❝𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐔𝐃𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃!❞

Isabelle Lockley turned at the crude remark, her brown eyes wide. The girl's long thicket of unkempt curls swung as she rounded. It was only her first day in attendance at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry — she had just been sorted into Ravenclaw last night.

So far, she had gone through her morning knowing literally no one. At the moment, she stood next to a wall in the corridor trying to make sense of her timetable.

As sad as it is, this is the longest she had ever been away from home seeing as she had been homeschooled and practically hidden away for her entire life.

The girl looked around the busy corridor trying to find who had said such a thing. She supposed she should not be surprised — even if her family was tolerant of those of no-maj descent, many pureblooded families were not.

Apparently, it was the same in Great Britain as it was in America; however, Isabelle's family had a more personal disdain for the no-maj people.

For years, non-magical people looked down their noses at people with her skin color, and before that, they burned those with magical blood.

So excuse the Lockley family if they were not the fondest of the no-maj people, even if they had changed their ways in recent times.

Isabelle had quite a sharp tongue and she was witty — it would not take her much to spit an insult at someone who had it coming. But she reminded herself that it was her first day and she wanted to make a good impression... be average.

Just a typical teenage witch — no need for anyone to find out that she was the first Witch Supreme born in centuries.

Finally, her eyes sought out the target, watching as a younger student was shoved to the ground with a yelp. Hilariously enough, the fallen student rolled backward.

Swaggering forward was a small group of Slytherin boys. After reading up on Hogwarts: A History (something she had done as soon as Dumbledore showed up on her doorstep) she learned that Slytherin has quite a history behind it.

Out of the entirety of the small group, Isabelle's eyes only focused on one person. The person at the front, the one who had obviously said the crude phrase and was now snickering.

A slender boy with white hair that reminded her of freshly fallen snow and cold grey eyes that seemed to hold a galaxy — he was gorgeous.

And don't even get her started on that British accent.

'Marry me.' She thought helplessly with an internal sigh.

Isabelle clutched her books tighter to her chest, her breath picking up as she watched the white-haired boy laugh at a joke that one of his friends told him.

She noticed the silver ring that one of his fingers adorned, while she could not read the emblem from where she stood, she was willing to bet that it was a family ring.

A sign that he most likely came from an old family.

"Excuse me," she could not stop herself from tapping the shoulder of a female student who was walking by.

The girl with bushy hair stopped and turned to Isabelle politely.

"Yes," she smiled and Isabelle delivered a kind one back.

"Who is that?" Isabelle questioned while pointing to the handsome boy who must have been around her age.

The bushy-haired girl wearing Gryffindor robes whirled around to see who she was pointing out. Isabelle cringed at the scowl that the girl gave when her gaze met the boy that she was referring to — that was not a good sign.

"That is Draco Malfoy and he is a foul loathsome creature... best to stay away from him." The girl advised her before hurrying off.

Isabelle frowned. Based on how she had already seen this Draco guy act, she knew the girl was not lying. But still, she could not help the blush that spread across her cheeks as she gazed at Draco Malfoy.

Even as he continued down the corridor out of sight without so much as a glance in her direction, Isabelle knew she was screwed.

Well, at least she can check off crush on her list of normal teen things.