Riora, a rather stereotypical rebel, is forced to go to Hogwarts.
"So we know this had to be a little weird for you. No one starts Hogwarts in their fifth year, let alone after the Sorting."
Riora Alden stood in Dumbledore's office, listening to him ramble on and on about how great it was for her to be here, and how much stuff she'd learn, and how many lifelong friends she'd made. She snickered at that quietly, and let him continue for another ten minutes.
"And just wait until you meet the professors. They're wonder-"
"Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore," Riora said quietly. "I know there're no classes today, but could I leave so that I can get to know the school?"
Dumbledore laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must be boring you."
"No sir, not at all," she lied.
"Okay, well, just remember, don't-"
"Go into the Forbidden Forest. Yes sir, I understand."
Dumbledore smiled. "Don't get into too much trouble."
"Yes sir. I'll try not to."
"Well, look at that."
"Give me a beard and call me Merlin, what have we here?"
Riora turned around and saw two tall and lanky redheads walking towards her.
"Well, George, look at that! She's even prettier from the front!"
"I didn't think it was possible, Fred!"
Riora smiled. "Twins, huh?"
George and Fred grinned and nodded.
"But, you're not George. You are." She looked to the one the other had called Fred. She looked back to the one called George. "And you're Fred."
They both looked at each other and laughed. "Why would you think that?"
She shrugged and turned around. "Just a hunch," she said over her shoulder.
After She had walked out of earshot, one of them leaned closer to the other. "How did she know that?"
"I don't know."
Riora didn't know where she was. It was colder that the rest of the castle and a lot darker, too. She tightened her cloak around her shoulders and put the hood over her head. She walked past a few interesting characters, specifically a tall brown-haired boy, who she heard was called Oliver. He had made eye contact with her through the shadow of her hood. She put her head down and walked faster past him.
She ended up back in the Great Hall. She walked out of the castle onto the snow covered grounds. She sat underneath a tree and leaned her head against it. She closed her eyes, imagining she was back home, running through the streets with Shaun. A cloud passed over the sun, and she opened her eyes. Standing in front of her was the boy Oliver.
She narrowed her eyes. "Are you following me?" She silently prayed his next words wouldn't be, "I follow my dreams."
"You're new," he said. Riora noticed he was Scottish.
"You catch on fast," she said dryly, closing her eyes again.
She heard a shuffling sound and opened her eyes again. Oliver was sitting next to her. She stared at him.
"What?" he said innocently. "It's a public tree."
"Yeah, well there are a lot of other public trees."
"Then you can go find another one."
"Moron," Riora mumbled. She stood up, but a stick flew in front of her face. She turned around, glaring at Oliver, who was holding out his wand.
"I'm Oliver, by the way. Oliver Wood."
"Great first impression," she said sarcastically.
"Well, what about you?"
"What?" she asked, moving the stick away from her face.
She scoffed. "I'll tell you when you earn it."
Oliver watched her walk away, leaning her head against the tree with a dazed smile on his face.