The Harlequin Few

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a 15 year-old damsel named Harcou. She went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was a fifth year in the house of Ravenclaw, witch-in-training. Harcou had very short platinum blonde hair, that was gelled into little spiky bunches that randomly zigzagged across her skull. Her nails were painted a shade of neon blue, which matched the delicate wisps of color streaked throughout her choppy hair. Her left eye was a stormy green, and her right was a shade of light violet. Today as she traveled on the Hogwarts Express she donned a tiny blue mini-skirt, a pair of sequined ballet-flats, and a white shirt that said, “Freak” in slashed text.
Harc was sitting with her good friends, Lensay and Daniel. She sat across the car from them, cross- legged and picking off her nail polish as Lensay and Daniel bickered. “IT’S MY BLOODY CHOCOLATE FROG MONEY!” Lensay screeched at her twin Daniel. “Shut up, you daft twit.” he growled back. “Lens, Dan-O, could you settle this one without the wands, please?” sighed Harc. The two had already grabbed their wands from their bags, holding them at each other’s foreheads. “Dan, you know quite well that I can make your life a living hell. ” Lens said as she gestured her wand towards his crotch with a smirk. Daniel blushed and lowered his wand. “Fine…” he sighed. “YES!” squealed Lensay while jumping up in triumph. “Fooled yah Lens,” Dan said with a grin “Exspellliamus!” he shouted, causing Lensay’s wand to shoot across the train car, where it landed somewhere under Harcou’s seat. Lens barely had time to utter the words ’oh shit’ before Daniel muttered the spell, “Foricious Fluoric” then flicked his wand. A puff of red smoke shot out of his wand's slender tip. Harcou had been reading and listening to her iPod whilst the twins fought, but looked up from her book when things were getting a bit hairy. “Dan-O, what the fuck?” snapped Harc. Dan laughed. Lensay had her hands covering her mouth and was squealing in horror. She slowly lowered her hands to reveal a curly black goatee. Daniel burst into laughter as his twin started sobbing in the corner. Harcou forced herself not to crack up as she told Lensay, “It’s really not that bad, Lens…” Lensay had her face in her hands, and responded with a muffled ’shut up’ as she cried. Harc mouthed the words, ’oh my god’ across the car to Dan with a smile. His amber eyes flashed mischievously as he grinned back.
Harcou found Lensay quite annoying sometimes, but she was starting to feel bad for her friend. Lensay and Dan-O had been her best mates since she started school at Hogwarts, but the tall auburn goddess always made Harc jealous. Dan-O was gorgeous too; his slanted hair and golden eyes made Harc swoon, and had the same effect on about every other girl in the school. He and his sister were blessed with dark coppery hair, and strange yellow eyes. Harc noticed recently that Dan’s were a shade darker than Lensay’s, a more ‘tarnished gold‘, if you will.
“Dan-O, get rid of it, please?” laughed Harc. Lensay had finally stopped crying, and was sitting with her arms across her chest, glaring at her brother. “ I think Draco should get to see it first” snickered Dan, saying Draco in a swooning, high-pitched voice that resembled how you would talk if someone stuck his or her finger up your ass. Lens screeched, “NO!” but the train was coming to a halt, and people began to collect their luggage, Harc grabbed Lensay’s wand out from under her seat and tossed it to the distraught girl. She caught it but barely noticed. “Dan-O, please get rid of it!” she pleaded, on the verge of tears again. He ignored her and stepped out of the train car, with Harc in tow.
Harc and Daniel stood outside the train, where it was raining softly laughing about the new ‘Mansey’. “Dude, I’m going to call her that right when she comes out!” Dan laughed, with Harc giggling beside him. Lensay got off the train with a red and gold scarf on, attempting to hide the strange growth of hair. She spotted Dan and Harc, but just glared at them and turned to chat merrily to Pansy Parkinson.
“Why hello, Draco!” Harc heard ’Mansey’ stammer. “Hello there...Lensay.” Draco replied coolly. He was going to leave, but then his silver eyes saw something that made them flash in amusement. “What is that horrid scarf you’re wearing? Supporting Gryffindor, I see.” “Well N-No I just felt really sick, and um, this was the only color they had and I-” she started to explain. “What is wrong with your FACE?” he laughed. “Do you have a beard?” Draco gasped. Crabbe and Goyle grunted as their leader shrieked in laughter. Poor Lensay ran off to the carriages crying, as Harc and Dan watched.
“That was a bit worse that I expected,” stated Dan. “Oh jeez…” said Harc flatly. This left Dan and Harc to there own carriage, while Lensay fumed in a carriage by herself. As they sat across from each other, Harc and Dan-O began to realize how alone they were.