It was a calm, spring afternoon when Crystal Diamandis Serenity Prudence Grace Pearlflower was gliding dreamily down the bustling corridors of Hogwarts school. Bustling, that is, until Crystal entered. The halls fell silent and everyone turned to gaze in awe at the dazzling beauty before them. Crystal swept passed, trying to not to look at the dazzled students gaping dumbly at her. Her long, blonde curls cascaded past her waist as she swiftly made her way to the Gryffindor common room, her shapely, elegant, tanned legs leading her.
Crystal sighed. Not another male admirer trying hopelessly to gain a few seconds of her attention. Ever since she had transfered from America and started the school of witchcraft and wizardry she had been the most beautiful, most graceful, most cleverest, most talented witch in Hogwarts history - and everyone wanted a piece of Miss Pearlflower. She turned around sharply.
"What do you want?" she snapped in her angel-like voice. It was Draco Malfoy. Crystal immediatley regretted her actions. Draco's face fell.