Alright, so I kinda forgot I was even writing this... I started it for fun. So yeah sorry if people were waiting for it this chapter. I didn't actually think anyone read it.
Orianna's POV
"You're a WHAT?" Fred exclaimed.
"A model..."
"Yeah that! Hey George, we are friends with a model!"
I laughed. "Well, I wouldn't call us friends."
Fred and George stopped their joking abruptly and looked at me in shock.
"Gotcha." I smirked. This was too easy. It was nice to have new victims for my sarcasm. All my friends were too used to it for it to be any fun.
The other guy finally spoke up "Well it makes sense, you're so bloody hot."
Oh hell no. No only did he check me out, he actually said something. I get that some people can't control their feelings, but you sure as hell can control your words. And he has a girlfriends. I thought the Brits were supposed to be polite.
"I'm sure your lovely girlfriend would love to hear that. I could go get her if you like," I said coldly.
He flinched. "She's not my girlfriend..." he mumbled under his breath. "We were just hooking up."
This produced a round of high fives and fist bumps and whatever else guys do from Fred and George. "Way to go Oliver, getting an early start this year I see" Fred exclaimed.
Boys.
"Well Fred, George, I'm going to go to the bathroom, maybe look around a bit. See you later. Bye, Oliver." And with that I walked out. I felt a little bad about ditching Fred and George, but that Oliver guy was so annoying and I just couldn't put up with that anymore. I had enough of that back in Chicago.
I should've just stayed in the compartment. I would have attracted so much less attention. If one more person walked out into the hall to stare at me... Lets not go into that.
As I made my way back to Fred and George's compartment, yet another door slid open. Only this time, the person that came to stare at me decided to tap me on the shoulder. Great, now I actually have to talk to these extremely rude people.
I turned around to see a handsome dark-haired boy leaning against the doorframe of the compartment he walked out of. I looked past him to see his friends watching us with varying degrees of interest. The worst were two girls whispering to each other and glaring at me, while the others continued on with their conversation taking random glances at us.
A voice startled me out of my observations.
"So there is a new girl. I heard rumors, but I wasn't sure. We've never had a new student besides the first years before."
"Uh, I'm sorry, but who are you?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Vincent McMahon. You can call me Vince though." He gave me a charming smile. "And who are you?"
"I'm Orianna Waverly, it's nice to meet you."
"Oh, you're American! That's cool. Hey why don't you come sit with me and my friends for the train ride?"
"Oh sure." Vince stepped to the side and placed his hand on my lower back to lead me through the door.
"Ok Orianna, this is Clarissa and Violet" gesturing towards the two girls, "Calvin," a sandy haired, blue eyed boy with skateboard at his feet, "and my cousin Grant," a tall dark haired boy with a strong resemblance to Vince sitting in the corner looking out the window. "And everyone, this is Orianna."
"Hi everyone, it's great to meet you all," I said nervously. "And yes, I am American," I added as an afterthought.
The blonde girl I thought was Clarissa stood up. "Oh hello, it's lovely to meet you," in a voice that was so sweet it was sarcastic. Well it's good to know I can make friends.
Vince stepped in between us. "I thought it would be a good idea to introduce Orianna to some people before we got to Hogwarts, that way she would have someone to talk to," he said with a pointed glare towards Clarissa.
Violet snorted. "You're only being friendly cause you want to get in her pants. You must have figured the only girl to go for you would be the new girl," she said as she tossed her glossy black hair over her shoulder.
"Violet, shut up," Vince said impatiently. He turned to me "Ignore her, she doesn't like new people all that much."
"It's alright, I am a foreigner," I joked, trying to lighten the mood. No one laughed. I decided to shut my mouth, and sat down in between Vince and Calvin.
After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Clarissa spoke up. "So Orianna, what's it like in the States?" She actually seemed curious, and nothing like the snotty bitch she was a minute ago.
"It's great, completely different than here. The schools are the biggest difference. I went to a muggle high school you see."
Vince snapped his head towards me. "You went to a muggle high school?" he asked in disbelief.
"Uh yeah, my mom's a muggle, but my dad is a pureblood. He lives here in England actually."
Now Calvin spoke up. "I haven't heard of any Waverly wizarding families..."
"Waverly is my mom's name, my dad's last name is Frayne."
"Well it looks like were distant cousins or something! I can't believe this, this is so exciting!" Violet squealed.
"I'm not surprised, I always knew my dad had a big extended family over here, but I never met any of them because I was living in the States."
"So do you know what house you're in yet? Or will you find out at Hogwarts?" Calvin asked.
"Er, what?" What the hell is he talking about? House? I thought this place was supposed to be a castle...
"Your house, there's four: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. You stay in a dorm with your house, and you eat and go to classes together," Grant explained.
"Oh, I actually have no idea, I guess I will find out later."
"You will definitely be in Slytherin, especially if you have Frayne blood. You are part of one of the most respected wizarding families. I guess it doesn't matter if your mother's a mudblood, you aren't living with her anymore," Clarissa pointed out.
That's when the conductor announced that we would be there in fifteen minutes.
"Alright, I better go change, I'll see you there, yeah?"
Vince stood up and slid open the door for me.
"See you soon Orianna, I'm you will be in Slytherin.
I rushed back to Fred and George's compartment, only to find that yet another boy had joined them and Oliver.
"Wow, you weren't exaggerating, she is pretty!" He exclaimed as I walked in the door.
I blushed.
"Oi Lee, stop, you're embarrassing her," George exclaimed, as he stood up and slung his arm around my shoulders.
"OK, I have to get changed, so you all either step out, or hand me my trunk," as I slipped out from under George's arm.
Fred and George exchanged mischievous smiles.
"Why Orianna, we don't need to step out do we? You can change right here, right now," Fred said.
If they weren't so funny, and some of my only friends here, I would have smacked both of them. I decided to get them back instead.
"Alright, give me my trunk then," I sighed, acting defeated. Looking around at the four boys, I noticed that their jaws had dropped. Mission accomplished.
"Um, if you're sure..." Lee said uncertainly, as he got up and pulled down my trunk. Clearly they thought I would put up more of a fight.
He handed me my trunk. I opened it up slowly, rifled through the contents to find my robe, skirt, and button up. I took off my shoes, acutely aware of the four pairs of eyes on me. Guess I fooled them. I pulled my skirt on over my shorts, then took my shorts off from underneath. Then I tucked my tank into my skirt and used it as an undershirt for my button up. I completed my lovely outfit with my robe. I had even managed to keep my aviators on. I turned to face the boys. Fred and George were smirking, Lee was looking at me warily, and Oliver looked slightly disappointed. Creep.
"Well played Orianna, well played," George acknowledged.
"You guys didn't know what you were getting into, I'm a model remember? I know pretty much any trick clothes-related."
"Well hun, can you blame us for trying?" Fred said with a wink.
"You're lucky you're funny," I murmured under my breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing. Hey look, we're here! Lets go see what house I'm in shall we?"
Alright what did you all think? If anyone has any suggestions or advice, please share them. This is my first story, so I don't really know what's expected.
-Brooke