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Debbie opened the compartment and sat down. Her owl, Mcgraw, cooed as Debbie set him next to her on the worn pleather seating. Debbie was starting her first year at Hogwarts, and she was trying not to freak out before she even got to the school. Much to Deb's dismay, just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a timid knock on her compartment, then somebody murmured something outside the door. Deb asked "what?" More muffled sounds. "Huh?" Even more muffled sounds. Deb sighed and slid open the door. "What do you wa-- bloody hell..." The girl at the door was dressed in all different shades of purple, her dress taking up most of the hall space.
"Can I sit here," the extravagant girl asked quietly.
"Sure, why not!" Debbie said, and that was that.

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After both Deb and the extravagantly quiet girl (whose name, Debbie discovered, was Enchantra) changed into their robes, they got to talking about their backgrounds. "So, where are you from?" Deb asked Enchantra, trying not to look in her menacing lilac-coloured eyes.
"Kent" Enchantra said with her mouth full, eating a chocolate frog. "What about you?"
"Pennsylvania, from the USA. I got lucky enough to attend Hogwarts instead of Ilvermorny, since my mum attended there." Debbie sighed, thinking about her mum and how much she missed her...
"This is my kitty, John. I got him last week in Diagon Alley," Enchantra said, breaking the silence.
"Oh, that's nice," Deb said, feigning interest. "Why did you name him John?"
"I named him after a guy i broke up with and sent me mean owls."
Debbie sat up straight in her seat. "That's a bit messy."
"Yeah. Wanna hold him? Be careful, he bites."

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Then they arrived.

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Estrid should not be here in this compartment for two reasons: one, she was not a witch, and two, she was a murderer. The day since she got the letter and was thrusted into this world of magic she has never felt so ordinary yet so odd. Her parents were both so-called "muggles" and people keep on saying she isn't a real witch, so she has THAT going for her. As for the second reason... she didn't want to think about it but suddenly she was transported back into her memory.

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"Get up! I have to go to work and you have to watch your little sister." Estrid's mom shook Estrid awake frantically.
"I'm awake! I'm awake! Yeesh!"
"Good. Now, go and watch Dorothea for me please."
"Okay." Estrid slipped on a short lilac skirt and a matching t-shirt. Once she was finished with her waking up routine, she poured herself a cup of water and she sat on the couch with Dorothea. She let her mind wander through memory after memory and she was thinking about how she had almost drowned the week before when she suddenly heard a baby crying, and then complete shrieking silence. Estrid snapped out of it and looked at the baby in her arms, completly devoid of water, looking like a shrivelled mango. Her skin was practically clear, and there were tons of tiny bones sticking out everywhere. Estrid screamed and cried. Her mom, with her work dress on, saw everything, watched her baby die. Estrid's mother snatched Dorothea out of Estrid's arms.
"You... you did THIS? YOU KILLED HER! DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID?" Estrid continued sobbing. "You know what? I can't lose my other child. This will be our secret, okay? Your dad won't know, your friends won't know..." Estrid's mother's voice trailed off and Estrid ran upstairs and stared at the ceiling until she fell asleep.

The next day, she got a kitten and named it Dorothea, so she would forever know what she did.

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Estrid snapped out of the memory, tears streaming down her face. She had arrived.

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Yorkie walked up to the Great Hall like she owned the place-- and let's face it --she did. She was born and raised at Hogwarts, because her dad was Professer Flitwick and she was abnormally talented in spellwork. Everybody in the wizarding world loved her, and she was only eleven.
"Yorkie! There you are!" Apperently she was late. The Sorting Hat was halfway through his song. Once he was done singing, names started being called.
"ANN, DEBBIE... GRYFFINDOR!"
"BENSON, ESTRID... RAVENCLAW!"
"DAVIS, ENCHANTRA... RAVENCLAW!"
"FAUX, VIPRESS... SLYTHERIN!"
"FLITWICK, YORKIE!" Yorkie's stomach flipped roughly 20 times as the hat sat on her head... "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"LONDYNN, DOVE... HUFFLEPUFF!"
"LORIS, STEVIE... GRYFFINDOR!"
"READER, HAZEL... SLYTHERIN!"
"READER, WHITTEN... RAVENCLAW!"
"SCARLET, RED... GRYFFINDOR!"
"WOODS, BETTY... RAVENCLAW!"

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The common room was beautiful and smelled of coffee beans. Ivy was strewn everywhere as curtains and wall decor. The room had a very homey feel to it and as soon as Yorkie hit the sheets she fell asleep.

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Red hated being in Gryffindor. Scratch that, hated being in the "good" house. Gryffindor and Slytherin were constantly pit against each other, and for what reason, since Slytherins aren't the bad guys. Red didn't think Vipress was bad (even though she was a little... crazy), nor did she think Hazel, sweet but ambitious Hazel, had any bad intentions. Red wished she could be in a cool house, like Ravenclaw, but instead she is tasked with bravery, even though that had nothing to do with her. Red wasn't good.

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Red's first class of the year was Charms with the Ravenclaws. She sat down next to that Estrid girl, who looked particularly devoid of life. Red tried to make conversation, but then Professor Flitwick started handing out feathers and talking about our first spell of the year, Wingardium Leviosa, which was supposed to levitate objects. It took Red only three tries until the feather gently flew up into the air. Red twirled her wand, and the feather gracefully descended onto the top of Estrid's head. Red giggled, but Estrid still looked dazed. Red shifted uncomfortably in her seat and snatched the feather off of Estrid's head. The tone of the classroom shifted into complete chaos when an awfully gangly boy set his feather on fire, laughing his ass off while Flitwick tried to douse the flame. Afterwards, the gangly boy whose name was discovered to be James, was given detention. Red made a comment on how somebody could manage to get detention in their first ever class, and Estrid laughed for the first time seemingly ever. Class ended with a speech on how not to set a feather alight. A girl named Betty walked out with Red and Estrid, and the three of them were all talking until they had to go their seperate ways, so Red could go to Potions with the Slytherins.

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Potions consisted of Snape complimenting the Slytherins whilst also degrading the Gryffindors, who did nothing wrong. Snape never picked on Red, perhaps because Red had more in common with the Slytherins.

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For the rest of the day, Red spent her time making friends, and when Red went to bed she was excited for tomorrow.

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Hazel tapped her fingers on the table in the Great Hall, trying to calm down. Her mother had sent in a howler 5 minutes prior, ranting and raving about how Hazel should have told the sorting hat not to sort her in Slytherin. She was all like "YOU'RE A DISAPPOINTMENT" and "WHITTEN IS FAR BETTER THAN YOU!" The entire Slytherin table was glancing at Hazel (in between taking bites of the crepes that were being served that morning) with looks of pity, rather than mockery. Hazel kept on glancing over at the Ravenclaw table and saw Whitten reading a book and laying her head on some girl with curly hair tied up with purple ribbon. Hazel should be there instead of Whitten. Hazel wished so badly for this to all be a joke and she could go sit at the Ravenclaw table, but she was starting to tear up so she put her head down.

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It was Saturday, so Hazel and Vipress were doing absolutely nothing. They decided to make little outfits for Vipress' snake out of some fabric Hazel brought. They spent the whole day there in the common room making dresses and hats that Hazel finally almost forgot she was a Slytherin.

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At dinner Hazel and Vipress showcased the clothes they had made, and they were all impressed. They all played snake dress-up once they got back to the common room.

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Whitten looked up to her sister. Each morning, Whitten would have the motivation to get up out of her bed just to see her darling sister, Hazel, and every day she was thrown aside due to circumstances unbeknownst to Whitten. Whilst known to be quite... verbose in the sense that could be annoying, Whitten thought she had no right to be treated like she was nothing.

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Whitten longed for Hazel's company. Whitten may be making friends (if that was what Enchantra was to Whitten), but Hazel's cold hazel eyes had been an icy, yet comforting home to Whitten. Whitten had tried several times to conversate with her sister, to no avail beside a few scoffs and sneers.

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Hazel, do you hate me?
I miss you.

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Enchantra sat up and blinked a few times. She felt the weight of someone else next to her, and saw she had fallen asleep in Whitten’s bed again. The sun hadn’t risen yet, and so she sluggishly crawled back into her own bed. Enchantra just… felt safe around Whitten, that was all. Whitten was probably her best friend at the moment; or ever, if Enchantra was being honest. As Enchantra was about to fall asleep, she grabbed Whitten’s hand that was dangling over the edge of the bed, and she could have sworn she felt her hand being squeezed.

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On Friday, Enchantra checked her schedule and she had Herbology with the Slytherins. She walked into Greenhouse One arm in arm with Whitten, who looked like every step towards her sister made her nauseous. “Hey- you okay?” Enchantra whispered in her friend’s ear.

“Yeah… I’m fine, just tired i guess,” Whitten said, but Enchantra knew Whitten wasn’t tired, there was something else going on.

“Alright, chaps! Today we will be learning about Devil’s Snare. Could anybody tell me what Devil’s Snare is?” Professor Sprout looked at the two hands up in the air, Whitten and some other girl. “Yes, Hazel dear?”

“Devil’s Snare is a plant that lives in dark and damp areas. It wraps its tentacles around anybody who dares to touch it and can only be defeated by sunlight.”

“Very good, Miss Reader. 10 points to Slytherin.”

Reader? Wasn’t Whitten’s last name Reader as well? Enchantra nudged Whitten and asked the very same question.

“Uh, yeah… she’s my sister.”

“Oh, okay.” Enchantra couldn’t help but feel like there was more going on.