You're A Wizard?!

[Dina Nightray]

Dina Stanley had been sorted into Gryffindor. It was the same house as her brother, Zurial and she was pretty happy with that. She had nothing against her brothers after all, though sometimes she wondered where they got off referring to her as a boy. After all, she was clearly not a boy, she'd just not hit puberty yet, but she had, there would be no reason for her brothers to treat her as a boy any longer. After all, she wore girls clothing and her hair was long, though she never did anything with it besides the occasional plats, a bun and ponytail, but it was all she knew how to do. When he mother was still alive, she did all sorts of intricate things with Dina's hair, but now, she was dead and no one else could do her hair. She'd never allow it. She wasn't sure why, she just supposed she wanted the last memory of her mother to linger in her hair. It wasn't likely to linger much anywhere else. To be honest though, Dina wouldn't have been opposed to her father doing her hair, he just barely touched her anymore. She supposed he was petrified of doing something wrong, but she roughhoused with her brothers all the time, so she still didn't know what the bug deal was. Whatever it was her father had to snap out of it, because she was a big girl now and she was playing by her own rules. If that meant that he daddy had to do her hair, then by Merlin, that man was going to do it what ever the cost! Dina dearly loved her father, honestly she did, but for some reason he went really weird after her mother died six years ago and he was never really the same after that. She supposed she understood why, in her own way, but that was no excuse for her father to be afraid of her, not at all.

Pulling her required books from the bookshelf, managing not to kill herself as she did so, Dina lugged them all into the corner of the library. She would be damned if she allowed anyone to catch her reading! She had a reputation to uphold. She was a brute, a tomboy, not a hopeless romantic in love with romance and mystery novels, it just didn't fit. She was the caveman from the road, the cat brought in after bad weather, the ruffian, the boy, Dino. As much as the nickname annoyed her, one amongst many, she had to admit that it really actually suited her. She didn't even help herself with regards to it, she just allowed them to continue on as they were. Still, she supposed that they shouldn't be calling her those names. She was a girl and her name was Dina, not Dino. She had often wondered if maybe it was a coping mechanism. She'd never been a planned birth, she knew that. Her mother always called her special and this was what she had taken it to mean. She was special because they had taken every precaution not to get pregnant and yet they still had and it had resulted in her. The girl who didn't know how to be a girl. Really, how hard could it be? Sighing, Dina slid down the wall and picked up the first book which lay to her side, eager to get started, however, the moment she opened it, the page slid through her fingers and resulted in a throbbing paper cut. "F*ck! Owwie!" Dina looked at the blood on her fingertip and immediately thrust it into her mouth. Goddamn those stupid damn paper cuts.
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[Alexander Nightray]

It was the start of another year, and honestly, Alexander Nightray was not that thrilled. At least, he was not as excited as his older cousins who kept on chattering about what they would do as soon as arrive at the castle. That, however, didn't mean that he did not want to go back at Hogwarts, for he did. It was just that, he had nothing to look forward to. Sure, there were a lot of things to learn at the school, a lot of books to read at the library, and a lot of quidditch matches to participate to (for his father still insisted that he join his house' team again), but there was nothing to really interest him and keep his attention for long. The Hufflepuff would have been fine being home-schooled if it wasn't for his sister. He preferred the comfort of his own room than the unfamiliar environment that the school had to offer. He had been attending Hogwarts for a year, but every time he would return to it after leaving it, he would find himself getting disoriented once again. Today was not an exception.

The Hufflepuff pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to balance a set of book with his other hand. The pain had lessen, but he was still suffering from mild head ache. He would have skipped the sorting ceremony, but as a student of the school, it was only appropriate that he attend it to welcome the new first years. However, he wasn't really paying much attention to what was happening then, for he was too focused on trying to get rid of the pain. He didn't even listen to the names being called nor did he look up to look at the fresh faces as they sat on the stool that he used a year ago. He merely clapped his hands absentmindedly every time he would hear his house being called. That was it. The boy had a pretty sharp memory, but he couldn't really remember the names nor the faces of the new first years, he couldn't even recall clearly the new members of their house. Not that it mattered a lot, it wasn't like he was planning to get acquainted with them. He preferred not to unless the situation required or if he was asked to do it.

With much difficulty, he managed to open the door to the library, the only place that he would really miss should he choose to stop attending the school. The library was unusually full (in his standards at least), it was a good thing that the place he usually occupies was still vacant, otherwise, he would have to go back to his room, something which he wanted to avoid if he could. He wasn't really in the mood to tolerate his roommates' nosiness, maybe some other time, not now. His place at the library was located at the corner of the room, where students are scarce, and where he wouldn't be disturbed. He gently placed the books on the table and arranged them neatly by topic before he moved to make himself comfortable. He was about to resume reading about potions when he heard a familiar voice. Usually, Alexander wouldn't pay attention to any noise and would resume what he was doing unless he really had to or unless the cause of the noise was something that means something to him. This was one of those rare times that he did close his book and stood up to find the source of the sound. It wasn't because he was annoyed at the sudden distraction, he was intrigued. He didn't need to have a sharp memory to remember that voice. Merlin knew he was not wrong about the owner of that voice either. If the voice was not enough, that way of talking (or cursing really) was a dead giveaway. If it was any other time, he would have stopped to think and consider that cursing and profanities were not exclusive to her, but it was not one of those times, for instead of stopping to think twice about his actions, he was already walking towards the other end of the library where he was sure the owner of the voice would be located. Sure enough, it was her. He was not wrong, that red hair, that voice, those words, it was her, Dina. It was then that he did stop to think. Why would she be here? Wasn't she a muggle? Maybe she was a muggle-born, but, that thought never did occur to him during the time that they were together. He approached the figure and went on his knees so they were on eye level, "Is that a code?," he said, using the same words that he used when they first met, as he gestured to what she was doing. He didn't even asked why she was there, nor did he ask why she did not tell him that she was like him for it seemed that between them, such questions were not necessary, at least, he didn't think it was necessary, all that matter to him was the present, and the present says that he should ask what she was doing.​

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[Dina Nightray]

It was entirely possible that Dina was only imagining it, but her finger certainly felt like it was going to explode. She pulled it out of her mouth to examine it as she thought about the reason why paper cuts hurt so much. She had scraped her knees, cut her hand or her forehead, grazed her elbows and even sliced open her foot. None of it compared to the pain of a paper cut. She'd never realised it before, but now that she was sitting in the corner of the library, practically alone, she could do nothing but think about it. It was at times like these that she wished her mother was here. She had been an experienced healer before she died and Dina liked to think she would have known why paper cuts hurt so much. Her father probably knew too, maybe, but she didn't speak to him much, even though she tried. She was going to try and change that though, she wanted a good relationship with him, based on mutual trust and understanding, if she could find it that was. Sighing, Dina put her finger back in her mouth, because it was really starting to hurt now. She figured that maybe her saliva would make it feel better as everyone also put a bleeding finger into their mouth if it hurt. She'd seen her father and brothers do it on multiple occasions and she had done it herself. It seemed a little ridiculous, but it seemed to work all right.

Dina was too busy trying not to swear again, as she was pretty sure she heard the librarian tell her to be quiet, that she didn't even notice when a boy approached her position. In fact, she was so focused on her throbbing finger, that it wasn't until he spoke that she even noticed him. "poop!" Dina immediately threw her hands out to stop herself from falling over and braced herself against the wall. "Jesus F*cking Christ, Alexander!" She called as she shifted away from him slightly. "You can't just sneak up on people like that. You nearly gave me a bloody heart attack." She finally registered that she had been swearing and clapped her hand over her mouth. "poop, I swore didn't I? Pretend I didn't." She shook her head and then shoved her finger back in her mouth again. "Ith good to thee you though!" She hadn't thought she would know anyone here and though she was surprised to see Alexander was magical, it was pretty cool to know that she would have some friends. "What houthe are you in?" She asked around her finger, cringing at the way it made her sound. "I got a paper cut and it bloody hurtth!" She told him, momentarily forgetting that it was Alexander she was talking too. "Juth pretend I ain't thwearing. It'll be better for both of uth." Probably she should say something else, but she couldn't think of what. "Were you trying to thudy? Did I dithturb you?"
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