The Hogwarts Express train was hooting with liveliness. Occasional puffs of smoke were pumping in and out of the train pipe and a whistle blew out. Scarlett checked her emerald watch which her father had bought her before they arrived at the station. The clock was ticking and she lifted the ticket that was tightly held in her clammy, stubby hand. The train was to leave in 10 minutes! She panicked and looked around seeing a dozen of people walk through and through. Pushing the trolley with her belongings with all her might, she went up to a man beside the train. He looked like he was putting other people's items inside there and she gathered up all her courage to ask him.

She squeaked out, nervously, " 'Scuse me-me si-sir?"

"What was that lass? I couldn't hear you. You ought to speak up louder," the middle aged man told her. He was wearing a blue uniform outfit and to Scarlet, he looked rather intimidating looking down at her with his height.

"It's my-my first t-time here at Hogwarts a-and I was wond-ering, could you place my stuff in the storage too?"

Scarlett had a hard time talking to people and keeping their eye contact. She sighed in relief as the man did as she asked and silently cheered that she was loud enough for him to hear her. Her cheering had stopped as fear set in. She didn't know anyone which brought her self-esteem to go down the drain. And people were giving her stares everywhere she walked. Her mind was cluttered with uneasiness. She was nervous of what people thought of her.

Scarlett stared horrified at the train entrance. She knew her figure wouldn't be able to fit through such a small vestibule. She turned to her side and held onto the pole for support and managed to get in. Luckily, for her, everyone hadn't noticed her presence and found a empty seat beside a boy.

"Do you mind if I sit here? Oh and by the way, my name is Scarlett," she introduced herself, trying to be out-going but her voice souned otherwise.

He looked up to her, his close set of eyebrows furrowing in distortion. She noticed he had an unnoticeable pair of front teeth on his mouth, which were hesitating to speak.

"Um, I'm sorry but these seats are held for my other friends. I'm sorry. The name's Neville by the way," he spoke up politely.

Scarlett felt her cheeks turn crimson. She had just been rejected. She nodded her head slightly at him and got the nerve to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you Neville," she said and turned away.

She hadn't missed the gasps and whispers that were around her. She walked around the train endlessly looking for a spot on the horrible train. Constant staring was aggravating her persona as she walked passed everyone. An open spot at the end of the train was available. She sat down, and got comfortable. No one was there to bother her and she took out her pink iPod from her sweater. She placed her earphones in her ear. Music was her comfort, she could listen to it and momentarily forget what was happening in the world. Blasting it high up, she looked out the window and felt the train start to move.

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No one had bothered to wake her up as soon as the ride was over. Panic went through her veins as she stood up and looked around the now empty train. She saw a figure in a crisp black suit walking and she followed it. He was probably lost as well, she thought. She figured he could help her out.

"Hey! Wait for me! Hey!!!" she managed to yell and run out after him out of the train.

He stopped in his tracks and looked back at her. She became startled when he did that. He was extremely attractive and intimidating as his pale face glowered in the obscure of the nearly fallen night. His face was pointed, beautiful blonde hair and his pair of grey eyes looking back at her with amusement? She felt him check her up and down and she couldn't deny that brow he had raised.

"May I help you?" he asked.

She blushed, her mouth unable to form words but she sucked it up and said, "I'm new here."

"First year I take it?"

She shook her head. "No! I just transferred here from Salem Witchcraft Academy. I'm in my sixth year." She was embarrassed from being thought as a first year. Surely she didn't look that young.

"Go straight into the hall and go to the feast. They'll sort you out," he advised, mentally chuckling to himself. He knew the feast already started and this would embarrass her more. Having this pig walk around and interrupt the feast. He couldn't stand her any longer and turned to leave while she started to talk once again. His reputation would be ruined if she was seen walking with him, the Draco Malfoy. In his mind, she was an abomination.

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Scarlett opened the doors and heard her name being called out by an old lady holding a parchment.

"Scarlett Vitello?" the old lady with a hat screeched out. "Scarlett?"

She ran towards the front, seeing two younger kids there awaiting their turn. She could hear herself pant with tiredness.

"Oh there you are dear. Well come here!" the lady said and motioned her hands towards her.

The room was suddenly silent. She walked, her stubby thighs jiggling with her as she sat on the tall wooden stool.

"Ahh…a sixth year am I right?" the hat spoke up.

She was startled none the less and yelled out a silent 'eep' while nodding her head.

"GRYFFINDO—"it yelled.

The once silent room became noisy with endless laughter from the students. The chair had cracked and she came crashing down, hitting her plump bottom painfully on the ground. She didn't expect this at all and now, free falling tears were streaking down her face. Dazed and confused, she saw the old lady in front of her, with her hand outstrected towards her.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore had yelled out.

And the room became silent, once again.

"It's okay dear. Reparo!" she said and pointed her wand at the broken stool. "Are you alright?" she asked gently patting her back. "Do you need to go down to the hospital?"

She shook her head no, wiping her tears away.

"Okay then, come here and we'll sit you down with your new Gryffindor house mates alright?" she said gently and led her to the table.

She kept her head low, looking at her plate and felt her stomach churn in anxiety. She was so embarrassed. She knew she was going to be the new laughing stock of the school. Just then a blonde girl, with radishes as earrings tapped on her shoulder.

"I'm Luna, I'm in Hufflepuff," she said offering her hand.

"Scarlett and why are you sitting here in the Gryffindor table?" she said timidly and shook it.

"I like it here. Oh, I have to tell you, it wasn't your fault the stool broke. Someone had hexed the chair silently. But I know they won't get away with it. That was mean for them to do that to you. Anyways, nice to meet you," she smiled up brightly.

She nodded in understanding. Who in their right mind would do that to her? She couldn't have gotten anyone angry on her first day at Hogwarts! One of her pet peeves were cruel students. She hated them with a fiery passion.

"Who's that lady over there," she whispered to Luna.

"That's Professor McGonagall," she answered. "She's a great Transfiguration teacher," she said in a dreamy kind of voice.

Nodding her head, she silently looked towards her going to another table which she found out was Slytherin. Professor McGonagall went near the boy she had met earlier and beckoned him out of his chair and out the room. She wondered what happened with him. If it weren't for him, she would have missed the feast. She noticed they were heading towards her.

Luna nudged her and whispered, "That's Draco Malfoy. He's not very nice to tell you the truth. Hmm…I wonder why they are coming this way?"

The Professor had told her to come with her and Draco and led them out of the room. They were face to face with each other, her face looking at him with confusion.

"Scarlett dear, Draco has something he wants to say to you," the Professor spoke up.

He glared briefly and turned to her. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked.

"Hexing the chair," he said looking away for a second.

She sighed. She couldn't find it in herself to scream at him for he was still intimidating to her. "It's alright. A lot of people don't like me. I don't care."

Professor McGonagall turned to her. "That's not true Scarlett. You'll make many friends here I guarantee you that."

She heard Draco scoff. "Now go on Draco. I'll be seeing you for detention tomorrow. Don't forget," she said and shooed Draco away.

"Do you want to go back inside?"

"I don't think I want to," she said turning red.

She nodded her head replied, "I understand my dear. Why don't you go to your dorm and get some rest?"

"That would be a splendid idea Professor. Thank-you. But um, I afraid I don't know where it is.."

Professor McGonagall led Scarlett to the Gryffindor common room password which was Oddsbodikins. She had thanked her professor and went to her room. She had found her belongings there in a neat fashion and climbed up onto her bed with some effort. It was comfy, nonetheless as she fell into a lightless sleep.


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