The broken and the masked

*Year 1*

At the age of 11 Gabriella Wilder received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and blah blah blah. None of this was a surprise to the Wilders as they were one of the few Pureblood family's in the United Kingdom. Hogwarts was always a definite sight in Gabriella's future.
Her parents Mary and Jameson Wilder immediately sent an elf to fetch her supplys when they heard the news and as quickly as possible, not caring any less about the fact they wouldn't see their daughter in just under 12 months, sent her on her way.
She did however get a quick slap on her face by Jameson when a tear rolled down her face before she headed of to the train station and a warning going along the lines of "Don't lower yourself with that descusting act of affection. You know very well emotion is forbidden in this household" or something like that anyway.

*Gabriella's pov*

Looking around I can't help but notice a family of redheads. From what I can see from where I'm standing there's about 7 of them. A man and his wife, I'm guessing by the fact they can't stand to be a seconds reach away from eachother. A boy poised to perfection (what a little teachers pet).
2 hideously loud and short twins, probably only a bit younger than that pussy of a son I mentioned a moment ago. An even younger and smaller boy picking his nose and finally a little girl holding those annoying twins hands. The sight makes me want to gag. No family should be that big and loud in public. Were is there pride.

I ignore them. They don't deserve my time or attention, but not before one of those redhead twins make eye contact with me and smirks. I roll my eyes at him and continue onto the train to use my time more wisely and get an empty compartment before they're all taken up.

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Suddenly my compartment door is swung open, rather dramaticly might I add, and where there was peace and quietness there is now tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber, the redhead twins from hell.

"Ah George who might this be that we have magically stubbled upon"
" Fred I was wondering exactly the same thing"

The twin George strides into my compartment and proceeds to sit his big ars down right opposite me, while the other one frank, I think that's his name, sits right next to me taking up all my personal space. "What do you think your doing. This is my compartment."
"And?" "Yes.... and?"
"So get out"
"Ooo this one's got an attitude problem" "that she does fred"
"Fred? Your name is fred?" I say as I fake a look of disappointment.
"Yes my name is fred, what's it to you"
"I thought he said it was frank. Then I was like wow that is such a great name, I was like really jealous. But now I've just been told it's only little, old, boring Frederick. Shame I was starting to like you aswell" I continue to say, sarcasm dripping from every word. They look at me speechless. I carry on.
"Well if you are going to annoy me the whole ride there i guess I'll go find another compartment to sit in. Bye George and........Frank was it?" I sigh 'thinking'. Just as he opens his mouth I interrupt him " Urh I don't care anymore. Bye redheads, I hope you have a terrible trip" I finish my sentence with a sickly sweet smile and slam the door shut on my way out.

This is gonna be one heck of a year.

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"GRIFINDOR"
"HUFELPUFF"
"Angelina Johnson"
"GRIFINDOR"
"SLYTHERIN"
"Frederick Weasley"
"GRIFINDOR"
"George Weasley"
"GRIFINDOR"

This is probably one of the most boring things I've ever done. Maybe even more boring than sitting threw dinner at malfoy manor while sitting next to that little snot Draco. Who I actually love a lot but you tell anyone and I will kill you in your sleep.
I've been standing here waiting for my name to be called out for about half an hour. I don't even know why. I'm obviously going to be put in-

"Gabriella Wilder"

The hall falls silent.

They know my name.

I walk up to the chair and sit on it, crossing my legs.

The lady with the hat lowers it down near my head and before it has even moved down an inch it calls out

"SLYTHERIN"

I hear Slytherin screaming and clapping, happy to collect a Pureblood for the house.

As I stand up from the chair I lock eyes with a familiar redhead and a smirk stretches across my face. I carry on walking to the green table all while keeping eye contact and when I reach my seat I grab a strawberry and wink at him all while biting into it.

Yes this year is gonna be very interesting.