Evie had befriended a unicorn.

Seriously.

The first night she had crept out into the forest, she had ran into it. She also found out that Neptunia could understand the language of any animal, which pissed Evie off. Of course, the unicorn had a name. Neptunia had translated it for Evie and then forgotten it. Evie had attempted to say it around eleven times before finally getting it right. She remembered it for the rest of the night, forgot it by the next day, and thus proceeded to call it Silver.

Silver didn't seem to mind.

Now, Evie made her way through the woods cautiously, for as much as a single sound would attract--

Snap.

--centaurs.

Whoops.

"Smooth, Evie," Neptunia said dryly over the loud rumbling of footsteps.

"Shut it," Evie snapped.

Three centaurs appeared in the distance. "Who goes there?"

"Get out of my way," Evie demanded.

"A witch?" One of the centaurs said.

"You shouldn't be out here," Another advised.

"I don't care about your freaking words--get the hell out of my way," Evie hissed. "I go where I want to go and this has nothing to do with you."

"How dare you--"

There was a noise, and every head turned towards it to see a majestic white unicorn.

"The unicorn..." The centaur said in surprise.

"It said 'Evie, if you don't behave, Hagrid will kick you out,'" Neptunia translated absently.

"Why do I care what that half ogre does?"

A whinny, then--

"'He's a half giant.'"

"Not you too."

"That wasn't me, that was Silver."

"Whatever. Big difference."

"Excuse me," Neptunia said in offense. "If you can't see the difference between a talking cat and a unicorn, you have brain issues, Evie."

"Snap it shut, Neptunia," Evie huffed.

"Hmph," Neptunia said with a toss of its head.

"Anyway, Silver, how's it been? I know I haven't visited in a while..."

"You know this unicorn?" The centaur thundered.

"Yep," Evie said in a bored tone. "Get lost."

Silver gave some weird unicorn noise, and Evie tipped her head at Neptunia expectantly. Neptunia looked thoughtful for a minute (more or less) until she finally looked up at the centaurs, blinking. "Are your names Ronan, Bane, and Firenze, by any chance?"

"How did you--" The centaur named Bane thundered.

"Just checking," Neptunia yawned lazily. "Silver said this, 'Neptunia, tell Ronan, Bane, and Firenze that Evie is no harm and that she and I are friends,' so I figured I'd just check. Oh, and that was a quote."

"Beautiful, Neptunia," Evie said sarcastically. "Now do me a favor and shut up. None of this matters right now."

She raised her hand and the sparks on the tip of her wand turned into fireworks on the tip of her wand. A small ball of red magic appeared and she thought, What was that big fancy spell again? Started with an 'e' and sounded like excellent...screw it.

The moment she fired, the word came to her mind as 'expelliarmus.'

The centaurs hopped aside and Ronan growled, but Bane shook his head. "You may pass, witch. This time only, though. And we will be telling Hagrid about this, be warned."

Evie pointed her wand at them. "No you won't. Cause I just erased your memories. Buzz off, horse people."

The centaurs clattered off.

Evie muttered something incoherently.

"You know," Neptunia said, "for someone who is tromping on their home uninvited, that wasn't very nice."

"Shut up, Neptunia," Evie snapped.

"Mrow."

Silver canted over and butted her playfully with its horn. It said something, and Neptunia translated, "'Nice to see you again, Evie, how have you been?'"

Evie looked up at the silver unicorn and sighed, leaning against it gently. "Sucky as hell."

That was about as close as she'd get to any living creature. Well, maybe besides Neptunia and Pluto.

***

The next evening, Evie was met on the Quidditch field by a girl who was obviously older. She headed down the field and Evie had the nerve to suppose that she might just be wandering around--until she made it quite obvious who she wanted to talk to.

Evie groaned, swinging her leg over the broomstick and rising in the air with Neptunia curled up next to her. Great, another visitor. What does she want?

The girl picked up a broomstick of her own and rose after Evie, who immediately scowled at the newcomer. "What do you want?"

"My name's Alicia Spinnet, a reserve," she said kindly. "I was going to be a Chaser this year, but...you're Evie Mystic, correct?"

"I'm surprised anyone even has to ask me that," Evie grumbled. "If this has to do with ah--what do you call it--Quidditch, you can buzz off because I'm not really interested."

"Oh really?" Alicia's eyes glinted at the challenge. "All right. Let's see how well you do. I'll be the keeper for practice. Try to get the ball past me in less than thirty seconds."

"I could do ten if I didn't have a cat on my broomstick," Evie said flatly. "But I'd rather not drop her, so buzz off, grandma."

Alicia looked offended. "Excuse me? Listen, I want to see how good you are. If a first-year is going to be replacing me, they must be super over the top!"

"Oh, yeah?" Evie snapped. "Well, suck it, Princess, because I'm nowhere near in the mood to--Neptunia, if you jump from there, you are literally going to kill yourself, and no you can't ride Pluto down because there is a 98% guarantee that you have dinner plans. Sit. What?"

"I'll take your cat down," Alicia volunteered.

Evie heaved a heavy sigh. "You're not going to quit, are you?"

"Nope," Alicia flashed her a smile.

"Fine," Evie rolled her eyes and zoomed downwards at full speed, dropping Neptunia off on the ground without breaking her arc at all before curving upwards sharply and meeting Alicia back in the air. Alicia had a Quaffle in her hand (where did that come from?) and was hovering before the goal hoops.

"Start center court," she called, tossing Evie the Quaffle. Evie was already there, and she spun the ball on her finger, bored. "Go--"

The word had barely left her mouth when Evie had vanished from her spot in a lightning fast movement. Alicia only realized that the witch had bypassed her because of the large whoosh of wind that swept across her when she passed, swinging the Quaffle into the center goal hoop and zoomed back across the other side of the temporary practice keeper, catching the Quaffle on her way down and returning to her spot in center court. She spun a loop-de-loop and stopped smoothly, facing Alicia. "Well?"

Alicia looked stunned, but then se recovered and smiled. "You're not half bad! Again!"

Evie rolled her eyes and threw the ball from where she was. Naturally, it spun past Alicia in a curve and into the hoop.

"Again!"

Evie sighed, twirling the Quaffle in her hand. This girl's nuts.

***

During Charms class on Halloween, Evie sat in class twirling her wand in her hand like a student would with their pencil.  They were going to learn how to make objects fly starting now, and Evie was bored already.

Professor Flitwick put them in pairs.

Again! Evie thought with an exasperated tone. What is it with teachers and partners? Do they expect us to find a date or something? Seriously!

Just her luck, she got paired up with little Neville Longbottom.

"U-um," the shy boy stuttered nervously. "Y-y-you--"

"What?" Evie glared at him, and he shut up.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" Squeaked Professor Flitwick, and Evie rolled her eyes. Seriously? "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important too--" Unless you never say them, Evie thought to herself with a heavy sigh. "Never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."

Evie forgot the dude the moment his sentence ended.

Five minutes later, when Professor Flitwick stopped talking, he tried his luck again. "T-Thank you f-for...the other d-day..."

Evie scowled. No one had ever thanked her for anything before. This boy must be seriously dim witted. "I didn't do it for you," she snapped. "Besides, you're the one at fault for dragging me into this whole stupid Quidditch business, so don't even think about talking to me."

Neville shut up, looking away fearfully at her tone. Evie huffed.

Harry had been paired with a boy named Seamus Finnigan. What was funny was that Evie sat right next to the pair team of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

Nobody seemed to be able to do it. Seamus set fire to the feather by accident, Neville was stumbling around the steps so much that Evie clonked him on the head with a textbook, and Ron got no results.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" He announced with no luck.

"You're saying it wrong," Hermione, who was only a table apart from Evie, snapped. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."

"You do it then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled.

Those two had been at it for weeks now, and Evie had no idea who hated the other more. But it was amusing to watch, so she never said anything.

Hermione did exactly what she was told. After rolling up her sleeves and flicking her wrist, she announced, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" Cried Professor Flitwick. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"

Evie rolled her eyes and snapped, "Big deal. You're just a big show-off."

"You try it then," Hermione said, folding her arms defiantly. "I haven't seen you doing anything."

This was, however, very true. All Evie had been doing was sitting and looking bored while Neville tried his hardest to get the feather to budge even a millimeter.

Evie flicked her wrist. Immediately, not the feather but a large textbook rose in the air about five feet and dropped over Hermione's head. Hermione yelped and ducked out of the way. It barely missed Ron's stunned face.

"What was that?" Hermione demanded. "You could have really hurt someone!"

"I totally lost control over that," Evie said sarcastically.

Hermione, glowering with rage, sent the feather flying into Evie's face with a "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Evie felt her entire vision tint red with annoyance as she set the feather on fire. "Oh, you want to play, do you, Hermione Granger?" She yelled.

"Miss Mystic, Miss Granger, please calm down..." Professor Flitwick squeaked unsuccessfully.

Suddenly, nearly everything in the room glowed a tiny shade of purple. Textbooks, cabinets, drawers, tables, feathers, and even the tiny Charms teacher all rose in the air around Evie.

Hermione looked at her in horror. "What are you doing? How are you doing that?"

So you had that side to you...

Evie stopped at the Dark Lord's voice in her head with an irritated huff, dropping everything back on the ground. "Pish posh, suck it, Princess. I'm just better than you in every way possible."

"You!" Hermione exclaimed. "Better than me! You're always getting in trouble!"

"And you're a miss-two-goody-shoes who's always a complete kiss up!" Evie shot back. "It's no wonder that nobody likes you!"

Hermione looked like she was about to cry, and Evie rolled her eyes. "Well, I don't want to hear that from you!" She ran from the classroom.

Evie whistled. "Fine by me. I'd rather be alone, anyway." She sat down and stared off in the distance, ignoring the class's stares.

Are you sure about that, Evie?

Shut up, Evie snapped to the voice in her head. Don't call me by my name, Voldemort.

Insulting the Dark Lord had become one of her daily tasks.

When they exited the class, Evie was in a worse mood than ever. She stormed down the hallway, shoving students out of the way irritably and glaring at anyone who was whispering amongst themselves--probably about her.

Then she heard a familiar voice say, "It's no wonder no one can stand her. She's a nightmare, honestly."

Hermione had been lingering in front of the classroom and must've heard Ron, because she ran off again, this time in tears.

"I think she heard you."

Evie tipped her head in Harry and Rom's direction. "Yeah, she must've."

"So?" Ron said, though he looked slightly uncomfortable. This amused Evie. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."

"Lovely," Evie said sarcastically. "Yeah, not everyone bursts into tears at the notice of that."

She stalked down the hallway, shoving a third-year out of the way and ignoring his shouts, and headed for her next class.

Hermione never showed up again that afternoon. Evie heard her sobbing once in the girl's bathroom, but she ignored it and continued on with her daily schedule.

Then came dinner. Halloween decorations were up, and Pluto blended in with the rest of the bats on the ceiling immediately. Neptunia stayed in Evie's room sleeping, as the draw of nearly a hundred bats was much too tempting for a cat to resist.

Evie had just lit a baked potato on fire when the door flung open and Professor Quirrell ran in, gasping, and slumped at Professor Dumbledore's table. "Troll--in the dungeons--thought you ought to know."

Then he fainted.

There was an uproar, but it was put to a stop not ten seconds later when there was a loud clatter that resulted from Evie standing up so fast she knocked her chair over and her burnt potato on the floor. She didn't even bother putting out the flame or glaring around the room because every head had turned to her as she said in a light tone, "A troll?"

"Evie Mystic, don't you dare--" Professor Dumbledore warned.

Evie darted from the hall in search of the troll before he could even finish his sentence.

Ooh, this was going to be fun.

A/N: Finished and delivered! Wowie-wow-wow, this came out much faster than I expected! It's a little rough because I haven't touched it in a while and the style along with Evie's personality is losing a little bit of its edge, but I'll pick up. I hope you enjoy it anyway! ;)

~Princess_Fairytale

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