The Beginning

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Veronika was early. Very, very early. It happened to be that her parents had work to do early in the morning, so they had dropped her off at the London train station at 9 o'clock. But, as Veronika passed through the barrier to Platform 9 and 3/4 with her trunk and Leo, she was suddenly glad she was.

It seemed that, in light of recent events, a security check had been put in place to board the Hogwarts Express. Veronika found it a bit ridiculous, as it would be pretty easy to tell student from fraud just by looking at them. She went along with it anyways, although pretty disgusted as she walked over to the Pureblood line and overheard some conversations. She wanted to say something about the way they were speaking about the other blood types, but figured not to considering that causing a fuss might look bad. While most were Slytherin, she kept a careful note to keep watch on some students throughout the year. Last thing Veronika wanted was students disrespecting other students, especially if they were of the same house.

As she made it to the front of the line, she hastily put her right hand on the strange rock the goblin had pointed to. She definitely didn't want to be answering questions today, especially in public, but she did it anyways.

"Name?"

"Veronika Voelker."

"Age?"

"17."

"Occupation?"

"Gryffindor Prefect at Hogwarts."

"Pureblood?"

"Why else do you think I'd be in this line?"

"Just making sure. Hometown?"

"Berlin."

The questions went on for another minute or two. Veronika guessed that most were simply an honesty testing game, but she answered them anyway. By the end it felt like the goblin knew a good deal about her, more than many she would wager. It bothered her, but, again, Veronika didn't say anything.

Boarding the locomotive, she made her way to the front of the train to the prefect section. There were only a few others there at the moment, and she predicted that most would come at the last minute. That was how most students tended to be. Even ones with more responsibility. Not that it bothered her, just an interesting observation.

It was quite obvious that by the time the Hogwarts Express left the platform that two prefects in particular had forgotten about the meeting. Interesting enough they were both 6th years and females. Danae LaBelle, a Hufflepuff that had a similar interest with Transfiguration as her, and Ainsley Aberforth, a rather curious Slytherin. They didn't really miss that much though, business was as usual for the prefects, and the biggest news was the bathroom password, which this year would be 'Scrubbing Duck'. Whoever the teufel came up with that name wanted to make sure everyone laughed at it apparently. Veronika sure did and would in the future.

The rest of the time in the cabin was mostly spent catching up with each other's summers. Veronika herself hadn't done too many exciting things, aside from doing some extra curricular studying as soon as she turned 17 and making the usual trips to Britain. Most of the other prefects had more interesting vacations, from Egypt to Japan. Veronika was somewhat jealous, although she had had a decent summer.

Hogwarts was approaching, and as Veronika left the cabin to change, she saw some of the usual ruckus coming from some students. Stopping for a moment to tell them to behave, she then proceeded to the bathroom to change into her robes. After that that was done, she proudly pinned the prefect badge onto them. Even though it was a year old it looked shiny and new, showing that Veronika had taken good care of it. Tracing her fingers over it once, she then walked back to the prefect cabin, although she only had to wait a few minutes before getting up again and leaving the train to guide the 1st years.
 

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"You knew Danae was one of us?" Mick nudged Alden with his elbow as the group of Slytherins suddenly grew quiet. Alden hadn't really been paying attention to the blood purity debate as his eyes had drifted over the other lines of students to find Ainsley among the half-bloods. A few minutes earlier her grandmother had made a scene, arguing with a Goblin, and somehow the radiant prefect and star Keeper of his Quidditch team paled in comparison to her..her grandmother. Alden shook his head and forced himself to turn to Mick, "what?-" he shot back at him "I don't know a Danny"

Mick had trouble holding in his laughter, "Danae LaBelle, the cousin of the Lestranges?" Mick replied in a whisper and a jerk with his head towards the girl standing a good ten feet away, but Alden's eyes showed he still had no clue. "The french girl, damnit" Mick was losing his patience, but this seemed to trigger some recognition from the Slythering beater, "Ahh she's in Hufflepuff ain't she?"

The looks of his fellow sixth year Slytherins around him turned to one of flabbergasm, "Do you pay any attention to what happens around you, or does the House Elf just give you the summaries at the end of the summer?" one Slytherin girl rolled her eyes, referencing to Alden's privileged position as the son of a high ranked Ministry official. "It's not that, Ella-" another intejected "I bet he was still too preoccupied admiring the cheekbones on Ainsley's grandmother." the group laughed, all aside from Alden who managed just a slight smirk "-though I imagine you'd have seen her before. She's in the right circles, isn't she, or where have you been all summer?"

"East-Berlin" Alden sighed, "there's wizards there oppressing muggles, refusing them muggle-technology." The international council of Warlocks was trying to intervene and over the summer tried to open up access of muggle technology and culture to those germans that had been deprived of it. A slow process that had caused his father migraines, because magical or not, politicians were stubborn know-it-alls by default. Alden's summer, therefore, had just been him reading spellbooks and practising potions.

"Oh that most be a jolly place then!" Mick, always the blood purist, exclaimed.

"A horrid and dank place actually."

Suddenly the line began to move as the Purebloods were allowed into the Hogwarts Express first and Alden, surrounded by Slytherin purebloods eager to know how muggle oppression worked outside in the real world, settled won in the first private booth he could find. Somewhere during the ride the question would surely die down and he'd be able to finally get that potions book he was dying to read.
 
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