I feel like this chapter is horrible for some reason...enjoy though!

Chapter 4

Of Toads and Dragons

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Waking up to discover that your escort had disappeared wasn't a pleasant way to wake up. But, being escorted by a friendly and cheerful giant always made you feel better, especially when he set about a ton of pancakes in front of you! Logan grabbed the syrup that sat near her and drowned her food in it, devouring it in seconds.

"Honey, are you sure you want to attend Hogwarts?"

Logan's ears twitched at the sound of a woman's face. The concern dripping in her words made her listen more intently. She chewed slowly, making sure she didn't arouse any suspicion.

"Yes mum, I do. I'm the first witch in our family. They chose me for a reason and I need to find out why." It that girl from the night before…Lunar. The woman was probably her mother.

"But it's so dangerous-"

"And I'm willing to take that risk."

There was an awkward silence between the two, Logan could feel it. There must've been numerous fights between her and her parents. Girls in the diner back home would always complain about how their parents wouldn't let them do this or do that. One time, Logan had turned around and said, "Life's rough, get over it." Logan chuckled at the memory; those girls had run away.

"Mum, you love me right?"

"Yes I do, and I'm speaking for your father as well."

"Then let me do this."

Before Logan could listen to more, Hagrid and Harry slumped into the chairs close to her. Logan looked over her shoulder clandestinely, seeing Lunar's mother look startlingly at Hagrid, probably because of his size and pulled her daughter away.

"Are ya two ready fer school?" Hagrid asked them both.

The two nodded which made Hagrid disappointed in their lack of enthusiasm. Maybe they were just tired? Hopefully they wouldn't be like this at school, though Logan seemed to have an aura of care freeness around her. She was probably going to be the one to get in trouble for not doing her homework…

"Time ter go?" he asked them.

The nodded again, Harry leaving his unfinished pile of food; Logan leaving her spotless one. Maybe she'll get a kick out of his rock cakes.

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People ran past them hurriedly, hoping that their train wouldn't go. Harry's owl, Hedwig, hooted irritably when someone bumped into her cage. The man whizzed by without an apology, his suitcase flying in different direction behind him. The train whistled beside them and they hoped that that wasn't their train. But this was Platform nine and ten; they were looking for Platform 9¾.

Harry stopped by a service man. "Do you know where Platform 9 ¾ is?" he asked. The man's face scrunched in distain. "Are you daft? Take a look around, kid, answer that question for yourself."

The man walked away, causing Harry's shoulders to slump in dissatisfaction. Logan looked around, leaning on the cart railing, a puzzled expression upon her face.

"…packed with Muggles every year, of course. Come on, platform 9 and 3/4…" Logan turned her head to see the owner of the voice was a short, plump woman with red hair and rushed look on her face. Alongside her was a small girl with short, red hair and freckles; trailing behind her were four boys, all with red hair, freckles, and tall structures.

Harry and Logan exchanged looks, nodded, and followed the group, hanging back a bit. The group stopped at a stone pillar with two large plastic signs marked nine and ten. Logan and Harry stopped behind the twins, watching intently.

The woman turned along with her daughter towards the boys. "Alright Percy, you first." the woman said, waving towards the pillar. The seemingly oldest boy walked until he was a steady distance away from the pillar and he ran to the pillar and sunk in. Logan gasped at how he had vanished and none of the people around them seemed to notice.

"Fred, you next." the woman said, pointing to the twin on Logan's right.

The red-haired boy frowned, "I'm not Fred, I'm George!" he said. "Honestly woman and you call yourself our mother."

"I'm sorry George…" She waved towards the pillar and the boy stopped when he was at the same distance the first boy was at.

"I'm just kidding, I'm Fred." And he ran straight into the pillar, sinking in and vanishing. His twin, presumably George, followed his brother.

The last boy started forward, but stopped when harry approached them. "Excuse me, but how do you-"

The woman laughed. "Get onto the platform? Don't worry, its Ron's first year as well." She pointed towards the fourth and youngest boy who was probably her youngest son.

Ron had a head of red hair, tall and thin like all this brothers with long limbs and freckles. He gave a smile and small nod towards Harry and Logan, backing up slightly.

"You can both go before Ron."

Logan watched as Harry hesitantly walked to the front of barrier.

"Now all you do is walk or run if you're nervous between the platforms nine and ten. Don't be afraid to run into it, see that's the trick."

Harry nodded and gave a skeptical look at the barrier before licking his lips nervously and ran towards the barrier and disappeared.

Ron went next, forgetting that Logan was standing there. He ran through the barrier and Logan was left. The woman pulled Ginny away from the barrier and they sped away, leaving Logan by her lonesome.

Why did everyone forget about Logan?

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Harry had disappeared somewhere, leaving Logan to find a compartment on her own. She dragged her trunk (guitar strapped to it) behind her, heaving it up onto the train. As she walked down the narrow corridor, Logan couldn't help but notice the mother from earlier, hugging her four children. The green-eyed girl smiled at how she all gave them kisses on the cheeks, causing them to blush.

Logan stopped at compartment 7; open to her and her alone. Throwing her trunk in, she stepped in, sliding the door behind her. A bag holder was above one of the seats and she pushed her heavy trunk above it.

"Croak…!"

The girl gasped, checking the ground to only see a lump of brown warts. It was a toad. Her half-closed eyes stared into its half-closed eyes. Its long pink tongue shot out and landed on her cheek, drawing back quickly.

"I'll keep you until your owner comes to my compartment, if I can find one."

She set the toad down on the seat. It chirped contently beside her. People passed by her department, looking in briefly, but the sight of the scars on her face drove them away. They always did that. Every time she looked in the mirror, the first things she saw were the lines of ugliness on her face, the things that scared people off.

The train started to move and pretty soon, everyone had disappeared and the train was moving steadily quickly. No one had settled in her compartment.

Logan stood up on the cushioned seat, unlatching her trunk.

"'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.'" Logan shrugged and sat back down, opening the book and started to read.

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Logan had spread out on the seat; leg draped over the side and book was spread out over her face to shield out the light. But as she was dozing off, the compartment door slid open. Logan lifted the book just enough to see a kind-looking elderly woman holding onto a cart full with brightly colored candies and a small basin with bottles of shimmering juice.

"You look like you're starving. Want anything off the trolley dear?" she asked, giving a soft smile. Logan jumped up, catching the toad that had been on her stomach, sleeping. Sammy meowed loudly, jumping up on Logan's shoulder, peering down on the many treats.

"I have no idea what most of this is, but can I have a bit of everything?"

"Just for yourself?"

"Yep, I get really hungry when it's near a….when I travel." She had almost told her about the full moon, sheesh. Logan dug in her pocket and brought out her leather money pouch that she had bought in Diagon Alley.

"Alright, that would be 11 silver sickles and 7 bronze knuts." the woman said. Logan gave her the right amount and the woman piled sweets into her arms, along with a bottle of ice cold pumpkin juice. "Um, can I ask you something?"

"Yes?"

"What do I do with my luggage when we arrive at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, you just leave it on the train and we take it up to the castle. Don't worry about it dear." Logan nodded and took her sweets inside and slid the door closed with her foot, but something caught it.

Hoping it wasn't the toad, she turned to look down and saw a foot there. She looked up to see a smirking Draco. He slid the door open and watched as Logan dumped her sweets on the seat and moved out of the way so Draco and two large, mean-looking boys came in.

"What do you want?"

"Someone to taunt." he replied simply, throwing himself on the seat. His two companions stepped in, sliding the door closed, and blocking it. Logan eyed them suspiciously, sorting out her candy in colors.

"What, you couldn't taunt these two?" she asked, jutting her thumb towards the two meaty boys.

"No, I wanted to see your lovely face."

Logan looked over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes curiously at him. That smug look on his face…she wanted to slap it off. One of the two boys at the door glanced down at her sweets appreciatively and reached out to grab some, but Logan turned sharply towards his arm, and snapped her teeth in its direction. The boy drew back his arm quickly, looking at the other in disbelief.

"DON'T…touch my food!"

Draco chuckled behind her, causing her to turn around. "Relax, you loon, they're just sweets!" He seemed to be enjoying this thoroughly. Logan frowned, grabbing the wrist of the same boy. She turned to him, glaring at him.

Logan grabbed the pumpkin juice bottle that one of the goons was trying to steal and put it in her lap. "Tell them to quit before I transfigure them both into toads." she told Draco and he nodded at them.

She's always been territorial of her food, no matter what. People around here were dense, persistent jerks…well, just Draco and his goons; the rest were alright. She wondered where Harry went, she'd much rather be with him then these three. At least Harry didn't smell like the two behind her.

Logan gave Draco a tired look and pulled out her wand, pointing it towards the two bodyguards. "I told you to quit, but it seems you're not getting the clue so if you try to take my stuff one more time, I'll kick all three of you out."

The boy who had Logan's wand to his throat, gulped and tried to back up, but fell backwards when the compartment door slid open. A frightened-looking boy stood there, looking down at the goon with wide eyes.

"U-Um…" His gaze flitted over to Draco who was scowling menacingly at the boy and Logan's foot met his foot, giving him a look when he turned his scowl towards her.

"Trevor!" the boy shouted, pouncing towards the toad that was sitting on the seat next to Logan. When he stood up, bringing the toad to his chest, he beamed at Logan. "You found him! Thank you so much!"

He stepped forward, sticking his hand out. "I'm Neville Longbottom and this is Trevor." Trevor croaked, its tongue flying out and sticking to Logan's cheek, just like before. He retreated his tongue and croaked happily.

"He must like you…uh…"

"Logan Wolfram." She took his still outstretched hand and they gave a friendly handshake.

"Awwww, Longbottom's got a girlfriend now! How sweet!" Draco jumped up, striding over to Neville and getting into his face. "My father called your parents a disgrace. Ugh, I'm disgusted to be in the same room as you." He turned to the two frowning brunettes. "I bid you farewell…second-hand loon…and her faithful dog."

Draco pushed through his goons and they followed, like two dogs trailing behind their master.

Neville turned to Logan, giving a small, sheepish smile. "Can I stay here? I was sharing a compartment with Hermione Granger…she's kind of…bossy." It was the only word he could come up with that described her.

They sat down, looking through the candy. She didn't mind sharing her candy with Neville, she liked him. Neville eyed a jelly slug, fingering it. "Can I have this?" he asked.

"Sure."

He popped it in his mouth, smiling happily. "They're my favorite." he informed after swallowing. "My grandmum always gets me them when she goes to Hogsmeade. I'm not allowed to go with her on those trips though; she says that they're too boring for children like me."

Logan smirked, picking up a jelly slug for herself. It was cherry flavored with red jelly that oozed out of the eyes when she squeezed it. She licked the goo off and plopped the jelly into her mouth, her taste buds bursting from the flavor.

They were quiet, enjoying the sweets, when the door slid open and they looked up to see a girl standing there. This girl had a head full of bushy brown hair and large brown eyes; she also had large front teeth. Already dressed in her robes, she looked directly at Neville.

"I see you've found your toad." she stated. Bossy voice…probably going to be one of the bookworms and students that did extra homework for fun; Logan had watched them on her small run-down T.V. at home and they always got on her nerves.

This must have been the girl that Neville was talking about earlier.

The girl looked at Logan with a know-it-all look. "And who might you be?" she asked. Logan nodded, "Logan Wolfram. You?" she questioned, biting down on a licorice wand. The girl pushed a strand of bushy hair out of her eyes. "I'm Hermione Granger."

Neville grabbed a chocolate frog and opened it, catching the frog before it could get away. He swallowed before talking, "Do you want the card?"

"What card?" Logan asked, taking the pentagonal shaped card from Neville's fingers. "Hey, that's Godric Gryffindor, he's one of the…"

"…founders of Hogwarts." Logan finished, tilting the card in different directions. The man had a mane-like crop of red hair and green eyes. Logan pocketed it and grabbed another chocolate frog. "How many cards are there?"

"There's over a hundred. I've only got a few." Neville said, chewing on a licorice wand. Hermione cleared her throat, the other two diverting their attention to her again. "Logan, I would advise you to change into your robes soon. We'll be arriving soon."

And with that, Hermione strode off to another compartment. Neville leaned in, "She reads for fun you know…"

Logan's eyes got wide, whispering back. "That's a crime."

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Logan took Hermione's advice and changed into her uniform. When she was with Professor McGonagall in Diagon Alley, she had begged her teacher to let her wear the pants and not the skirt; afraid that people would see the numerous wounds and scars on her legs. McGonagall had agreed and now Logan was dressed in a V-necked sweater over a dress shirt, black pants, black dress shoes, and her black robes. She had placed her wand in her robes, waiting for the train to stop.

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"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" Logan jumped off the train, looking around to see Hagrid waving a hand for all the newcomers to see. Logan made her way towards him and smiled when he looked down at her. "Logan, how ya doin'?" he asked.

"Good thanks." Logan replied and spotted Harry and the red-headed Ron from before. She waved them down and grinned, "Have a nice travel?" she asked him. He nodded. "Yeah, Ron and I basically got the whole sweet trolley." he said.

"Me too."

They laughed and Ron stepped forward. "Listen, about earlier today at the train station. I remember how I cut into the line and I wanted to apologize." He gave a sheepish smirk and shrugged his shoulders.

"No worries; I'm sort of used to it."

"Good because I felt bad about leaving you behind."

Logan nodded and they shook hands. "I'm Logan Wolfram by the way."

"Ron Weasley, nice to meet you."

Hagrid waved his huge arms towards a narrow path that had led to a spot near the edge of a shimmering black lake. Students stood in awe as a large, medieval-looking castle was seen, lights glistening from the inside.

"Four per boat!" Hagrid shouted and took a boat completely for himself.

Logan followed Harry and Ron into a boat and Neville got in beside Logan.

Soon, they'd be in Hogwarts….and Logan would have to face a whole year of magic, dark creatures, and possibly friendship….hopefully…

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Logan could smell her from all way at the bottom of the stairs. Professor McGonagall's faint flowery perfume that only Logan could smell was floating in the air around her. The older woman stopped all her new soon-to-be students.

"The start-of-the-year feast will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you'll be sorted into your House and you will be seated with your fellow Housemates!"

That's when the large double doors that led to the Great Hall opened up to reveal chattering kids. Four long tables filled the room; each table covered in sorted kids. Logan could smell food, delicious-smelling food that made her stomach growl. God she was hungry.

The first years gathered in a crowd in front of a stool, a ragged, mangled hat stood on it. Professor McGonagall had a scroll in her in her hands and she said, "Now, when I call off your name, you'll take a seat and when you're sorted, you'll sit at the appropriate table and we'll continue with the Sorting."

She opened the scroll. "Hannah Abbot."

A small blonde that wore her hair in pig-tails walked nervously up to the stool and sat down. The hat was placed on her head and many students gasped as it had suddenly become alive.

"HUFFLEPUFF!!" yelled the hat and Hannah skipped over to the table at the far end on the right.

"Susan Bones." She was also sorted into Hufflepuff and she went to go sit next to Hannah.

Terry Boot and Mandy Brocklehurst were sorted into Ravenclaw and they were greeted by their fellow housemates. Lavender Brown was sorted into Gryffindor and the table second to the left exploded in a chorus of cheers as she sat down.

Millicent Bulstrode was sorted into Slytherin and as she passed Logan, she gave her an uppity look and thrust her nose into the air. Logan watched her sit down and hoped that she wouldn't be sorted into Slytherin and have to deal with her.

Justin Finch-Fletchley was sorted into Hufflepuff and a boy named Seamus Finnigan who had sat on the stool for a whole minute was sorted into Gryffindor.

The bossy Hermione Granger was next and she sat on the stool quite proudly. "Gryffindor!!" the hat shouted and she too skipped over to the table full with smiling faces. Logan heard Ron groan.

"Neville Longbottom!" Professor McGonagall called out. Neville gave Logan a hopeful look and she gave him a reassuring nod. He walked up there with shaky knees and sat down, gasping when the hat jumped.

After awhile, the hat finally shouted, "Gryffindor!" Neville ran off with the hat still on his head and he had to double-back to the stool to give Morag MacDougal the hat.

Draco was next after Morag. The hat didn't even touch his head when the hat shouted, "Slytherin!!"

He gave a proud smirk to Logan and went to sit between his two goons.

There weren't many people left until Harry and when the Professor finally called out his name, an array of chatter rang through the Hall.

"Potter, as in Harry Potter?"

"The Harry Potter?"

The hat was placed over his messy black hair and the hat debated at once. "Hmm, difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's plenty of talent, goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting…so where should I put you?"

"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin…" Harry whispered to himself, but Logan heard him.

"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the hat. "Are you sure? But you could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin could help you on your way to greatness, no doubt about that – no? Well if you're sure, better be….Gryffindor!!"

The whole Gryffindor table cheered loudly, clapping excitedly that they had gotten the famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

After that, Dean Thomas was sorted into Gryffindor and a girl named Lisa Turpin was sorted into Ravenclaw. Then it was Ron's turn and he was so green in the face, he looked like he was about to get sick. The hat gasped, making Ron jump. "Another Weasley, eh; I know just what to do with you…Gryffindor!!"The entire Gryffindor table whooped for him and his brothers congratulated him.

"Lunar Calypsa!"

Logan hadn't even seen her since that morning. She looked nervous, but of course, everyone else was as well. But Lunar looked real nervous, almost to the point where she looked like she could pass out.

She sat down, drumming her fingers against the stool seat nervously as the hat was set upon her head. It came to life instantly, a puzzled look upon its face.

"Your mind, my dear, very well endowed in the knowledge section, but too quiet to let anyone see that part of you. You want to be great, alongside people who you feel most comfortable with, but those who'll give you space when wanted. I know the perfect people to do that job…Ravenclaw!!"

Lunar gave a look of relief, McGonagall ripping the hat from her head quicker than the girl that sprinted from the stool. A number of people shook her hand and even then, she looked nervous.

"Logan Wolfram." She couldn't ignore the tight smile McGonagall gave the girl as she walked up there.

"Do you see her scars?"

"What happened to her? She has grey in her hair already…"

Logan ignored the comments and the hat was placed on her head. The hat squirmed on her head.

"Another brilliant mind, probably the best I've seen yet. You're a brilliant strategist, always two steps before the enemy. You'll do brilliant in the future, I can sense it." The hat stopped for a moment. McGonagall clenched the scroll in her hand, wishing that the hat wouldn't take so long. The hat continued, "I see a lack in courage though...why, this is the hardest decision I've made in my life!! I can't decide…erm…"

The whole Great Hall filled with a thick tension. The upperclassmen had never experienced a baffled Sorting Hat before. He was always quick with his suggestions, his longest though being five minutes, but he had sorted that student with no hesitation!

"You have lots of problems, my dear, lots of them. Some of these are causing you to fall in the social area. You want strong friendships…yes, that's it, and you're very loyal, even though you've never really had any friends. I see that you want people to see you before they see the scars…I've figured out your place…Gryffindor!!

Logan felt a wave of relief rush over her. She couldn't ignore the mediocre happy look on McGonagall's face when she took the hat off her head so that she could go sit with the cheering Gryffindors.

"Great to have you in our House." a boy with red hair said. "I'm Percy by the way…Percy Weasley. I'm a Prefect."

"More like pinhead." one of the twins from earlier said.

"Oh shut up George."

"It's Fred." he said and he stood up so he could lean in to shake Logan's hand. "I'm George-"

"And I'm Fred." the other said, moving George out of the way so he could take Logan's hand in his. The two had obviously been messing with Percy's head. They shook and sat back down. Logan's eyes grew wide when she saw all the piles of delicious-looking food. And the smell…oh the smell made Logan's mouth water.

Steam rolled off of the hot food and Logan noticed that she wasn't the only one who was happy to see food. Ron was already digging in, his plate nearly a hill.

She grabbed some roasted chicken and immediately tore off pieces with her canines. Pretty soon, there was nothing left but the bones and they disappeared much to her pleasure. Lamb chops were next and she went through about four of those, nothing but bones. She piled sausages, bacon, and potatoes with gravy on her plate, attacking them like there was no tomorrow.

"Slow down…" Percy said, taking a steak from the pile. "You'll choke."

"I'm really hungry." Logan stated, helping herself to a juicy steak and some crisp fries.

"Didn't you eat on the train?" Percy asked.

"Yes I did actually; a pound of candy as a matter of fact along with two bottles of pumpkin juice."

Percy eyes grew wide as he watched her take about three ham sandwiches in each hand. He returned to his steak, taking small bites. He was already feeling full just watching Logan eat.

"Hey Gryffindor…" a nasally voice said behind Logan. She turned around with a fry sticking between her lips and she quickly inhaled it when she saw Millicent and the pug-faced Pansy smirking at her.

"Where'd you get those scars? Did a bear attack you?"

Draco was sitting near them and his ear twitched at the conversation. Logan frowned, "I don't think it's any of your business on how I got them thank you." Logan turned and tried her best to ignore the taunts that the Slytherin girls were sending over.

Logan was buttering her bread roll when something hard hit the back of her head. She looked down and saw a sausage lying on the ground. Many snickers rose from the Slytherin table as people slapped what's his name…Goyle…on his back.

Percy turned around and said, "You better cut that out before I give you detention for a week." Another Slytherin stood up, glaring at Percy. "What'd you say, blood traitor?" he asked, showing off to his friends.

Logan ignored the immature Slytherins, eating her roll slowly.

"How old are you really?" Pansy started in. "My father's in his mid-thirties and he doesn't even have grey hair yet."

The scarred girl looked over her shoulder, "I'm your age, but my mind is way to mature for you to fully understand my next words…you uncouth, repugnant, fatuous snob." Logan spun around, snickering at Pansy's totally lost look. The Gryffindors were laughing while the Slytherins were sneering.

"Why you…!"

This time, something sticky hit the back of her head. The Slytherins roared in laughter as Logan gritted her teeth, clutching the sides of the table.

"Ignore them Logan, they're not worth your time." Fred said, glaring over at the opposite tables.

"Is the little Scar-Face crying yet?! If not, get a load of this!" Logan felt more pelts on her back and head. Her anger had died down, regaining her calmness. She quietly ate her tender steak.

Finally when something incredibly hard made Logan fall forward. The goblet dropped to the floor, making a loud clanging sound. It drew attention, especially the black-haired man from before. He stood up, walking over, black robes flowing behind him.

"What is going on over here?" he asked, his words slow. Percy stood up, "Professor Snape, these hooligans," he pointed at the Slytherins. "Were throwing food at Miss Wolfram here."

Snape glared at Percy, "Sit down Weasley." he barked. His cold look went down to Logan. "Is that true, Miss Wolfram?"

She looked over at the Slytherins, who sat there, looking like angels for Snape. Logan raised an eyebrow, nodding her head.

"Yes sir, what Percy's telling you is indeed the truth."

He turned to the snake lovers, frowning. "If I hear one more complain about you, you'll all be in detention before you say, "I didn't do it." He walked way after one last look at his table and strode off.

"Slytherins are a nasty lot. Always think that they have the right to do whatever they want." George added, helping himself to a jam doughnut.

Logan licked her lips at the fresh desserts and started to pile treacle tarts, jam doughnuts, chocolate éclairs, strawberries, and a slice of apple pie topped with French vanilla ice cream and whipped cream.

After dessert, she downed it with a goblet of water.

Unfortunately, she had not been done with dinner, but she was satisfied with what she ate and couldn't wait until breakfast in the morning.

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"Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song, and make it better. Remember, to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better."

Logan sat on her new bed, strumming her guitar. It had been days since she strummed the old strings, creating the music that calmed her down. Lately, she had been singing a lot of the Beatles; she liked their music, it was easy to copy.

One of her personal favorites: "Well since my baby left me, well I found a new place to dwell! Well, it's down here in the lonely streets of Heartbreak Hotel!"

She heard laughs behind her. Peering over her shoulder, she saw Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil whispering amongst themselves. Logan shook her head, continuing to strum. A scent of strawberries filled the air around her.

"What do you want?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. Lavender was, in Logan's mind, a preppie girl with long, blonde, wavy hair and big blue eyes. She was probably going to break a lot of hearts in the future…

"I'm Lavender Brown-"

"I gathered."

"And well, my friend and I, Parvati Patil-"

"I gathered."

"Well, we think-"

"I gathered."

"Will you let me talk?!" Lavender's voice went up an octave as she clutched her hands into fists. Logan saw Hermione come in, stopping when she heard Lavender's shrill tone. The bookworm came in, throwing her books on the bed, plopping down.

"Well, we both think that your scars are very intriguing and we want to know where you got them." Lavender said, a little quickly. Logan's tired, half-closed eyes stared up at the prep.

"I'd rather not talk about it." she said, propping her guitar up against the wall. Lavender frowned, not wanting to hear that answer. "Oh come on, you can tell me."

Logan laid down, propping her pillow up. Hopefully she would get the clue and drop the scar question. She hated people's interest in her scars; it wasn't any of their damn business. Lavender obviously was persistent because she sat on the edge of Logan's bed and shook her.

"Please tell me." she whined, bottom lip protruding out.

Logan ignored her and curled up in a ball.

"Why don't you just leave her alone?" Both girls looked up to Hermione standing there, a thick, leather-bound book tucked under her arm. "She obviously doesn't want to talk about it." she said, slamming her book on her nightstand.

Lavender stuck out her tongue and hurried away, down the stairs and into the common room. Hermione groaned, sitting on her bed. "She was so annoying on the train."

Logan sat up. "Um, thanks Hermione."

"It was no problem at all…" Logan stood up, walking over to examine the book she had been reading. "I read this book on the train." It was the Herbology book they had needed. "Interesting…"

"I started an hour ago and I'm already on chapter thirty." She gave a smug smirk. "Where are you in it?" she asked, as if Logan wasn't smart enough to read it that quick. Logan smiled, "I finished it in an hour."

Logan strode off, leaving Hermione flustered and flabbergasted.

That was the start of their friendship/rivalry…

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, not me.