"I am not crazy! And James is dead- what the hell's going on?" I demanded. Dumbledore stared at me, eyes twinkling.
Twinkling blue eyes are so mainstream.
"My dear, who are you?" Dumbledore asked, truly agitated.
"I'm Nyx Blaine. I'm a hipster from freaking 2013, where everyone has a favorite Angry Bird and an Instagram. And I live in a world where the Wizarding World is just a freaking damned work of fiction. And also where we have Sirius Black wallpapers, just staring at you with those gorgeous eyes as you fall asleep into dreams beyond-"
Dumbledore looked truly amused as he listened to my ramble.
"Is that so?" He asked me. I'm starting to hate English people.
"You die in 6th book." I tell him. He chooses to ignore the comment.
"Would you like to get up?" He asks pleasantly. I'm close to kissing him when Madame Pomfrey's angry voice cuts through our conversation.
"She needs rest, she can't-"
"Dude, I'm going to go crazy if I stay in this cot any longer. C'mon, pl-ee-ee-ee-ee-eese?!" I beg. She sighs and nods her consent.
***. . .*** . . .*** . . .*** . . .*** . . .*** . . .*** . . .
"Oh. My. Rowling," I gasp as we walk into the Great Hall. Four freaking long tables. One giant table for the staff in the front. Long windows letting light leak in. I swear, I mentally pissed my pants. Dumbledore smiled at my eagerness and took me to the front of the hall.
"Attention," He said in a calm but firm voice. People turned to gape at us, and I couldn't help but gawk like an idiot when I saw the Mauraders. Tears of joy leaked into my eyes, and I mouthed, "I love you" to Sirius. He was gorgeous like always, sitting next to his little friends and hitting on girls. They grow up so fast…
"We have a guest here, as you can see," He gestured to me, and I put my left hand up in a sheepish wave.
"Hey, freaks of nature! Just to let you know, I prefer HP to the Hunger Games any day!" I called out.
Silence. I half-expected a cricket chirp.
"And we are blessed to have her here today."
"My Rowling, Dumbledore, that means so much to me," I sniffed and wiped a tear from my cheek. And, if you must know, I wasn't mocking him in the least. I was actually overwhelmed by how emotional I was.
DAMN MY HORMONAL ANGST!
"She has come late into the year, because her Hogwarts letter has been stuck all the way in Canada for some time. I hope you all will treat her with respect and fairness."
"Social justice is a true gift," I nodded wisely. Dumbledore snapped his fingers and said, "Accio Sorting Hat!"
And then a leathery cloth flew up into his hands. I grinned.
"The Sorting system. Because a school establishing cliques doesn't cause any problems at all," was the last thing I said before he placed it on top of my head.
Yo, Sorting Hat! I greeted it inside my head.
A Muggle? It asked, shocked.
Rowling, no. I'm a Potterhead, and frankly, I'm offended!
To my surprise, it/he let out a laugh.
You are spirited. Brave, and witty, too. Intelligent trickster, aren't you?
I grinned. What can I say?
You are a complete individual, it/he told me. Tears burned my eyes at the words.
Hey, can I be put into the House of Pancakes? I suddenly asked.
What is that? It/he asked me.
IHOP! I yelled out inside my mind. The Sorting Hat winced mentally.
You have a thing for being loud and wise-cracking, correct?
Yup!
The only two choices now are Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but-
Ooh! Hufflepuff is so freaking awesome! Love those bitches! I mean, Gryffindor is SO mainstream! But, I REALLY freaking want to meet the Mauraders, so, I guess Gryffindor's cool-
"GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat shouted, just as I yelled out mentally, NOT!
Cheers came from the Gryffindor table, and I sighed, forced on the most authentic smile I could muster, and walked to the table with an old sixties' walk that brought out loud laughter from the idiots clad in golden red. I know I shouldn't be too judgmental, but still…
And before I knew it, Lily Potter was in front of me. Her eyes were all wide and green, like anime, and her hair was a wavy red mass down her shoulders. Her creamy pale skin made me envious, and only then did I understand James Potter's obsession with her. In conclusion, she was about the most prettiest girl I'd ever seen who didn't cake herself with makeup. I couldn't help contrast her gorgeous red hair to my own long, auburn waterfall-straight hair. It couldn't compare at all to the soft texture of hers.
"Hi! I'm Lily Evans!"
"Hi, Lily Evans! I'm Angst taking on this atrocious mortal female form that feels like it's been hyped up on LSD!"
To my surprise, she laughed.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Angst," She joked, holding out her hand. I grinned and shook it with my own.
"I'm actually Nyx- Angst is only my middle name." I told her. She frowned in mock-sympathy.
"Don't worry; we'll get there," She assured me, giving up character and letting out a soft , breathy laugh. I liked her laugh. It reminded me of my mom's. Sirius Black leaned across the table and gave me a grin. My heart did back-flips in my chest.
"'Ello, Angst-called-Nyx-for-some-ironic-reason," He raised his hand in a half-wave, "I'm-"
"Joking White?" He smirked at that, but I saw confusion in his eyes as he took in my comment. Stupid, stalker-y Nyx, I scolded myself mentally. I had to get a firm grip on my mind if I didn't want my fellow House-mates to label me as an insane-asylum run-away patient.
"Close enough. I'm Sirius Black."
"Ironic."
"My life is ironic." He sighed, and I swear, I fell in love with him like 5,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 times. James Potter leaned back and tapped me on the shoulder, smirking a smirk that had my heart going.
"James Potter," I said before he could say anything. He arched an eyebrow at me.
"Are you a Seer?" He asked, grinning. I put on my best poker-face and nodded. He looked impressed.
" I'm Remus-"
"Lupin," I finished for the werewolf. He was actually kind of beautiful. Tiny little scars scattered around his tanned face, like each scar had a tiny little story to them. His eyes were a green color, and weariness surrounded the brown-ish edges. His brown hair was side-swept on his short forehead, and I actually thought he was maybe- just maybe- even more handsome then Sirius. He gave me a surprised smile.
"Nice to meet you, Nyx," He told me.
"I know," I told him, dead-pan. Lily and the Mauraders cracked up into laughter, and I bit back a smile as I turned to gulp down a goblet of pumpkin juice. Hey, it wasn't an iced Frap, but I'll take what I can get.
Hey, guys! Hoped you liked this chapter (I know I did)!
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