Elizabetha was having the worst time of her life. The first day of her much looked forward to schooling, and Slytherins were learning heating charms with Ravenclaws. All around her heat was rising as one by one pure bloods practiced the charm they already knew, or Ravenclaws got it first try. Beside her a fellow Slytherin made the dreaded warmth practically bloom from the tip of his pale wand, and she yelped. He looked at her oddly, before looking pointedly at her own wand.

She had gotten it just yesterday. When she had walked into Ollivanders with Draco, she had been fascinated by the dusty, relic-like place. She had stopped at the bank first thing that day, before meeting Draco, and surprised the goblins there with her ability to speak their language, especially their insults, plus her wide range of vaults, and now a modestly sized bag of gold coins dangled at her side as a comforting weight. Enough to buy a wand, and anything else she needed.

'Well well well, what have we here.' Ollivander had begun, staring at her like she was a unicorn caught in a swamp. He had then began thrusting wands into her hands. When he reached the tenth fail, he had handed her her current wand. The moment she had touched it's smooth wood, the shop had darkened and become colder, and an itching feeling covered her skin. It had felt just like her home. She had glanced over at Draco to see him looking around nervously. As she watched he began to scratch at his arm. She had yanked her head back forward as Ollivander tried to tug the wand from her hands, muttering that it was wrong too.

'What's wrong with it?' She asked, and he replied saying that it should have made her feel comforted and happy, not like that, to which she decided to jerk it out of his hand and hold it protectively to her chest. 'Well then it did it's job. How much?' She had snapped, and paid despite his and Draco's baffled looks. As she walked out the door Ollivander had half halfheartedly called after her that it was Alder with Horned Serpant and Unicorn tail hair core.

The Slytherin cleared his throat rather purposely, making her leave her thoughts. "What?" She snapped, and he glared at her. This is really not my day, now is it? She mused as she glared right back.

"Is there a problem, you two?" A squeaky voice interrupted the staring contest, and she swiveled her head down to where her professor, Flitwick, stood beneath all the risen desks.

"Yes, actually. I'm going to the infirmary." She told him. Even as she spoke, she could feel her usually steady headache grow, and the growing warmth washing over her limbs made them tremble. She prayed her cheeks weren't rosy. That would be so embarrassing.

"Oh dear! I can see you look a bit ill, are you alright?" Flitwicks highly annoying voice asked, and she shook her head.

"No, in fact, I believe I more or less just said that. Do you mind?" She didn't expect much of a response, yet to her surprise he shook his head, and motioned to another student.

"Miss Lovegood, could you escort... Elizabetha here to the infirmary?" Several of the teachers were having a surprisingly hard time with her name, for some odd reason. She couldn't quite understand why, but suspected it had to do with her lack of a second name, like all her classmates were referred to by. The girl in question was another blond, with pale eyes, a blue tie and dangling turnip earrings.

"Okay." Turnip-girl began dreamily as she stood slowly. Elizabetha offhandedly noticed that she had been sitting apart from the other Ravenclaws. Bullied already? Elizabetha wondered as she followed the other girl through the door and down a few corridors. She was startled as the girl began to speak.

"Do you not like warmth?" She asked slowly, and Elizabetha sneered.

"Do you like turnips?" She asked back, and the other nodded.

"Yes. My name's Luna, what's yours?" It was clear she was waiting for something other then Elizabetha, something Elizabetha couldn't supply.

"The teacher told you, remember?" She asked instead, and luckily Luna nodded. Then she stopped in front of a large set of door and left without another word, waving sweetly over her shoulder as she skipped back the way they had come.

Poppy looked up from her current patient, a boy with a large scratch on his forehead from falling down the endless steps of Hogwarts, to see a seemingly unharmed girl walk in through the doors and go to one of the beds, putting her hand on the mattress briefly before making a raspy noise and instead plonking down on the ground to curl of in a fetal position. What is she doing...? Poppy wondered as she handed the boy a pain killing potion, before walking over to check on the girl.

"Excuse me," She began, to which the girl moaned in reply. Poppy was startled at her voice. It sounded hoarse and somewhat grating, as if she was deathly ill. "are you okay?" The girl lifted her head, and with a start Poppy saw how pale she was.

There were many different types at Hogwarts. The school didn't discriminate on whom she allowed into her hallowed halls, as long as they had magic. So Poppy had seen just as much pale skin as dark and tanned, but even the Lovegoods and Malfoys paled in comparison to this pale, no pun intended. The child's face was barely a shade above white. If her eyes were red, Poppy would've thought she was an albino. Despite her deathly complexion and slim bordering on frightfully skinny figure, the girl looked well groomed, with flaxen yellow hair in perfect ringlets, a clear face, and unwrinkled clothes. A Slytherin, Poppy noticed.

"No, hence why I am here. Would you mind helping me?"

What a silly question! Helping was the reason Poppy was there! "Of course, what do you need? Are you sick?" She asked, once again giving the girl another look over. There were no obvious injuries. Aside from obvious malnutrition. Maybe a spell gone wrong?

"Not really. Can you write a note saying to keep me cold?" Well, that certainly caught the mediwitch off guard.

"Cold? Why?" The girl sat up and crossed her legs, then shrugged.

"I was raised in a cold place. Warmth just... throws me off, you know? Or hurts. So I was wondering if you could write me a pass. It was smoldering." She complained, and Poppy nodded along, despite the fact that she was completely lost. What was smoldering? She wondered.

"So I should notify someone that you don't do well with heat? How do you do with sunlight?" With skin as white as that...

"I burn. Badly. I got only a few minutes of it yesterday before I had to put on protection charms. I had pink cheeks. It was terrible." And with that odd comment and a stifled laugh on Poppy's part, a note was written and sent to all the teachers to keep Elizabetha, as it turned out her name was, away from heat as was possible.

And now, Poppy was mostly just concerned about her weight. She looked like she hadn't eaten in weeks.

I'm back! Not that anyone cares! Anyhow, I tried to make Elizabetha seem a bit random in this one, so hopefully that worked. And in case anyone else is wondering, I plan to put Poppy in here a few more times, just so she can fret over Elizabetha and be her awesome self in general. Yeah, I think Poppy is amazing. And yeah, I know I put Luna in here early, but she'll be needed once in a while from now on, so... Besides, this is fanfiction anyways, I do what I want.

Anyhow, thank you for reading this, and please tell me what you think! I've been getting lot's of constructive criticism with this story, which is marvelous, so thank you people, yet again. Byeeeeee!