honour of me getting my guts out of there. Maybe I wasn't a pedant student but it... hurts. Okay, it doesn't, not really.

So here I am, platform 9 and 3/4. Had anyone tell me a year ago I'll go to study in Hogwarts I'd have dance them around, laughing before I'd asked if they are feeling good. Beauxbatons always meant The School to me. Not because I'm one of those blonde gooses with butterflies flying around them and who runs the corridors in cute little silk dresses. For one, I'm not blonde, nor a goose and I don't like wearing uniforms.

I am Ayami-Jennifer Cook but I think it sounds ridiculous so I use the shortened form AJ instead. I am a pureblood, and half Japanese from my mother's side as you could've guessed from my name but I've been living in France ever since I could remember. I was about to start my fourth year there in Beauxbatons but my parents got divorced and my mother married again. My new stepfather was a wizard living in London who had a son of my age.

Their wedding was during spring and we've moved to England in the summer. Since I've been learning magic as it should happened, I could transfer to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after taking some exams. I was perfectly fine going to my old school but my mother stated I must go to a British school since we don't live in France anymore… Thanks again, mom. Really. Thanks.

I emerged from my thought thanks to the sharp sound of the train whistle – the train was ready to go and I haven't even got my luggage on yet. Since the only ones standing on the platform were parents saying their goodbyes to their children (and I was so not about to ask them since they would sooner tell me how proud they are of their children and which one is theirs and how good their grades are and what their poop was like when they were little than help me) I had to carry my damn-heavy luggage myself. I was staying with my father in the summer and he was in a different country now and my mother said she won't get up just to say good bye. Why would she, really.

I was okay getting it to the end of the platform but carrying them up the stairs seemed to be a problem. I've tried to get them on and failed hard. I bet my sweet cousin have put some pretty little charm on it so it would be heavier. Well done, life sucks.

I was trying to kick them up the train or at least suffer until someone will eventually get all pity over me when someone bumped their luggage carrier right into my back.

"Hey! Can't you see me?" I asked, indignantly, and turned heels. There were two boys standing in front of me similar from head to toe. I figured they were identical twins and since they had quite rare, bright red hair and they were just about the same age as me I guessed they were the Weasley twins my new stepbrother told me about. He has mentioned their names… wait. Something with B and C… Or D and E? No! F and G. One of them is Frederic that's for sure and the other may be… Gerard?

I must've been staring blankly because someone waved their hand in front of me – their black hands. It was Lee Jordan, my stepbrother.

"What's up, Yaya, you like George's so much you won't let them get on the train?"

George, then. I knew it was something with G. I turned around to meet Lee's smirking face. He knew how much I hated the nickname 'Yaya' given by my cousin. I looked up at him, huffily, and pointed at my luggage.

"Won't go up the stais."

It was a slight hint he should help me. He understood since he pushed me down the stairs I was half standing on and took my two trunks before he disappeared inside the train. I barely heard as the twins shouted after him something like their trunks won't go up either but Lee said nothing.

"Well now, if you don't have any friends to camp at," he smiled like a Chesire cat, with the knowledge of me having no acquaintances barring him, "you can come and sit with me. If the twins don't bother you, of course."

"I'm fine until I don't have to share with squirming birds."

We headed off the above mentioned coupe. I managed to look inside some of the other coupes as we passed by them – I saw wizards and witches talking and laughing. It was easy to tell they were all friends. They know each other. Good for them. When we finally arrived at our coupe I sat down rear-facing and Lee sat next to me. When the train was about to leave the door opened and the Weasley twins came inside.

"You arrived, huh?" Lee grinned at them before pointing at me. "You've already met on the platform. Guys, this is my stepsister, Ayami Jennifer Cook. And AJ, they're the ones I've told you about, Fred and George Weasley."

"Hi!" they greeted me in unison.

"Chu," I smiled and formed a peace-shape with my fingers.

"How come we've never see you around before? You were a home schooled or what?" one of them asked.

"No. I've been attending Beauxbatons but since we moved to England I'll start my fourth year in Hogwarts," I explained as I slowly but steadily positioned myself. "I'm supposed to be sorted into a house with the first-year students."

"If you won't be a Gryffindor I'll disown you," Lee patted me on the back with a serious face. I knew he was serious.

"Who's who?" I turned to face the red-heads, asking the first question coming to my mind.

"I'm Fred therefore the uglier one is George," he smirked. I examined his face and tried to find something distinguishing from his brother. I was successful: Fred had a mole on his neck while George did not. Small thing and if I'd have been sitting on his right side I wouldn't see it but better than nothing.

"Oi! That's not true! If I'm ugly what are you? We're identical!"

"So? The aura is the only thing that matters! And I radiate like… like…"

"The Chernobyl nuclear reactor?" I asked, grinning, earning a confused glare from all the three of the boys. I waved with my hand, signaling doesn't mind. I sometimes forgot how I was a strange case with my constant need to know every single thing happening in the muggle world.

With the background music of Fred and George's argument in my ear I leaned my head to the window and looked outside.

In the upcoming hour I was standing half on the sight of dreamland, only words and half-sentences got to my brain. In the first quarter the boys might've tried to start a conversation with me but since I didn't answer they decided to don't pay attention to me. If you've been in half-sleep you know how strange it can get: the images of dreams and reality gets mixed before your eyes, forming a motley and jumbled pile till the point you fall asleep or wake up completely.

I was, for example, in one of Beauxbatons' class, everyone either black or pale with red hair and instead of talking they either rattled or whistled. There was one voice eventually which I could distinguish from the others: "anything off the cart?" I perked my head up at this. Since I came from Frence in the morning I had no time to have a suitable breakfast for me.

I sat up, rubbed the Dream Goblin out of my eyes. That was the moment the Trolley Witch opened the door.

"Anything sweet, dearies?"

"I would like two Licorice Wands," George stood up and payed. I pulled out the money Dad gave me and I neared the trolley.

"I would like eight Licorice Wands, four Chocolate Frogs and three of Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

The witch's eyes slightly widened, I guess all these form a girl was somewhat unusual. Not for herself. I adored sweets, every single shape of it! Somehow it couldn't be told by my looks. Lee said once that all my cells are organs are slave-drivers and since my poor little cells want to minimize the amount they have to suffer during their short lives they try to work as hard as they can… Whatever. After paying I closed the door and the witch moved on to the next coupe.

With my booty in my hands I sat back with a smile from ear to ear.

"What, you're on a fat-died?" Fred asked, chuckling.

"That's nothing! You should see how she has dinner. She eats for, like, four people," Lee smirked and patted my belly. True, I ate a lot, especially for a girl small as me. Though I was only half Asian I looked like one: I seemed to be small and fragile (seemed!), I had straight brown hair and almond-shaped chocolate-colored eyes (chocolate, yumm!). I would like it so far but with thin body came no bosom – though I was fifteen I was flat like a six year old. And it annoyed be. A lot…

"We'll see," said George.

"We can have an eating competition!" Fred agreed.

"We've never beat a girl…"

"…before."

I found the fact they could finish each other's sentences somewhat frightening. I was kind of used to it – when I was little there was two girls from the neighborhood who were twins. I never liked to play with them since they were, like, talking with barely a word or two like they had some strange telepathic connection which I couldn't understand.

I put the Wands away, for harder times; the beans, too, and I opened a Chocolate Frog. Of course it jumped right out of the box and further though it was supposed to only jump once. Stupid sellers.

Since I was tired I decided not to strain myself and bend down, Merlin forbid' catch it. Fred and George, however, didn't seem to think the same as they were eyeing the frog which was croaking on the floor.

"You can have it." I've barely said it when both of them nearly fell to the floor, causing to head-butt each other, opening a door with their legs. The frog happily jumped out to the corridor. There was some serious problem with it.

"The food's getting away!" Lee pointed at it, laughing. We practically laughed our butts off as we watched as the twins tried to go out the door at the same time and hotfoot the frog.

I could see it'll be a funny year, provided I'll go to Gryffindor. That was the point I realized I started to root not to get in any other house.