Chapter 2
"So, who's your new friend? She doesn't look very slytherin..." asked my dad as we headed back to the leaky cauldron. My dad is very strict about my slytherin heritage. Everything about him screams slytherin and although I love him sometimes I just want some time with people that I like..."Oh just-" I started to reply but then a place full of owls and rats and frogs and cats caught my eye. "Oh dad I just have to have an owl oh please please please!" "Alright..." My dad murmured reluctantly. "Yay!" I cried as I approached the shop called Eeylops Owl Emporium. As I walked in the smell of droppings tickled my nose I breathed deeply trying to consume as much of the smell as possible. You see I have always loved animals much more than anything else. It seemed as though I was put on earth for that purpose and none other. As I crept through the shop I saw a rather small lonely owl with it's eyes accented by the rim of black around them. Its belly was a light shade of yellowish orange and around the belly was black with tiny speckles of white on it. "That one!" I said confidently. "Are you sure?" asked my dad, "That was pretty quick, besides it doesn't look very majestic for my little slytherin girl..." He trailed off as if trying to hint that he didn't like it. "Oh but dad..." I whined. "alright alright!" He sighed, "How much for that one?" He asked the shopkeeper. "Oh, you want Nero?" "Oh that's a sweet name!" I squealed. "Can we leave now?" Sighed my dad. "Sure" I said.
So the day came when I had to board but I wasn't at all as nervous as before because I knew I had a friend. But as I got to platform 9 3/4 I couldn't find her anywhere I settled for a car near the end of the train praying that nobody would be there. But i had no such luck as I found the platform had a rather gorilla like boy in it whose face made me want to chuck myself off a bridge. He was staring at me... This is really creepy... He won't stop... STOP IT! He stared at me in surprise. God dammit I said that out loud. "Hello!" I said wiggling my fingers and trying to look innocent. "Well well well look whose here its the famous slytherin heir. "Don't call me that..." I said trying to sound confident and unscared... The exact opposite of what I actually was. "Oooh feisty! I like that in a girl." said another one who was quite handsome actually but still looked quite obnoxious. I'm pretty sure his name was Adrian Pucey, my dad pointed him out to me at Diagon alley. I stuck my tongue out, which probably just encouraged them to bug me. "Oh wook at the wittle Girly she so scawed." said the handsome one. "You know," I said, "I would call you an idiot but then I would be insulting every daft person in the world..." "Hey-" He started but I was to fast I cut in, "Save your breath my little airy fairy, you'll need it to blow up your date." I said while a smirk appeared on my face. As the daft beast tried to figure out what had just happened I walked out of the compartment with my head held high, feeling very proud. That's right world! That was Scarlet Slytherin right there. As I half ran through the compartments hoping they weren't chasing me I (quite literally) ran square into a dashing boy who looked 2-3 years older than her. "Well hello there!" he said mockingly, "In a little bit of a hurry I presume?" "Just a little." I answered smirking. "Who're you hiding from?" said the boy. "Ah well you see I kinda pissed off some slytherins back there so now I'm waiting for their gorilla brains to comprehend what I said and then they'll probably come after me..." I said panting slightly. He was chuckling at me now as I tried to shove past him. "Well good to know. I'm Oliver by the way. Oliver wood, Gryffindor quidditch cap'n at your service!" He said this proudly as though he loved the sound of his title. "Omg you're the quidditch captain! I love quidditch!" "Are you any good?" he asked excitedly. "I'm ok..." I answered modestly. Honestly many people have told me that I was an amazing seeker but I didn't like to flatter myself. "Well I'm having tryouts for a seeker this year Charlie says he's not up to it..." he trailed off apparently sucked into some kinda quidditch obsessed thought. Suddenly the doors flew open and standing there was none other than Adrian Pucey and his gang. "Out Wood!" he exclaimed ferociously. "You know I'd rather not." retorted Oliver cooly. "I think I'll stay here." "Well then I suggest you stand down and let us teach the little Girly behind you a lesson!" he nodded to me and I froze in my attempt to escape the car. "Wow that's a pretty long sentence Pucey, how long have you been working on it. A month? Or has it been two?" I smirked unable to hold my tongue. God, what is it with me sometimes I can't speak at all and sometimes I can't stop speaking.
