"I'll love you till I die, boy
Every day of my life
I celebrate you, baby, I adore you
Not just on Christmas"
Meet Medina Admon. She's clumsy, forgetful, and awkward. Not to mention she's also a Metamorphmagi that literally has no control over the c...
This can't possibly be true. This is too good to be true! Me, finally getting to leave this place! God I hate it so much here. I have no friends, everyone thinks I'm on drugs, they also think I am high all the time, and I get made fun of just so others can see my hair go wild. Wait, I lied, I have one friend. It's my cacti amd succulents. When I got to up to my dorm, house elves had already packed up my things and were making them levitate back down to the Headmaster's office, where the floo network was connected. I had this stupid idea to get up on the passing desk that the elves were transporting out and sit underneath it as there was a platform under it because I didn't feel like walking anymore. The route the boxes were taking went back to the floor where I stupefied the Professor and flipped off Retepius. I saw they were still there, and Retepius trying to perform the counter-curse for Stupefy and stuck my head out from under the desk to wave them farewell.
"What the?!" Retepius exclaims as he watches the boxes float by.
I laugh at him and salute to him as I pass another corner, away from his view.
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"Underground of Whitehall." My mother says after she throws a handful of sparkling floo powder into the fireplace.
"Goodbye! Thank you for everything!" She tells the Headmaster and waves. "And you! Medina, I wish you the best!" Before walking through the emerald flames.
"Hogwarts." I repeat after my mother leaves and the flames extinguish.
"Thanks for giving me stress and anxiety!" I sarcastically thank before jumping through the flames and followed by a hoard of boxes.
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I emerge through the glowing flames to be presented with another Headmaster's office. There were people staring at me as soon as I came out. I think they were professors, or this would be terribly awkward.
"Welcome, Miss. Admon." A tall, old man with a long grey beard that grazed the floor greeted. "I am Professor Dumbledore."
"Hi!" I smiled.
"Oh thank Godric, I thought it was another Weasley." A man with greasy black hair and a large, hooked nose said relievedly.
"A... What?" I said questioningly.
"A Weasley. They're a rather large family and are all red-heads." He explains in a monotone voice. "I've taught seven of them."
"But I'm not- Ooh. My hair changed again, didn't it?" I say unimpressively. "Yep." I confirm after pulling out a strand of hair from behind my back. "Well, I guess I'm a ginger today."
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