Chapter 1
Mallory POV
It was my first day at Hogwarts. Year one…Yay, I suppose. My parents were both Slytherin…I think my mother, a pureblood witch named Eleanor I know for sure, was Slytherin. My father, which my mother told me many times, was probably, key word probably, a Slytherin. But then again, you couldn’t pay me to trust that drunkard fully (at all for that matter).
I don't really care which house I'm in but I think I'll probably be in Slytherin or Gryffindor. I dragged my trunk next to a bench, thankfully I was early. I sit down and mentally check that I have everything. Wand, (Willow bark, and phoenix feather), Check, Uniform, check in trunk will put it on during the ride there, extra clothes, check, Textbooks, check, Comfort item check, check, check and check.
I sigh, this school year will be... Interesting. My eyes flicker towards platform 9 ¾ a group of redheads with trunks and owls clamoring towards the platform, and a ravenette with overly large glasses-?... I sigh and start dragging my trunk towards the platform, thankful for my little forest escapades giving me sufficient upper body strength.
I walk into the walkway, dragging my trunk. Dragging the trunk to a seat in the back, a few older kids staring at me.. Why, one does not know, probably because I'm refusing to use the wheelie thingy.
Very poetic with your words Spinster, really, using the word thingy. I am not a witless idiot. I sigh and lift my trunk up into the over lift, the guy next to me almost tumbling down from the weight of his trunk. I slip my uniform out of the trunk and sit down, looking at my watch. I should put on my uniform 4 hours after the train embarks. You may be wondering dear reader why not later. Well I don't want to wait in line for that long as most people would change an hour before we arrive.
I am smarter than that. I gaze out the window, the train moving, the group of redheads, and that one ravenette guy with messy hair (He's probably their nephew or something along those lines) getting settled.
I look at my watch and groan silently its only been five minutes since the train left. Merlin this will be a long time. Almost 9 dam hours. I grab a book from my trunk, the first year potions book, I open the first page, it was old, I got all my books either used or my mothers. I started reading it, quickly getting bored, the basics of potion brewing was so…..simple, did they really need a whole 89 pages about it. If only I had brought a muggle dictionary. I sigh and slip the book back into my trunk, I take out my notebook, a large one with a black cover which I bought at a muggle stationary shop…I probably should tell you about myself, actually I should have told you about it minutes ago but whatever. My name is Mallory Spinster, yes that is my real name, yes I know Spinster is a derogatory term. Get over it Idiots… Well, I am a first year at Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry.
Well technically the term starts when I actually get to Hogwarts but still. If you ask me if i'm a muggle born or a pureblood I will call you an idiot, one I think blood status or status in general are stupid two, I technically am neither, my mother was a pureblood and my father was Merlin knows what. Whatever. I open the first page of the muggle notebook, and create a section, I start writing down notes for potions in that section, It was quite easy. I just use the muggle Cornell one, the style of notes obviously. I gaze at my watch, it's been about 30 minutes, great… I still have most of the day left.