Authors Note: This was a quick story that I did while my beta was gone. If you want me to continue it please say so in a reveiw. Thanks!


Myrtle Malcoms was extremely excited. She had just been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No one was sure if she would get in, her mom was a muggle and she had not shown signs of magic at all. So when that owl came it was a joyful day.

Myrtle was a plump eleven-year old girl with limp hair and a dreadful case of pimples. Along with these features she also had horn-rimmed glasses. She was however very excited to go to this new school. No one at her old school had liked her much and most of them made fun of her. She was, understandably, very excited about meeting new people. Her parents had gotten her all the school supplies and a very pretty cat. The cat had beautiful dust colored fur and Myrtle suspected it was part kneazle.

Very soon it was time for her to get on to the train. The Malcoms were excited and gave her a hug before she got on the train. Excitedly she made her way to an empty compartment where there was only one boy sitting there. Timidly she approached him.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if I could sit here." He smiled at her and helped her put away her trunk. She gratefully returned the smile and went to sit down. Once comfortable she started up a conversation.

"Hi, I'm Myrtle Malcom!"

"Hello Myrtle, my name is-"

Myrtle did not find out what his name was for at that precise moment another student burst in. Shooting Myrtle evil looks she sat down in the lap of the boy.

Glaring at Myrtle she put on a sickening voice, "Rodger, who is this?"

"This is Myrtle. Myrtle this is my girlfriend, Olive Hornby."

Leaving the two alone Myrtle went in search of another compartment not wanting to be near that horrible girl who was already on her bad side.

Soon the train pulled into the station and the first years followed a tiny man who told them to get into the boats. Myrtle ending up sitting with one boy and two other girls who were shamelessly flirting with him. Rolling her eyes Myrtle entered the castle. The year was not off to a great start. A prim looking girl stood next to Myrtle.

"Hello, I am Minerva McGonagall."

"Myrtle Malcoms."

With those curt introductions the first years walked into the great hall amazed at its beauty.