Annika's POV
(September 1st, 1991)
Here I was in a wizarding school, even if I had absolutely no idea it existed just a few days ago. Both of my parents are dead, I live with my older brothers, and until now I didn't know that I was what these people call a "half blood" or that I was raised in the "muggle world." All this time I was under the impression that my brothers had gone to boarding school, but clearly I was wrong, because while I was learning about WWII, my brothers were casting cute little spells.
So far I had only talked to a strange girl named Luna Lovegood on the train, at first I thought she was crazy, and I still do, but at least she's nice, not like other people I've encountered. Apperantly being a half blood isn't very convenient for me.
"Muggle born?" I hear someone ask, I don't know what that means or what it is or who is even asking me that question. I turn around to see a girl with huge brown hair that's bigger than her head.
"What now?" I ask, so far I'm not liking this world, the people look unusual and ask weird questions I don't know the answer to.
"Your parents," She says, as if that's supposed to be an explanation for her question. I can tell she knows I'm still very confused because she adds "Are they muggles?" Okay now I understand, these people have weird names for one another, like a blood status I guess.
"Oh, my dad was, my mom was a..." Suddenly I can't remember the word they use for the people who get all the privilege here.
"Pure blood?" She asks, I nod. "Hermione Granger, did you grow up in the muggle world?" She asks, but right now I'm only focused on the fact that this random person I've never met is asking me a bunch of questions about my life, questions I don't know how to answer.
"Yeah, I guess," I reply, she looks at me with a curious face, and that's when I realize I'm supposed to introduce myself now "Annika," I say, and that look is still on her face, "Alonzo, Annika Alonzo." Something I've learned is that these people just have to add their last names to everything.
"Oh, well that makes sense on why you don't know all of these basic things, I mean, I know because I did a lot of research when I got my letter. I'm just surprised that your mother didn't explain all of this to you." I can't stand her stupid little British accent.
"My mom is dead." I say with a straight face to intimidate her.
"Oh,"
Bitch.
"Oh I'm so sorry." She adds, I don't want her sorrys, I don't even need them.
"It's alright." I say turning to walk away from this person whom I already hate.
That's when I see him, and I hate him, I don't know who he is but based on his hair I hate him. He's talking to some kid with glasses and another one with red hair. From my point of view, it looks like bullying, but honestly I don't care that much.
"Red hair and the hand me down robe, must be a Weasley." I hear him say.
"What an asshole."
He looks at me. Why? Why is he looking at me? Don't look at me, look at the ginger not me. I'm just minding my own business.
"What did you just say?" He asks. Holy shit I said that at loud. Now I only have two options, either I stand up for myself or I apologize. Now I'm not one for confrontation, but this dude sucks.
"I said you're an asshole." I repeat.
What the hell am I doing?
"What's your name?" He asks
"Annika."
"Your last name." Damn these people really have a thing for last names.
"Alonzo."
"A mudblood, of course." Okay, so I don't know a lot about this, but that doesn't sound like a very nice thing to say.
"Cut it off Malfoy." The kid with glasses says, I just noticed he has a huge scar on his forehead.
"She's not a muggle born," Hermione says, "She's a half blood." What is this girl doing?
"Like that makes it any better." He says.
So far I don't like this Malfoy guy. Thankfully, that's when this really tall teacher with a huge hat tells us to be quiet.
So apperantly it's not that different from normal school.
