A/N: PLEASE READ! Hello again! I just edited this chapter. There's not much Tom/OC interaction in this one. There's just a lot of my OC Sabrina making new friends with my other OCs. Well, I hope you all enjoy! Hopefully, there'll be more Tom/Sabrina action in the next chapter. Again, sorry if I might've missed some errors! Oh, and this one is a wee bit longer than the other ones.

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Inaccurate Assumptions

"Who's that?"

"What's she doing here?"

"Ew. Look at all that metal on her ears. How revolting!"

"Should we wake her?"

Sabrina felt a finger poke at her cheek. She tiredly swatted the finger away and muttered, "Five more minutes, Adelaide."

"Oh dear Merlin! She knows my name!" an airy voice exclaimed.

"Your name's Guinevere. GUI-NE-VERE. Blimey! How on earth do you forget your own name? You're probably the most—"

"For heaven's sake Guin! Don't poke at the poor ruffian! You don't know what diseases she has..." a snooty voice snapped.

Sabrina had, had enough of listening to their shallow conversation. She forced her tired eyes open and was met by one curious face, and five disgusted faces.

"Hello! My name's Guinevere! But you can call me Guin! What's your name?" the airy voice said. The voice belonged to a highly energized girl with curly, sleep-mussed red hair and freckles to match. Her abnormally large blue eyes stared at her keenly.

"G'morning. My name's—"

"What's your blood status?" the snooty voice rudely interrupted. The unpleasant voice belonged to a devastatingly gorgeous blonde girl, who had two cold silver dimes for eyes. Fat pink hair curlers adorned her hair.

Sabrina frowned at her, already disliking her and her snootiness. Disliking was a major understatement. 'Well fine then, at least I tried being civil.'

She held out her hand and said, "Sabrina Sloane, mud blood. And you are?"

She wasn't graced with an answer, but rather with gasps of shock and horror.

"A mudblood?! A mudblood in Slytherin! There has to be some mistake!"

"Hmph! I knew she was a mudblood! Just look at her vulgar attire!"

"How disgusting! And we'll be sharing a dorm with this filth!"

"We should go and see Dippet about this!"

"Eew! What if we get a disease!? What if we get her parasites!?"

"Oh, I rather like rabbits."

"GUINEVERE!" all five voices screeched, exasperatedly.

"What?" the red-haired girl asked.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting all of you too." Sabrina said, an amused smile making its way onto her face. Oh, how she hated these types of people. They always pissed her off the most.

And with that she got out of bed, and made her way to the trunk Dumbledore had given her. She hadn't had the chance to look through everything (for she went straight to bed after her...pleasant chat with the headboy) and she was very pleased to see Katherine Hepburn styled trousers instead of skirts. She grabbed a pair of the dull school robes and made her way to the bathroom.

"No! No! No! No! You are not sharing a loo with us!" a nasally voice shouted.

Sabrina whirled around and faced the speaker. The speaker had shiny black hair and sharp green eyes and an equally green-smeared face. Sabrina couldn't help but laugh a little. She looked an awful lot like the wicked witch of the west, from The Wizard of Oz.

"What are you laughing at mudblood?" the nameless green-faced girl said.

"Nothing Elphaba."

"What did you just call me? You dirty American."

"Hmmm? Oh nothing. I just noticed that your skin had turned green. I think you might have caught the flu. You know?"

"What flu?" a timid (but equally bigoted) brunette asked.

"The flu you get when precious purebloods are in the same room as horrible muggleborns such as myself. You see, it starts off as a small itch and then the next thing you know, you feel your stomach doing these horrible flips; and you feel like hurling whenever you sense a muggleborn in the room. After that your skin turns green and then...well, I don't think you wanna find out."

Any fool would know that she was being sarcastic, but sadly she was stuck in a room full of self-centered, bigoted, pureblooded bimbos who didn't know the difference between sarcastic and genuine comments. So, now the room was filled with self-centered, bigoted, screaming, pureblooded bimbos.

Sabrina rolled her eyes and snickered to herself as she stepped into the bathroom. She stripped off her clothing from two-thousand twelve and took a nice hot shower. Oh, how she would dearly miss those clothes.

"Moonriver wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style someday..." she sang as she scrubbed off the grime from her skin.

"Oh, dream maker. You heart breaker. Wherever you're going, I'm going your way..."

"What are you singing?"

"Oh-Fuck Merlin!" THUD! Multiple bottles of shampoo and bars of sweet smelling soap fell on top of Sabrina as her bare bottom hit the shower floor.

"Oh! Goodness! I'm terribly sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" the same airy voice cried.

"Oh, no. It's just fucking fine. It's just...What are you doing here!? What happened to knocking?! I happen to be taking a shower!"

She turned the knob and the hot water immediately stopped pouring down. She grabbed a fluffy white towel off of a nearby rack and wrapped it around herself.

"I'm so sorry again! That was terribly insensitive of me! I was just wondering what song you were singing. It's quite lovely!" The ginger haired girl called Guinevere said.

Sabrina stared at her and stepped out of the shower. A confused expression making its way onto her face. 'I thought purebloods weren't supposed to like muggleborns at all in this era…'

"It's a song my mom used to sing to me. It's muggle. You wouldn't know it."

It was indeed muggle but in all honesty, that song hasn't even been composed yet. It would appear some twenty years from now in her favorite muggle film Breakfast at Tiffany's.

"Well, it's a very lovely composition. I'm Guinevere Makori by the way." she repeated. She stuck out a pale lightly freckled hand.

"I've noticed...I'm Sabrina. Sabrina Sloane." Sabrina eyed the pale hand skeptically.

"Aren't you afraid you're going to contract some sort of illness by touching skin with me?"

Guin's already abnormally large blue eyes widened even more. Her mouth opened into a wide smile and she began laughing. Laughing like a mad woman.

"Haha-W-what m-makes you think th-that?" she said between laughs. She held at her sides and fell to the floor. Laughs escaped her lips and she began shaking violently in all her mirth.

"Hehe-s-sorry. I-hehe-I just find it so funny how s-some people think that." The ginger stood up and began swiping at the happy tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes.

"Not to be prejudiced or anything like that, but I thought you disapproved of folks like me."

"Folks like what?"

Sabrina stared at her in bewilderment. Merlin! This girl must be confused!

"Folks like me. You know, muggleborns." she informed her.

Guin's face took on a dreamy expression. "Oh yeah. I'm supposed to. But I don't, anyways."

Sabrina gawked at her. A pureblood Slytherin being nice to her? Why, she felt like laughing herself silly, though Guin had already beaten her to it.

"I don't think that one's blood type should define a person's worth and personality. Society is so degrading, don't you think?"

All she could do was nod her head in agreement. She found a new-found respect for the airy Slytherin ginger.

"You know, I like you Guin." Sabrina smiled at her and she returned it.

"I like you too, Sabrina. I like your style. It was horribly funny watching Arisa start panicking after you told her she had a disease. She looked like she saw my great-granddad in his swim suit."

Sabrina giggled lightly. From the way Guin crinkled her nose, it must be a very unattractive sight.

After Sabrina put on her robes and trousers (which were very comfortable) she and Guinevere went out and headed for the great hall. Thankfully, they were the last to leave, so they didn't run into any of their other house mates.

"Oooooh! You'll love it here! It's absolutely BEAUTIFUL during winter time! And the food here is just HEAVENLY!"

Sabrina nodded her head in agreement as they stepped inside the mouthwatering Great hall. It was just as inviting and beautiful as she last saw it in her own time.

Guin led her to the Slytherin table towards a lone boy sitting at the edge of the table.

"What is the school like in America? Is it anything like Hogwarts?" The ginger-haired witch asked.

"I went to the Salem Witches institute. It's honestly nothing compared to Hogwarts. It's been re-vamped to look like a muggle sky-scraper."

Guin gave her puzzled look. She didn't know what that was.

"You know, tall glass buildings in the cities."

"Oh yes! I've seen them in newspapers and magazines before!"

"Yeah, well it used to be in Massachusetts—a state in the U.S.—but then they moved it to New York because there's a lot of wizards and witches who live there."

"Then why did they make it into a skyscraper?"

"To make it blend in with the muggle buildings. Muggles also inhabit the city, a dangerously high amount in fact. So, we always have to be rather careful."

"Blimey! How do you guys play quidditch then—Marius! You bloody swine! I told you to save me some hot cakes!"

They had finally reached the lone boy at the edge of the table who was eating the last slices of hotcakes on his plate. The boy had dark brown hair and light green eyes, nut brown freckles were sprinkled across the bridge of his nose.

He swallowed and then smirked at Guin and said, "Sorry, you're too slow. And I couldn't let all of these delicious hot cakes go to waste."

He turned his gaze from a very irritated Guin to a very amused Sabrina.

"And who might this lovely, English rose be?" he said, giving her a wink.

"Actually, I'm an American cactus." Sabrina snorted. "Sabrina Sloane."

"Charmed. Marius Fitz, at your service. What would you say to going out to dinner with me?" he winked again and took hold of her hand, giving it a light peck.

Guinevere laughed at him. "Fat chance, Fitz."

"Sorry, mate, but I'm taken." Sabrina winked back and linked arms with Guin.

Marius' light green eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. He had no idea how to respond to that. He didn't think Guin was that type of girl.

Sabrina and Guin exchanged looks of mirth and looked down at Marius' horrified expression. The two of them unlinked their arms and began cackling like the witches they were.

Marius' smiled at the two cackling witches. Relief flooded through him. 'That would have been really awkward.'

"Phew! I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to stand a chance against the great Guinevere Makori."

The two witches laughed even louder earning them a few glares of disapproval. And a, "I hope you bloody die laughing." from a blonde witch, Sabrina didn't bother asking the name for.

Sabrina took the vacant seat across Marius and Guin, piling mountains of food onto her plate.

"Bloody hell, aren't you worried about all those calories?" Guin asked.

"No. I'm on a seafood diet."

"A seafood diet?" Marius laughed. "I hardly call bacon and sausage seafood."

"Not that type of seafood. Seefood! I see food and I eat it."

Guin rolled her eyes and Marius approved enthusiastically.

"You are both going to die of high blood pressure."

"Yolo."

"What?"

"Never mind. It's a muggle thing." Sabrina said, forgetting that she was in the 1940s.

"Right. Where are you from Sabrina? Wait, that was a stupid question. Why did you move to England?" Marius asked, curiously.

"My parents." she said these words in between mouthfuls of glorious food, "My dad's," swallow. "work. He was a," swallow. "businessman. I dunno," swallow. "what type of business," swallow, "exactly." swallow,

"Bloody hell! Chew before you swallow Sabrina! You might choke!" Guin chastised.

Sabrina ate one final mouthful of food and continued speaking.

"We moved to London about a year ago. But then uh...well...I don't really like talking about it." She contorted her face into a painful look and forced a salty tear to stream down her face. 'Damn, I'm good!'

Guin patted her arm reassuringly and whispered, "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for bringing it up! Oh! I feel so terrible! I forgot that there was a war taking place in the muggle world too!"

Sabrina couldn't help but smile a little at how kind Guin was. Marius looked at her with the same gaze as Guin. They were both such good people. She couldn't help but wonder how the hell they were sorted into Slytherin.

"No it's fine. I mean, I still feel er...terrible about what happened, but...it happens. Death happens and it's something that we need to accept even though it hurts like hell... um…It happens to everyone."

Her two new companions nodded in sorrowful agreement. Sabrina felt rather guilty for making them sad, but it was necessary to keep up with her facade.

Marius was the first to break the morbid silence.

"So what classes do you guys have first?"

"I have double transfigurations with the Gryffindors'."

"Same here. How about you Sabrina?"

"Ugh, I have N.E.W.T potions first. Should I be worried?"

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