Orianna's POV
I awoke the next morning to some horrid overplayed pop song bursting from one of my roommates' bedside table. That was one thing I didn't expect, being surrounded by British witches as wizards, I was sure I would never again hear the annoying muggle pop songs I heard on the radio back in Chicago. The weirdest part was that it was coming from Colette's radio. I got the impression she was a pureblood, so why would she be listening to muggle music? Well to each their own. I just wish she had a quieter taste in music.
After gathering my uniform and a towel, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. All three showers were occupied. Fantastic. I probably should have stayed up last night to at least learn my roommates' names. I know Colette, there are three others, two of them in the shower, but I don't know where the other girl is. I went back to my bed and started getting my bag for school ready. Ten minutes later, and still no one's out of the shower.
I knock on the bathroom door. "Are any of you almost done, I need to shower before breakfast?"
"Sorry hun, you snooze, you lose," the oh-so-pleasant voice of Colette Spatts replies.
Well crap.
Making a rather ballsy decision, I grab my stuff and go down to the sixth years' dorm room. From outside, I can still hear showers running. I try the fifth years. As I casually walk by the door, I see Angelina and Alicia standing just inside the doorway, slipping on their shoes. Am I really that late? I think.
"Uh, hi, sorry to bother you, but I woke up late and my bitchy roommate and her friends have been in the showers forever and they didn't seem like they were going to let me shower any time soon, if no one is using your showers could I step in real quick?" My words come out rushed and awkward, and Angelina and Alicia have rather stunned looks on their face after the quick stream of words that rushed out of my mouth.
Then they break into smiles.
"Who's the bitchy roommate?" Angelina asks.
"Colette Spatts," I respond.
They both look at me with looks of sympathy on their face. Alicia groans. "In that case, use the shower anytime you would like."
I laugh. "Thank you, this will most likely not be the last time."
"Well we were about to head down to breakfast, but if you would like for us to wait for you, we wouldn't mind at all."
"I wouldn't want you two to be late, it's fine," I say, surprised by their kindness.
"We probably don't have to leave for another ten minutes, if you can finish up that fast, we'll be waiting."
And with that, I race to the bathroom. For a model, I'm not that pampered. I don't need forty minute showers. I'm done showering in about five minutes, and get dressed in about four. One minute to spare.
I walk out of the bathroom, where Angelina and Alicia are still sitting, like they said. Alicia looks at her watch. "Not bad new girl."
Angelina looks at me, shocked. "No wonder you are a model, not many people can make the school uniform look that good. Usually they just look downright frumpy."
They are right about frumpy. That's why I made a few modifications to my uniform. I took the standard white long-sleeve button up and swapped it for a short sleeve one made with a light, comfortable material. I was wearing a skinny red tie instead of the traditional red and gold striped Gryffindor ones. A black pencil skirt took the place of the pleated one, and I decided to go without tights for the day, and completed the look with a pair of short black boots. I didn't dare change the robe, as that was the one article of clothing where to school required a specific one.
"Tricks of the trade, my friends. And I modeled once, it's not like my job or anything."
My entrance into the Great Hall turned heads. And not in a good way. At least not from the 4th through 7th year girls. The Gryffindor guys saw me as a hot, easy fuck, and the guys of other houses just saw me as hot, considering my little show with Wood wasn't common knowledge. The younger kids were just curious, as it's not every day an American transfer student graces the halls of Hogwarts.
Wood and the twins were sitting in the same place they were at the feast last night, closer to the doors of the Great Hall than it was to the professor's table and the front of the hall. I followed Angelina and Alicia as they made a beeline towards them. There were a few empty spots near them. It must be a known fact that this is where the Quidditch team sits. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor Quidditch team has one more member this year: me. And that was apparently not factored into the seating arrangement. As Angelina and Alicia slipped into the spots they have probably sat in for the last couple years, I just stood there awkwardly.
"Ah Orianna, we saved a seat for you right here!" Fred said, as he and George slid apart, creating a space barely wide enough for me to squeeze into.
"Unless, of course, you would rather sit on Wood's lap?" George suggested in a mockingly innocent voice.
I groaned. This was not going to blow over anytime soon with the twins poking fun at me constantly.
Wood leaned back away from the table and gestured to his lap. "I'm waiting for your cute ass, Waverly," he said while smirking.
I just rolled my eyes and squeezed into the space between Fred and George.
"In your dreams Wood," I said teasingly.
"Or in the Gryffindor common room last night."
"Ha ha, next time I'll just let the she demon have you." Wood's face fell.
"She demon?" I heard Fred whisper under his breath.
"Oh sorry, I meant the lovely, charming Ms. Spatts," I quipped, much to the entire team's amusement.
Ms. McGonagall handed out our schedules. The only person I had classes with was Wood and our schedules were nearly identical, considering we were both 7th year Gryffindors. The only difference was that I was taking Arithmancy when he had a free period. He informed me that he dropped Divination without picking up another class to "focus more on his important classes." Fred then asked why he had the pitch booked every Tuesday from one to two thirty, which just happened to be the time he had his extra free period. The entire team rolled their eyes and joked about his "Quidditch Nazi" ways, while Wood just grinned, not at all ashamed.
"That reminds me, first practice is tomorrow night at five thirty. It will probably got about three hours, IF you all cooperate," Wood told us, much to our dismay.
"Oliver, we'll miss most of dinner!" George exclaimed.
"Exactly, you two have gained enough weight, I don't need you undoing all the hard conditioning work we will do at practice," Wood replied, still grinning.
The whole team groaned.
I stood up to go to my first class. Potions, with the Slytherins. This was a class to be dreaded, according to the twins, but potions had been a natural talent I discovered while teaching myself some of the wizarding studies.
Wood stood up also. Apparently the dungeons took a while to get to, and being late to potions was like signing your own execution order. I bent down to grab my bag, only to have someone passing by slap my ass. I stood up immediately, and turned around to see what pervert I had to deal with now.
I saw a dark haired boy I hadn't seen before, but I identified him as a Ravenclaw by the crest on his robes. He also happened to be pretty attractive, but that was marred by the arrogant smirk his face was sporting.
"What. was. that?" I ask slowly, trying to get the point across that I was furious.
"I couldn't help myself, you have a nice arse. Plus I figured you wouldn't mind considering I've heard you let Wood do much more with you last night."
"WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" I yelled, losing my cool and forgetting we were in the Great Hall. Everyone looked towards us as Mr. Pervert just continued smirking.
"Well then, let's ditch first period and go back to my dorm yeah?" he said as he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me towards the door.
I wrenched my wrist from his grasp.
"What's the problem, everyone knows what a slut you are," He hissed at me.
"Xavier, just leave her alone." Someone had gotten up from the Gryffindor table during the confrontation and walked up to us.
I studied the newest entry to the incident. He was a cute guy with sandy hair the fell just into his blue green eyes, and a dusting of small freckles under his eyes and across his nose. I offered him a small smile, thanking him, which he returned.
Suddenly more confident, he linked arms with me, and started walking out of the Great Hall.
"I'm Ryan. Now, I bet you have Potions next and have no idea where the classroom is. Am I right?"
I nodded silently.
"Well consider me your escort for the day."
Neither of us noticed the way Wood was watching our backs as we headed to potions.