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16, nearly 17
12 3/4", Blackthorn, Unicorn Hair
At the words spoken from the terribly aging, bun-headed professor being spoken toward her best friend, Natalia rolled her bright, sky blue eyes and looked at him carefully, a small smirk on her surprisingly delicate features. He was always getting into trouble in classes, but, being a Slytherin, it was very typical of almost every member of the snake house. She reverted her gaze from George back to the Transfiguration professor, her hand neatly scribbling a few notes from the lesson with her quill onto the small piece of parchment on her desk. Behind her, she heard George fold and tuck the magical newspaper into his robes and pull out his own piece of parchment to scribble his own messy notes. Natalia doubted he was even taking notes. To her, he was probably more or less just doodling little inappropriate images all over the page. She smiled softly to herself at the thought and went back to paying attention to the teacher she disliked the most.
After a while, while the Head of Gryffindor house rambled on and on about who knows what, Natalia began to think about herself, her life. Her parents weren't Slytherins, and were honestly surprised when they found out their only daughter ended up in the house that they hated oh so much. She never understood why, but they just hated the house donned with green and silver. Growing up, she had it easy. Her parents weren't all that strict, and had three extremely overprotective brothers that had ended up beating up more boys than she could count just because she was spending time with them. George wasn't one of them, though. Why, she wasn't sure, but her brothers seemed to trust him. He was her best friend, and nothing would have ever changed that. They met on the train ride their first year, and talked the entire ride through the unexpected beauty that surrounded the track from Platform 9 3/4.
And even though her parents hated Slytherins, their love for her never changed, and seemed to grow when she was announced the female prefect for the house she so truly belonged. Eventually, she became head of house in her seventh year, and believed there was the slightest of jealousy from George. Of course, he wasn't jealous at all because he didn't give a rat's behind about it. He just played on it for whatever reason.
When the class finally ended and she packed her things, Natalia tucked her supplies into her schoolbag and began to walk out of the classroom and talk with her best friend as he was so rudely stopped by the old geezer that taught her least favorite class. She frowned and pulled her schoolbag over her slender shoulder and finally walked out of the scarily bright classroom. She sighed and turned towards the main staircase of Hogwarts, somehow seeming to find every wrong one. Each set of stairs turned in the wrong direction, causing her from reaching her destination, the Slytherin common room. Her brows furrowed as she walked angrily from staircase to staircase, getting more and more upset as the staircases kept her from her destination. It's not like she had anything to do, anyway. She had already finished her work for her other classes that was due in a few days. It was probably the bit of Ravenclaw in her. All she wanted to do was just sit next to George and talk, like they always did. There were rumors going around the school that she wanted to address with me. It's not like, if the rumors were true, that he would even want to be on "that side". He was going to follow in his father's footsteps, as far as she knew.
Natalia finally reached the common room door and mumbled the password as she adjusted her schoolbag on her shoulder. She walked in, very agitated, and looked around the dark room for George. The common room was her favorite place in the school. Slytherin house was located in the dungeon's under the school, the windows surrounded by the Black Lake. She loved it, the darkness. It was peaceful to her.
When she finally found George, she raised a platinum eyebrow at the fact that he was actually working on his schoolwork, and walked over to him. She dropped the bag onto the ground with a loud thud! and crossed her arms angrily over her chest. "I can't believe you beat me here," Natalia told him, a cold tinge in her voice. "The damn staircases would not let me get here. They kept changing, and I kept running into terrified first years, and UGH!" She groaned and threw her hands in the air with frustration. "What am I supposed to do about that?"