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After Lidia left the cabin Vixen brought back her soul and with that brought the unpleasantness of knowing Lidia would be trying childish immature tricks to embarrass Vixen. All ready she could tell this prison was going to be worse then Azkaban.
Soon the train came to the station where a large man waited with carriages for the students to take to the castle however Vixen had something else in mind.
As soon as she stepped off the train she reached into her handbag and pulled out a cosmetic brush.
Before she could speak a few words a dark haired boy with terrible teeth smiled and walked up behind her and hissed, "You planning on touching up before they sort you next to me sweet cheeks?"
Vixen was appalled by not only his mere image but the disgusting pet name sweet cheeks.
She tuned toward him with an emotionless gaze before looking him up and down. Once she sized him up she brought the brush to her lips and softly blew the soft hairs toward the crooked boy.
Glitter and perfume consumed the boy as he coughed and gagged from the blinding pink cloud that surrounded him until the glittering dust faded. The once boy was now a wild looking girl with bright pink hair that looked like it would glow, pink eye shadow, pink eye liner, and pink lipstick along with a beauty mark just above his lip.
All the students around began to laugh hysterically at the sight of this obvious pink lad as he tried desperately to remove it while shooting death stares to anyone who so much as snickered at him.
Vixen figured that would keep him occupied although not for long. No doubt she would be meeting the boy again and the next time would surely be just as unpleasant. She looked forward to it for no one could be as cruel as she. This was a mere joke but when she played dirty her opponent quickly surrendered.
The scene had drawn a bit of a crowd meaning it was time for Vixen to leave.
"Relaxo" she whispered and with those words her brush expanded into a broom. She sat down on it side saddle and blew the boy a kiss before the broom took off to the caste.
It was a short pleasant ride since no one was staring at her or asking her questions to get her annoyed but soon she was to the enterance of the castle where two carriages of students just arrived.
She landed on the stone walk with ease and the broom began to twinkle before turning back into the small brush which Vixen replaced back into her handbag.
As she walked alone she knew she would soon be approached by a instructor and scolded for all ready breaking the rules by flying an uncertified broom and perhaps without a license. Nonetheless she did not care one bit.
Sure enough a professor wearing the traditional black robes approached her with a sour expression painted across his face under his matted black hair.
"Which house do you belong to young lady?" demanded the dark professor as his eyes tried to ignite her skin on fire.
Without hesitation or remorse she stared back at him just as cold and snapped, "We will see what the sorting hat has to say about that Professor Snape!"
Professor Snape sneered at her with raging eyes from her mocking tone. "A transfer I see. If it were up to me I would have you expelled the moment you stepped off the train. You would be walking back now in this devil rain!"
An evil smile appeared across Vixen's lips as her cold eyes made his blood run cold, "I'm no stranger to the rain. I've fought with the devil and got down on his level! You would be doing me a favor Snape!" she hissed
It suddenly hit Snape that this was very odd for a new student to know his name all ready. "How do you know my name all ready?" he demanded.
The evil grin did not leave her face as she brought her hand into view along with a dark hair waving in the breeze. "Professor Severus Snape, teacher of potions, but your desire is Defense against the dark arts. Born January 9th 1960 to a witch and muggle. A cunning death eater. Would you like me to go into details about your father... or Lily Potter?"
Snape stared with disbelief and a bit of fear as to how she knew this information as he impatiently waited for her to reveal her secret but instead she began to walk past him but not before sending him one more snooty comeback, "See you in class."
When she was out of sight Professor Snape now realized there crowd she had drew. His blood quickly began to boil. "Get to the great hall now! There is nothing to see here!" yelled Snape making a few students jump from his harsh tone.
In the great hall the first year students stood ready in their robes with excitement and fear as one by one they were sorted into one of the four houses.
As soon as each first year student was sorted they finally came to the three transfer students. The two others besides Vixen were coming from Bulgaria.
The first lad was a tall bulky fellow with a permanent scowl across his face. Filip Kamen was his name and he was immediately sorted into Ravenclaw by surprise! Next was the thin and shy looking lad named Nickola Stanko. The hat took a moment to decide and soon enough Nikola was sorted into Slytherin with much dismay.
Next the lady professor with a crooked hat sternly said Vixen Ven...
The professor did not believe the name she read so she looked to the headmaster with fear in her eyes just to be assured that the name she was about to read was correct
Now without as much enthusiasm and a hint of fear in her voice she spoke just loud enough that only a few around could hear. "Vixen Venator... please step forward to be placed in your house."
All the students, staff stared with curiosity and wonder as the student gracefully stepped forward and took a seat. They all felt as though they had just been punched in the gut for not a soul in the room kept their breath as her icy eyes looked up.
Unlike most curious witches and wizard the students did not turn and whisper like usual but instead waited and listened carefully to hear which house this divine creature would be sorted into as the sorting hat moved around in an unknown way.
Seconds seemed like hours and minutes seemed like days until the hat yelled "STOP!" before throwing itself off the girl's head scaring half the room as its blood curdling screams echoed off the stone walls.
What sort of sign was this? How could the hat be afraid of someone when itself was not human?
Dumbledore quickly took attention and said, "Miss. Venator is like any other student however with one minor fault. She shares traits and lacks traits for each house and therefore cannot be placed into a house but so that she does not get left out of our activities she will hold a position with each house. Now enough of this nonsense, let the feast begin!"
Vixen smirked at the lie the headmaster had just made. Why not just tell the school so that way they will not cross her path for sooner or later they would find out.
The food appeared around all the tables and Vixen made her way to the Hufflepuff table where she sat at the end closest to the front and carefully portioned her plate followed by taking her glass and with the tip of her finger ran it around the rim of the glass while saying, "Genero Vinium." As the crystal sang and water turned dark red.
A familiar gaze was set upon her but unlike most this was one that scared her. She let her eyes drift and was soon captured by a familiar pair of hazel eyes. It was the boy from Diagon Alley, if she recalled his friends called him Cedric.
There was something not common with his eyes as he looked upon her. She did not see that usual hint of fear and desire but something else that Vixen was completely oblivious to.
A small smile spread across his face before he spoke with a low charming voice, "What is that you just did? Asking for your venom?"
Vixen decided to brush off the awkwardness and replied with poison and acid like usual. "It is a rich wolfberry wine. I like to have a glass of wine with my dinner seeing as I have done so for many years now." Suddenly she realized that he understood Latin. She looked at back at him and saw his eyes still gazing over her.
Out of habit and remembering her raising she quickly snapped, "If I were you I would find some other object to gawk at before I take away your vision."
Wasn't exactly one of her best threats but she tried. He nodded his head before concentrating on his meal in front of him but his smirk never escaped his face.