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•Chanel Cohnes•

"Hi, can I sit here? Everywhere else is full." Chanel asked timidly. The red head girl looked up from her much too large book and a polite grin spread across her face.

"Of course."

Chanel took a seat opposite the girl as she closed her book, holding her hand out. Her eyes scanned down to the pale hand outstretched in front of her.

"I'm Cymbre."

"Chanel." She shook her hand, a shy smile crossing her face.

"Are you ready? Isn't this exciting. I mean, going to Hogwarts." Cymbre sighed out happily, her Welsh accent was thick. She had been waiting for this since forever. She waved her older brother Rhys off Platform 9 and 3/4 two years ago and now she finally got to board the Hogwarts Express for the very first time.

"I've only been dreaming about it since I was 5." Chanel sighed, watching the views out of the window as the train rode the tracks.

"Since you were 5? I've been dreaming about this since I said my first word. Do you know what I said?" Cymbre asked excitedly, to which the brunette girl shook her head in response.
"Witch." The red head giggled. It was easy to tell that this girl had quite an outgoing and bubbly personality. One of which Chanel loved because she had never been bubbly before in her life.

"I have no clue what my first word was."

The two girls continued talking until a small girl with frizzy hair popped her head in their carriage.

"Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost it." She spoke whilst sighing. The two girls shook their heads with negative responses coming out of their mouths.

The frizzy haired girl sighed and moved on to the next carriage.

"What are you reading by the way?" Chanel pointed to the large book, perched beside the red head.

"Oh, this?" Cymbre picked it up and presented it to Chanel.
"It's a book about the history of magic and the wizarding world. It's just some light reading." She shrugged.

"Can I have a look?" Chanel clutched the book in her hands, opening it to a random page, reading it out loud.
"Pureblood witches and wizards have been around for centuries. Known as the most prestigious and unequivocally the richest bloods in the Wizarding World. Many purebloods marry into other pureblood families to keep their bloodlines pure, out of fear of being a blood traitor and tainting their family's names. Pureblood families have always been higher up in status than their counterparts, Half-Bloods and Muggleborns, due to their non-association with the muggles."

"That's right." A boy's voice was heard from the entrance of the carriage. Both girls raised their heads to gaze upon a platinum, blonde boy leaning against the frame.
"Mixing bloods should be a crime in my opinion."

"Are you sure that's your opinion and not your family's?" Cymbre called him out, rolling her eyes. Chanel's respect increased for the red head for not shying away.

"Who are you again? I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you at any of my father's parties. Of course, only Purebloods are invited anyway." He smirked at the Welsh girl, whom crossed her arms and scowled in his direction.

"I don't want to go to your stupid parties."

"How about you? Bookworm." The blonde boy crossed his arms against his chest, still leaning against the frame. Blocking Cymbre from his eyeline as he focused on Chanel.

"I don't know who you are." Chanel admitted, shocking the prestigious blonde. The poor boy was not used to people not knowing who he was.

"Malfoy? There are people talking about this Potter kid." Another high-pitched male voice was heard shrieking down the train. Malfoy gave the girls another scowl before rushing towards the voice.

"Of course, he's a Malfoy." Cymbre rolled her eyes in utter disgust.

"I think I've heard about them before. My Step-Mum might have mentioned them."

"They're Purebloods if you didn't already figure that out." Cymbre grabbed her book back off Chanel, placing it next to her again.
"You're better off staying away from him, if he's anything like his father."

Chanel thought for a second before turning her attention back to the views outside her window, taking in the natural beauty of the green surrounding the train.

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"This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The blonde haired boy from earlier was conversing with a brunette named Harry Potter right in front of Chanel and Cymbre. Of course, Chanel had no clue who Harry Potter was as his name was never mentioned to her, but all of the other first years seemed to recognise him or his name at least... She felt a little shipwrecked in the ocean of students.

"My father said the Malfoys are only rich because of the Blacks." Chanel uttered to Cymbre, not realising that Draco himself, heard her comment.

"Your father is wrong." He snarled at her, before returning his attention to the red haired boy standing next to Harry. Chanel and Cymbre tried to hold back their giggles.
"Think my name's funny do you? Don't need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe. You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." He did not make it subtle who he was talking about. The poor Weasley boy bowed his head away from Draco's eyeline.
"I can help you there." He extended his hand out for Potter to shake. Except, he refused him, leaving a pained expression plastered on the over-confident blonde's face.

"I liked your comment." Cymbre whispered to Chanel as both girls once again tried to hold back their laughs.

"We're ready for you now, follow me." All of the first years followed the teacher into the great hall, where students were already sitting at their allocated, lengthy tables. Candle sticks hovered above the night sky ceiling, which was confirmed by the frizzy haired girl Chanel met earlier, to be enchanted to look that way. It was beautiful and Chanel was definitely getting ideas for her bedroom ceiling back home.

"Now when I call your name, you shall come forth. I will place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses." Mrs. McGonagall explained to the first years before calling out names.
"Hermione Granger." The frizzy haired girl made her way up to the sorting hat, mumbling to herself in an anxious attempt to calm her nerves.

"GRYFFINDOR." Was revealed with a yell and students erupted into applause and cheers.

"Draco Malfoy." The blonde haired boy strolled up, the hat barely touching his head before he got placed.

"SLYTHERIN." He smirked, wandering over to his table.

"Of course he'd be in Slytherin." Cymbre rolled her eyes again. More names were called out and the number of first year students standing before the sorting hat began to shrink.

"Chanel Cohnes." The brunette's heart started throbbing against her rib cage as she wandered up and perched on the stool, awaiting her fate.

"Hmm, yes. Very interesting." She heard the hat think out loud to her.
"And a thirst to prove yourself. Slytherin could help you there. But wait, ahh a lot of wisdom and wit inside this brain. Better be... RAVENCLAW." The hat finally decided and Chanel made her way over to perch next to Cymbre.

"Thank god we're in the same house. I would have cried if you were somewhere else." She threw her arms around Chanel's shoulders, giving her a small squeeze before the Headmaster made his speech.

Chanel didn't focus much on what was said. Her mind was preoccupied with the sorting hat's decision. Slytherin or Ravenclaw?
What if she was put in the same house as Malfoy? Were all Slytherin's that way? Did they all have the same views about blood?

Her mind was spiralling with different questions and scenarios of her being a Slytherin. She thought of scenarios where she'd definitely get bullied and be an outcast. She also thought of scenarios where the Slytherin kids would do anything to force her to quit school, or get expelled. She had heard stories from her step-mum about what the Slytherin kids got up to when she attended school...

Just imagine, a Muggleborn in a house full of classists...

The table filled with a big feast, pulling Chanel out of her trance-like state. She heard a lot of wow's around the table before students started digging into the pounds of food.

First year's were instructed to follow their house prefects to their common rooms after the feast had finished. Chanel had heard stories about the famous stairs moving from her step-mum, because who else would she hear the stories from? It still hadn't fully sunk in that she was actually in Hogwarts right now. Maybe she'd freak out later or wake up in the middle of night with the sudden realisation.

"Come on, quickly please. Keep up." The Ravenclaw prefect shouted back. They headed towards the west side of Hogwarts, towards the Ravenclaw Tower. The bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle asked the prefect a riddle, to which he answered and was allowed access.

"Unlike the other houses, the Ravenclaw common room asks you a riddle. If you answer incorrectly, you will be denied access and will have to wait for someone else to answer correctly." The prefect, Anthony explained.
"Boys dorm rooms are upstairs and to the right. The same as the girls dorm rooms, upstairs but to the left instead."

The Ravenclaw common room was a circular space with various blue and bronze silks hanging on the ceiling, plastered with stars. Arched windows clung to the walls, overlooking the school grounds, Forbidden Forest and the lake. The room was furnished with tables, chairs and many bookcases hugging the walls. A statue of Rowena Ravenclaw is stood beside the entrance to the staircases spiralling upstairs.

"This is so cool." Cymbre squealed out.
"Let's go check out the dorms." She grabbed Chanel's arm and practically dragged her up the stairs, swinging the door open to reveal the few beds in the room.
"Looks like we have the first room." She pointed towards her bed across the room.

"Ziggy." Chanel darted over to her barn owl. She opened the cage and Ziggy flew out, landing on Chanel's arm, getting a small stroke on the head from her.

"You named your owl Ziggy?"

"Yeah. She's got a little zigzag pattern on one of her wings. See." Chanel pointed towards the small, unique pattern on Ziggy. The pattern was one of the reasons Chanel was so drawn to the owl. She was different, unique. A feeling that Chanel felt whilst in the Muggle world. It's a feeling she couldn't describe. She always thought it was just because she knew about magic and couldn't discuss it with anyone besides her parents. But now she knows she was special. A muggle that was able to do magic. What could be better?

"I brought my rat, Remy." Cymbre held up her grey rat and started to kiss the back of his head before feeding him some treats, to which he responded with excitement; munching down the treats.
"He's been in my family for a few years now. Mum and Dad hate him so I got to bring him here."

"He's cute."

"Thanks." Both girls smiled wide before both jumping onto their beds, letting gravity pull them down as they flopped down, staring up at the blue, silk clothed ceiling displaying different stars.

•Draco Malfoy•

Draco entered the Slytherin common room in awe, after descending down the stone steps. Slytherin's common room lights had a green tinge to them due to the dungeon-like room being under the lake. The room was also decorated with various shades of greens, including those on the chairs and sofas. Pictures of serpents were hung on the walls; dark wooden cupboards hugged the walls and various skull decor was scattered around the place. As well as green lamps, also displaying a green light source to match the aesthetic. The room had a luxurious but cold atmosphere due to it being underground.

"The boys dorms are down the hallway on the right, same to the girls on the left." The prefect explained. Many first years explored the dormitories, disappearing out of the room. Draco however, inspected the leather sofa before plopping himself onto it, getting comfortable.

"Are you two still eating?" He questioned Crabbe and Goyle, whom were pigging out on some chocolate they had left over from the train journey.
"Honestly, you two don't stop eating."

Malfoy picked up a skull that was on the table, inspecting it. He ran his fingers over the top of it, trying to determine whether it was real or not before finding other things to inspect.

"Is that yours?" He pointed towards a shiny, circular object rested on the table. Both Crabbe and Goyle shook their heads and Draco scanned the room, trying not to look suspicious, before swiping the object and shoving it in his pocket.

"Oh, I feel sick." Crabbe complained, covering his stomach.

"Probably from all that food you've been eating."

"Did you eat the beans as well?" Goyle asked him as he looked down at the box of opened beans.
"Those were all vomit ones. I was waiting to give them to an annoying half-blood."

Draco pulled a face at the two buffoons as they both pelted off towards the dorm bathrooms. He pulled out the circular object and flipped it between his fingers, trying to determine what it was. It wasn't a sickle, it was too big to be...

"I'll take that." Felix, the prefect, stole the metal object off Malfoy as he flipped it up in the air.

"What? Give that back."

"I don't think this belongs to you."

"You don't know that."

"I do. It's mine." Felix retreated the object into his pocket as Draco sighed out.
"Get to your dorm room, curfew starts soon. You start classes tomorrow." He instructed and Draco groaned, heading towards the boys dorms. He found his stuff was already organised next to a bed furthest away from the door. He flopped himself onto his bed, listening to the water wash against the outer wall of the dungeon.

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