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|| NEW GIRL || CHAPTER 1
"GOODYBE.", THE RAVEN HAIRED girl murmured, her voice cold and edged with disdain.
"I'll see you over Yule break.", her father replied stiffly, before vanishing with a sharp crack.
Nyx de Martel barely suppressed a sigh as she turned her gaze toward the Hogwarts Express, gleaming in the early light. This train was her escape from the suffocating walls of home, where she could finally be free from her family's expectations and the stifling demands of their legacy.
Hogwarts had always fascinated her; the stories of the ancient castle and its hidden chambers whispered to her like secrets waiting to be uncovered. She couldn't wait to explore the mysteries it held.
With her face impassive, she watched the train, a faint scoff escaping her lips. Her family thought they still held control over her, but Nyx knew better. She would never let them rule her life.
Straightening her back and lifting her chin, she took hold of her trunk and strode onto the train, which would soon depart. Heads turned as she walked by, some whispering about the raven-haired beauty whose scowl quickly silenced them. Finding an empty compartment, she slipped inside, stowed her luggage, and settled in with a book.
Books were Nyx's escape. They transported her to worlds where she could live any life she wanted, even if only in her imagination. Today, she was reading something different, a book she'd uncovered in the Beauxbatons library that hinted at dark, forbidden knowledge. Her curiosity had driven her to dive deeper, seeking out what others might shy away from.
At Beauxbatons, her intellect had earned her labels: "nerd," "teacher's pet." But those taunts only fueled her confidence. To her, they confirmed that her knowledge was far beyond what the others could dream of. She was envied, idolized, and, deep down-feared.
The de Martel family-a line of proud, arrogant Gryffindors-had produced only one other child before her: her older brother, Alexander. He was the perfect son, the golden-haired heir, his charm and light eyes the pride of the family.
But three years after his birth, Nyx was born-a child unlike any de Martel before her. With raven-black curls, sun-touched cheeks, and eyes the color of molten amber flecked with gold, she seemed to radiate a powerful presence even as a baby. Her father had despised her difference, resenting her mere existence.
She was deep in thought when the compartment door slid open, snapping her back to the present. A brown-haired boy peered inside, his eyes curious.
Nyx narrowed her gaze at him. How dare he just barge in without knocking?
"Yes?", she asked coolly.
"Sorry, didn't expect someone here. My friends and I usually sit in this compartment.", the boy explained, clearing his throat before extending a hand. "Nicholas Lestrange."
