Introductions

The pug-faced girl scowls at me. "How can you be so casual despite throwing everyone into a panic about our beds?"

I shrug. "Well this is my first time here, same as all of you. I thought that it would make the most sense to use bunk beds in the dorms. How was I supposed to know that the rooms are enchanted?"

Everyone blinks at me in incomprehension. I sigh and tap the wall behind me. "Someone put a spell on the room. As far as I can tell, they can change how big the room is. Then they just have to bring in enough beds for all the students."

The blonde girl is the first to respond. "Not only can you tell that the room is enchanted, but also what it is enchanted with? That's impressive. Is it some kind of advanced training or a special bloodline?"

I tilt my head. "Well, other than reading through some books, I haven't had any magical training, and I have no idea what you mean by special bloodline. But before we get into that, introductions?"

The blonde girl nods. "Of course. I am Daphne Greengrass, and my family is a part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight."

The pug girl rolls her eyes but speaks up next. "Pansy Parkinson. Also a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight."

"Tracy Davis. Pureblood. Interests include learning new things and getting my blood pumping." She smirks at us while twirling a strand of her curly brown hair around a finger.

The four of us turn our attention to the next girl, who shows off her black cat. "Millicent Bulstrode. Half-Blood. I like cats. I hope ours manage to get along." She directs the last part of her statement at me, and I glance at Arianna. She rolls her eyes and gives me a shrug. Guess we'll have to wait and see.

And now everybody is looking at me. I puff out my chest as I lightly touch it with my hand. "Misha Potter. Twin to Harry Potter. Apparently my parents were both wizards, but I was raised by muggles. My interests include explosions and chaos."

Once I'm done Tracy asks a question. "Why were you raised by muggles if your parents were wizards?"

Pansy scowls at her. "Idiot. The Potters were killed by Voldemort, and then he was killed by Harry Potter. So of course they would have to go into hiding. Though a muggle family? Really? I pity you, having to stay with those dregs."

I shrug. "Meh. You get used to it. Anyways, you said the guy who killed my parents was called Voldemort?"

She scoffs. "You don't even know that? You really were raised by muggles."

I raise an eyebrow. "Yeah? I just said that. Anyways, I couldn't find his name in any of the books I checked, and everyone else just calls him 'You Know Who' or 'He Who Must Not Be Named', which makes it really hard to find out who he is. I'd guess that if you mentioned his name to any muggle-borns they just stare at you blankly."

Daphne gets a thoughtful look on her face. "That's true. Given their lack of association with the wizarding community, they wouldn't know enough to be afraid of him. Ironic, given his goal was for wizards to lord over them."

Pansy sneers at me. "And if it hadn't been for you Potters, he would have succeeded!"

Tracy looks at her like she's an idiot, which I mimic. "Are you seriously blaming the people he killed and their infant for his death? What kind of douche gets killed by a baby? And how!?"

Pansy's face turns red while I shrug. I raise my hands above my head and pull them apart in a downward arc, speaking the word as it appears in a rainbow and sparkles. "Magic."

They stare at me for a moment. "How did you do that?" Millicent asks.

I shrug and repeat the action. "Magic." They look at me, deadpan, and I can't help but giggle. "Ok, if you really want to know I can try to help you. But that's literally the only thing the spell does. A word in a rainbow of sparkles. You can't even project it out more than a foot out from your body."

Hearing my words, most of them lose interest. The exception is Tracy, who pulls out her wand, eager to learn. At my curious look, she shrugs. "I can think of a few things I could use it for."

Eh, not my business. But there is one thing. "What was up with you asking to see the manager? Did you really think that would do anything?"

She snorts. "Of course not. But after hearing my mum rant about people like that, I wanted to try it out. Didn't feel much about it though. It was pretty meh."

I nod. Whenever I saw someone bullying workers and demanding to see the manager to try and get their unreasonable demands met, I'd always do a little something to help. A slip here, a tear in the pants there. If they still don't give up on bullying the employees, well. They might find themselves walking home when their car's engine blows up, taking the car with it.

Anyways, I teach her how to do it. I describe to her how to make the magic flow, and how you can hold the flow in certain parts to cause the letters to appear. But the entire time she gives me a blank stare. A glance around the room reveals the same look on everyone else's face, even though they said they weren't interested in learning the spell.

I sigh. "Ok. I was trying to explain the advanced version, but I suppose I can put it in simple terms." I pull out my wand, holding it straight up, and clear my throat. "Volitaverba."

The wand tip glows and I use it to write on the air like it's paper. 'Understand?' appears in the air, the words wavering like they're about to disappear. I return my wand to its original position. "Traceverba" The wand stops glowing and I put it back in my sleeve.

I look at Tracy and raise an eyebrow. "I can't help you anymore than that. The rest is up to you."

She nods. "Got it. I won't let you down, teacher!"

I ignore the last word and turn to the others. "Does anyone else have anything to say? Because we should probably be getting to sleep soon."

Millicent raises her hand. "Why were you and your brother cheering for that one girl who got sorted into Hufflepuff? You weren't even a part of a house yet!"

The others look at me in curiosity as well, though I notice that Pansy has a hostile glint in her eye. "That's because we're friends. Plus I think that she'll fit in with the house well. 'Just and loyal, unafraid of toil'. That describes Clarity pretty well." A thought strikes me. "Oh yeah, what was that thing you mentioned earlier about bloodlines?" I direct the question to Daphne, who seem surprised to suddenly be drawn into the conversation.

"Well, when a person has a special bloodline, they might exhibit an unusual trait or ability. For example, Veela have the ability to charm those who are attracted to women. Should a witch have Veela blood in their veins, they would exhibit the same trait, though to a lesser degree.

Meanwhile, a Metamorphmagus is able to freely alter their appearance as they see fit. Without the use of any spells or potions."

I nod my head. Maybe Clarity has a bit of a metamorphmagus heritage. That would explain the streak in her hair. "Thanks for the explanation. "Anyways, I'm going to sleep. Night!"

With that I pull the curtains shut and lay down, excited to see what my first day of magic school will be like.