Young people laughed - girls giggling over the latest gossip, guys chuckling as they relived over a prank they pulled in class and even a loud shriek rented the hall as Alice Prewett's dress flew up to her ears. The noise came as a loud murmur, the typical sound of the Hogwarts population and it came as a crash, like waves on a rocky shore, as a Wickham Twin opened the doors to the Great Hall and entered.

A soft smile crept across lips, in a cat like smile and a quiet purr of contentment rose from the base of the throat. This was the arena of Dierdre - the female Wickham twin that ruled the halls. This was where she flourished and ruled the chicken coop. A place where people recognized her the instant she walked in the room. There was only a handful of people at Hogwarts who actually hated her, but others who dared to say they disliked her, secretly was jealous and would bow down if they were able to be recognized by the Slytherin Queen. She loathed homework and classes. She understood the benefits of understanding some spells and the use of a wand. Its what made them pure. But society - the friendships, the flirts, the backstabbing, the gossip where what she thrived on and without it she was sure she would of gone insane by now. Some people would find it surprising that Dierdre had made it to the Seventh year without falling behind in her studies, for she was not the brightest when it came to actual studies. But it was not surprising to know that Dierdre always twisted a Ravenclaw around her little pinky to do her homework.

Dierdre swept her gaze across the stony room. The granite echoed the sound, the laughter, the yelling, bouncing off the walls before being muffled in the magical blue sky in the high vaulted ceiling. None of the sounds that where echoed to Dierdre were the voices she was looking for. The Wickham Twin spent most of her morning locked up in the Slytherin Common Room finishing the pile of homework from the previous week. Just after breakfast, the library had been empty of all Ravenclaw nerds. She let out a sigt of relief, it felt good to be out of the confing presence of the dark dungeon.

The young women was looking for her group of friends. Normally they could always be found near her or in a short distance away. But they all had left her in her misery to do other things. A part of her, had felt slightly angry and betrayed that they could of walked off without a care for her. It was ok for her to dismiss them, but for them to leave on their on accord was a bit disrespectful. Maybe it was time to replace. Either way, she needed to find someone she could talk to, hear some gossip and get rid of the infernal racket of facts that were bouncing around in her brain. Arthimancy, Transfiguration they were all fine and dandy for her brother, who needed to learn them for the family and business. But they only reason they where good for Dierdre was to get her one way ticket out of Hogwarts.

Another sigh escaped her red plump lips. She still did not see anyone she knew - no Narcissa, not even the handsome Lucius could be found. Her bottom lip extended out slightly in a pout. As she stood in the middle of Great Hall entrance, looking down at the students who had gathered to eat lunch. Her eyes narrowed as she nodded slightly to herself, with her manicured hands on her hips. Yes, it was definitely time for a change. A replacement.

Just like her brother, Ciaran, Dierdre did not know the trials of pain and anguish. If she was to say she was sorry to anyone, heaven for bit it would come down to that, it would be false and hollow. For how could one be sorry without fully understanding what the opposite person was going through. No matter how hard, which was very unlikely for her to try, Dierdre would never come to realize what normal people lived through. The closest she had come to pain was her british grey kitten, Charles, dying at a young age of four, a couple years ago. But even then it was not a big deal, for her Father bought her a Siamese kitten the very next day. The only reason Dierdre would ever cry would be to get her way. If she shed tears at her own parents funeral, it would surprise everyone including herself. No, the only one she would shed real tears for, was her twin Brother. The only one who understood her, pampered her. It was a curiousity if Dierdre would fully understand the meaning of pain on her own death bed. But knowing Dierdre she would insist the nurses at St. Mungos to give her pain medication. Most people spoke in snide tones of Dierdre Wickham not being able to feel, a wonder what they thought for being very close to the truth.

A bump. A stumble. A possible broken ankle. Luckily her short stature and lack of heels today, made it up to her, for surely if she was lankier, a fall would surely of ensued. Instead, she had made a few hesitant steps in a small stumble before regaining her composure. A delicate and slender hand through her brunette hair and straightened out her shirt. Today she had opted for a navy blue buttoned shirt with a lacy front with puffy cap sleeves. A dark denim and a mixed green stripe ballet offset the mix. If the young girl had not caught her eye as she turned around to face her assailant, havoc would of rained down.

Rosalie Bass.

The named popped in her head as soon as Dierdre's brown eyes turned. She was proud of herself in being able to know everyone by name and face. Trying to know everything she could about the person. Her Father was amazed at the clarity and speed she could remember what he called silly dribble, but nothing about dates or money. Rosalie was a Hufflepuff sixth year, slightly taler then herself with beautiful hair that was rumoured to have come from her deceased Father. She was not very social but it was to be expected from Hufflepuff who where at the bottom of the Hogwarts society ladder. But most from the house seemed to be friendly and kind to anyone around, but this one seemed to prefer being alone. She had some friends true, but the few times Deirdre had noticed the girl she sat or walked by herself.

The young girl stammered out an apology for her mistake. An error that most would have found themselves in a most humiliated circumstance in front of the entire student population. But instead Deirdre put on a bright sappy smile which no one but herself knew was fake. "It's alright, I'm sure it was a honest mistake. I was the one after all standing in the middle of the door." She laughed clear and bright - all previous studies forgotten.

Unfinished. Rosalie had all the components, a bit rough around the edges, but perfectly capable in becoming a replacement. Unfinished. It was the word that came to Dierdre's minde as she stood there. The most prominent issue that occured were Rosalie's clothes. They were not that bad, typical and blah, and on top they were a muggle creation and it definitely showed. Dierdre herself enjoyed the latest fashion, the gold of the catwalk, and did not mind spending whatever amount on au couture. It was one of the reasons many looked up to her, admired her. Dierdre loved it nor could she see why anyone would tired of being the centre of the Hogwarts universe.

Rosalie just seemed to stand there with a slight daze on her delicate features. Despite the muggle clothes she could not help but admit that Rosalie was a very beautiful girl but her social skills lacked. Most who came across her path ran away like she was a black cat. If they happened to meet eye contact they excused themselves profusely.

Rosalie did neither.

It was as if they young girl was a deer caught in a lightbeam. (Normally, a regular person would say high beams of a car, but Dierdre did not play around with muggle fanacies.) The Hufflepuff was rooted to the sport and on top she was meeting Dierdre's eyes How dare the little wench! No one pure dares to meet the eye of a Wickham. How could she even dare meet her eyes like that, did she not even think? Then a thought came over her, and she had to refrain herself from raising her eyebrow in a quizzical manner in a response to the puzzling act from this girl. Part of Dierdre was proud that Rosalie stood up to her. Only a select few were willing. Despite Rosalie being a Hufflepuff she was mildly impressed. It was as if a god sent the perfect person by choice and that the bump was not accidental.

A sappy happy features was still plastered on her face. "Really its not a problem. Why don't you join me at the Slytherin table for a bite to eat and some chat? I don't think I know about you. Plus those excellent style of clothes need to be discussed." She smiled and then turned on her heel. The Slytherin table seemed rowdier then usual, but by the noise level it seemed all the tables were such. Dierdre did not bother to turn back. If Rosalie followed, fabulous, if not, well she certainly would get it later and Rosalie would be in her bad books for the rest of her life. Dierdre Wickham, never gave second chances.