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Dedication: My twin who looks nothing like me and lives in an entirely separate house: Sarah "Smurf" O'Connell for introducing me to an awesome anime series called Ouran High School Host Club. So everyone: YOU CAN BLAME SMURF FOR MY LACK OF DAILY UPDATES!

Draco: Stop yelling in my ear. You are giving me a headache. Also, why are there two suspiciously Weasley- like twins who look like they stepped out of a cartoon following me around?

Vampyress: Heh. Heh. Funny story about them….

Hikaru: Vampyress, are you

Kauru: Talking about us again?

Vampyress: NO! I'M NOT! SHUT UP!

That summer flew by. I practiced spells and potions every evening, and read my textbooks every night.

Not only that, but I was trying to return to diurnal sleeping habits, which wasn't easy after being nocturnal my entire life

A week before school started, I finally managed to fix my sleeping patterns. The look on Greyback's face when he came to wake me up and discovered that I was just getting ready to go to bed: Priceless.

By that point, I could practically recite the books from memory and had mostly mastered transfiguration and potions, and I was well on my way to being the best witch at Defense Against the Dark Arts of my age, or so I thought, since I didn't know any other eleven year-old witches.

The day of my departure to Hogwarts was the first day of my life that I didn't have to be dragged out of bed, literally. In the past, Greyback always had to wake me up, and then manage to get me out of bed without getting himself killed, which was quite a feat when the person you are trying to drag out of bed is throwing knives at you and trying to kick you in terrible places. So maybe I'm just not a morning person. Don't you dare judge me, or I will Crucio your face off. (Would that even work? I have to try that some time)

On this particular day, however, I managed to grumble and claw my way out of bed ALL BY MYSELF! I was really quite proud of myself.

I got dressed quickly and set about packing my trunk.

Okay, so I got dressed quickly considering the fact that it usually takes four hours. Anyway, I wore a pair of black skinny jeans with a black and green studded belt that had chains hanging off of it. With them, I wore a tight black t-shirt with a green snake design on it and a spiky choke collar.

I had died the blonde streaks in my hair green the night before, so I didn't have to do anything with that besides brush it. I then topped off my outfit with black lipstick, eyeliner, and black and green platform boots that came up to my knees.

THEN, I packed my trunk, which was easy. All it took was a flick of my wand, and all of my books, supplies, and clothing were put away, nicely organized, in the black studded leather trunk Greyback had gotten for me..

I had just finished packing when Greyback himself came running into the room, flinging the door open. "IT'S TIME TO GET UP EVELYN!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I chucked a spike heeled shoe at him, successfully hitting him in the eye. "I'm already up, dumbass," I growled "And if you are going to be bringing me to the station, you'll have to promise not to be such an idiot. I am an amazing person, and therefore all the kids my age will be so completely moved by my awesomeness, that they will all want to be my friend. If you show up acting like a total idiot, however, I will then be labeled 'The girl with the mentally challenged uncle' AND I DON'T WANT TO BE LABELED THE GIRL WITH THE MENTALLY CHALLENGED UNCLE!"

I looked over at the target of my lengthy, but important, rant, and found that he had already passed out cold, probably upon finding that I had gotten out of bed on my own, and was now lying on the floor.

Approximately thirteen minutes later, he was on his feet again, examining my outfit with eyes like a hawk. He seemed pretty happy about it, which was a relief, considering the fact that that meant that I wouldn't have to deal with his whining and complaining about how I never do anything with my look, and how I'm so pretty, but no one else knows it because I never put in the effort to show off my beauty.

Now, obviously, I don't put too much effort into my appearance because if I did than my beauty would be blinding, and I wouldn't want those around me to be blind, because then how would people admire how stunningly beautiful I am?

Greyback, who was now nodding, still smiling like an idiot, waked me from my thoughts. "Well Evelyn, I'm proud of you. You look gorgeous today! See? All those fashion lessons I gave you when you were little about the powerful effects of the color black, leather, and metal has finally paid off!" he beamed and moved to give me a hug, which I dodged. Have I mentioned how much I DESPISE hugs? 'Cause I do.

I looked at him funny, and then all of a sudden, something in the back of my mind clicked. "Hey Greyback, are you gay?"

Greyback went white. "W-What? I have no idea what you are talking about. I will have you know, young lady, that I am as straight as a wand." He then held out his wand, which was cedar with a unicorn hair core, as if to prove his point.

"But Brother Greyback," I snickered, "Your wand is curved."

His face went beet red and he sprinted out of the room, trying to escape my laughter. New blackmail material. I love it.

I was still laughing when I went to put Blood Star in her cage, making it all the more difficult to get her into the damned thing, since she was fighting with all that she had to stay out of it. As soon as I got one paw in, another one had gotten free. After an hour long fight with the stupid feline, I finally came out victorious, slamming the cage's door closed before Blood Star could escape. I had lined the cage with blankets the night before, so Blood Star was plenty comfortable in the crate, it was just that she didn't like the concept of being stuck in one place, unable to wander around as she pleased. Oh well, sucked to be her.

I grabbed my stuff and ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, eager to get to King's Cross Station