Chapter 1-Evie Mystic

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A/N: I won't do things perfectly because, well obviously I'm not J.K. Rowling. But I'm just going to accent my character more because she's the main character (duh), so please don't judge.

The day she turned eleven, she got exactly zero presents.

Oh, it wasn't like she cared. She was already pretty much famous. Stunning. Brash. But mostly, notorious. She was the girl who wandered around the wizard world causing trouble everywhere she went.

No one ever tried to stop her because she was an extraordinary witch with the ability to cast a spell with a single thought. Whatever happened in her mind happened in real life. All she had to do was picture something and cast it.

Even the way she looked and dressed just put out the whole don't-mess-with-me vibe. Her sleek, jet-black hair flowed down to her waist in two long, thin braids. A streak of silver weaved in and out in both. She had a pale complexion to contrast her dark hair and clothing. She changed her outfit everyday (who didn't?), but it was always black to match her high-heeled black leather boots.

Her name was Evie Mystic.

All these things described her, made people's shrink back in fear, but there was one aspect of her no one could forget.

She had two different colored eyes.

Her left eye being green and her right being red, she was half a Dark witch and half a--was there such a thing as a Light witch? Nobody else knew that of course; they only knew she was Evie Mystic, the girl you should always avoid.

The only other person who knew she was a halfie was a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts.

The school Evie would be attending very soon.

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As you make your way through a busy crowd, what do you say, a) excuse me, b) I'm sorry, c) other, or d) all of the above?

Well I can tell you this much. Evie definitely says e) none of the above.

She made her way pushing through Diagon Alley, though she hardly had to, as the crowd immediately split in two at her presence.

As for the few loiterers still waddling about innocently and unsuspectingly, she shoved them aside roughly, sometimes landing them flat on their face.

"You're in my way. Watch it. You better move it. Hey, punk, don't run into me like that." She came to a dead end and frowned. When did they fix the wall?

At the sight of the vending stall selling fruit directly in front of the wall, she marched up, slamming her hand on the table.

The vendor looked terrified. "W-Welcome..."

"Your normal person stall is in my way," she said coldly, wrenching the table backwards and slamming it onto the ground. Apples, oranges, and other fruits tumbled onto the ground, where passerbys picked them up happily and free of charge.

The vendor frantically rushed forward to gather them all, shooting Evie a look of fury and muttering something that sounded like "Stupid brat."

Evie, with both perfect vision and perfect hearing, narrowed her eyes on him, whipping around and asking icily, "What did you say?"

The vendor dropped his goods in surprise, scrambling back as she stalked forward slowly like a cat about to pounce on its prey. Apparently he hadn't been expecting her to hear him.

"What. Did. You. Say?" She repeated quietly, her voice seeming to be floating on the wind as she pulled a wand from her belt. The tip sparked with violet magic like a firework as she flicked it downwards.

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