❝I swear, people are the cause of cancer.❞

Elvira Steele was a late-bloomer. Her parents were worried she'd be the first squib in their Pureblood heritage, the first non-magic child in their long line of Gryffindors. Of course, they'd love her no matter what the turnout, but were ecstatic when Elvira finally turned her father's prized broomstick into a mouse. She was to attend Hogwarts and live her dreams of becoming a powerful Auror or even simply a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her future was set. That is, until the sorting hat decided to change her life forever. After the sorting ceremony, Elvira Steele is thrown into a whirlwind of chaos, magic, friendship, and Dark Arts as she realizes things are not as simple as they seem. Not all Gryffindors are brave and good, and neither is every Slytherin cunning and selfish. Her loyalties are tested at every turn of the road, and she finds herself slowly slipping into a darkness she swore she would never near. Through the battle between good and evil, Elvira uncovers twisted, unexpected secrets from her heritage, and has to make choices that no seventeen-year old should ever have to make.

"As I sat on the toilet, I realized how badass I was being. First of all, I (kind of) broke into Walmart; Second, I was (kind of) plotting to steal toilet paper; and third, I was doing all this while a hurricane was brewing outside." Ellie wanted a quick trip to Walmart to buy some toilet paper for her mom. A minute in, a minute out. Instead, she got locked in. With her secret love, of course.

"You see, Draco Malfoy, without your sarcastic replies to endure each morning and that arrogance only you could carry, I find myself somewhat missing you." Draco thought the biggest problem living for a year under the same roof as Hermione Granger was the probability of them killing each other. He never thought it would be falling in love with her.

Dominique Weasley knows she’s ugly. Unattractive, unappealing-just positively un-everything. She doesn’t have the same Veela look as her siblings, nor can she pull off the red hair like the rest of her beautiful cousins-she’s the odd one out, the sore thumb-the beast without her own beauty of a prince charming. Now in her seventh year, Dominique swears it’s going to be different-so she says goodbye to chocolate and sweets, hoping to look even a little like her sister and mother, with their willowy figures. Soon she cuts out everything, but it’s not working; Dominique is still ugly, and her sister is only the more beautiful. No one seems to notice Dominique wasting away, how her heart and soul along with body is slowly starving-except Ben Wood. Ben tries to reason with Dominique, but all she wants is for one person to call her pretty.