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Corrine Aaron walked quickly through the streets of Hogsmeade, keeping her head down so as not to be recognized. Sometimes it was hard to go out in public on account of being a professional Quidditch player, for all she was the newest and least experienced on her team. Currently the dark haired nineteen-year-old was on a mission to see one of her good friends she hadn't seen in years.

A slight smile twitched at the corner of Cory's mouth as she thought about Kat Evans. Cory had known Kat back when she first transferred to Beuaxbatons and didn't know any French, which was really hard considereing that was the language used at Beauxbatons. Cory continued on her way down the street to her destination: The Three Broomsticks.

Cory entered the noisy pub and made her way over to the bar where she ordered a butterbeer. Cory laughed quietly at the memory of her first butterbeer. She had been on a date with Michael Rodney, her Bulgarian boyfriend of one summer. Once she recieved her drink from the bartender Cory found an empty table, no mean feet in the crowded pub, and sat down to wait.

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Katherine Evans was in a fairly decent mood today. There was an early morning quidditch scrimmage, Slytherins against Hufflepuffs. That meant that the little red head got to expend some of the day’s anger by hitting students with bludgers. It was always the best way to start off a day for Kat. She had work later on, which she actually enjoyed, but now she was off to Hogsmeade to meet up with an old friend of hers. You’re probably thinking ‘oh wow! A friend?’ Yes. Kathrine used to have friends, now it is an uncommon occurrence.

The girl, in her animagus form, padded down the streets of the small village. Her citrine yellow eyes scanned the area as she weaved in and out of legs. Kat always walked through villages like Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley in her feline form, why? Who knows. The only reason she was even in this little village was to meet up with Cory, whom she had not seen in ages. It might be good for her to catch up with someone and have a civilized conversation that didn’t end up with someone injured.

Katherine slipped through the doors leading into The Three Broomsticks, surveying the crowd. These were definitely not her kinds of people. She preferred the people in Knockturn Alley, they seemed to know her better. People in Hogsmeade seemed to underestimate her power, that is, unless they recognized her. In mid-stride, the girl morphed back into her human form. Her cherry-red locks flowed along behind her as she walked briskly to the bar for a pumpkin juice. Kat looked around, her irises still yellow and feline like. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Cory, the girl that she had not seen since Beauxbatons. She walked to the back of the room and sat down in the chair across from her friend. There was no smile on her face, because if there was you’d know that she had just done something wrong or is about to do something wrong, and neither of those were apparent. “Hey Cory,” Katherine said in a tone that was neither mean nor nice, but it was, perhaps, the nicest thing she had said all day.

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Cory had been waiting for her friend for several minutes. In that time three families, all with young children, had approached her asking for her autograph. Cory, being from Texas where manners were practically engraved on her brain at an early age, nodded politely, smiled for the pictures, and sent the fans on their way with her autograph.

When she was finally by herself in her corner booth, Cory sat back and relaxed her muscles, taking the last swig of her butterbeer. Once she was finished with that she got up and got another drink, this one a bottle of scotch which she took back to her table and proceeded to pour herself a glass. Cory swirled the brown liquid reminiscently and stared off into space, quietly waiting. She let her mind wander while she waited. Her thoughts turned to the time she spent at Beauxbatons and how she had absolutely loathed the place. Madame Maxime had been unbearable, a complete waste of rather a lot of space. One of the few good things about Beauxbatons was Kat Evans.

Such…interesting times they had had together at the expense of Madame Maxime. Another smile twitched at the corner of her mouth and spread across her face. Cory took another sip of scotch. It burned her throat a little as it went down but she didn’t really mind. Cory set her glass down and was just making to refill it when a pretty girl with bright red hair, almost neon, sat across from her. “Hey Cory,” Kat Evans said without smiling.

“Kat!” Cory cried enthusiastically. She was happy to see her friend again. Kat had been like a little sister to her, not quite taking the place of Clara when she died, but fulfilling Cory’s need to look after someone in a sense. “It’s so good to see you. How have you been?”

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Katherine’s eyes widened and her fangs elongated when her friend cried out her name. “Shhh!” she said, holding her finger up to her lips. Kat looked around as eyes turned to her, shooting them all looks, her lips curled up revealing her fangs, and watching all their eyes look the other way in slight fear. The girl absolutely hated when people stared at her. It reminded her that she felt out of place everywhere and she never found somewhere where she felt like she fit in. The red haired girl slid into the chair across from her friend silently avoiding eye contact.

She took a small sip of her pumpkin juice. “It’s good to see you too,” Kat said calmly. She wasn’t the kind of girl to express a lot of emotion out in public. “I’ve been, well, good, I guess.” That was a huge lie, so she corrected herself. “Basically my life has been on a downward spiral ever since I was expelled…” her voice trailed off as she looked off into the far corner of the room. That was more of the truth. Katherine couldn’t keep a boyfriend, had no friends, worked in a torture device shop and was always getting into some sort of trouble. No big deal. “You?” she asked with a more hopeful tone. Seeing as Corrine had graduated to become a professional quidditch player, Kat would say that she was doing quite alright, but there was always the other side to things. She would never know.

The girl’s citrine yellow, cat-like eyes slowly faded to the normal chocolate color. Cory had surely heard about what Katherine had been up to on the street. It wasn’t all that good, in fact none of it was. That was the affect of being disowned and having people pop up all over the place claiming that you were their long lost sister. Weird, eh? It’s happened to this girl. She doesn’t understand why anyone would want her. Did she know something that other people didn’t? Did they want to recruit her? She had no clue. Whatever it was, it was beginning to piss her off. You can’t just walk up to someone and then tell them that you’re their sister. It got Kat’s hopes up multiple times and crushed her hopes and dreams in the process as well. The girl didn’t know who to trust anymore, she had no one to turn to.

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Cory watched her red-haired friend closely. The Windborne Wasp Chaser wasn’t deaf. She had heard the whispers of what her old friend had been up to, none of it good. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was Kat’s well-being. The ones that talked didn’t know Kat like Cory did. Back at Beauxbatons life had been rough, for both of them. Cory had just lost her sister and her family, the people who were supposed to love her more than anyone else was hunting her down. Kat had just lost her family too. In a way the two had bonded over the experience; they looked after each other.

Now, sitting across from, the teen, Cory could tell that Kat had changed since Beauxbatons, and while that might not have been a good thing she didn’t care. Cory knew that her friend was still her friend, something Cory needed right then, the same way Kat probably needed Cory to still be her friend.

“It’s good to see you too,” Kat said calmly. “I’ve been, well, good, I guess.” Kat paused. Cory raised an eyebrow at her expectantly. They both knew that her life hadn’t been “good” but Cory was willing to wait patiently for Kat to open up. “Basically my life has been on a downward spiral ever since I was expelled…” And there it was: the truth.”I heard about that,” Cory said, not looking up at Kat’s yellow cat eyes but rather at her empty glass. She felt guilty leaving the younger girl all alone under the ridiculously large thumb of Madame Maxime when she graduated but there had been nothing she could do. She had already signed a contract saying she would go play for the Windborne Wasps in the coming season. “You?”

Kat’s voice sounded hopeful. Cory’s mouth twitched as she tried to hide her smile. Most people couldn’t really tell the difference between Kat’s emotions, Cory could. She had had to work at it, and she still did sometimes, but she could. Cory also knew that Kat probably didn’t want to hear about Cory’s family sending Private Detectives after her, or her not getting along with all of her teammates, or that her cousin Amy, the only member of her family who still cared about her, had recently been hospitalized due to injuries sustained during a fight with their grandfather. Cory couldn’t burden Kat with all of her problems. The young animgus had enough to deal with as it was.

“I’ve been pretty good. The coaches are working me to death, I swear. Did you watch the Bulgarian versus Ireland game? I think Bulgaria is trying to make up for that World Cup match they lost.” Cory did her best to sound cheerful and carefree but there was an edge to her tone, one that she hoped Kat wouldn’t notice or ignore. Cory wanted today to be about Kat. She wanted what she could consider as a sister-figure to feel important, wanted. It was an emotion Cory herself rarely felt these days so she knew what it felt like and she didn’t want Kat to feel that way. "But, really, what's new with you, honestly?" Cory looked steadily at Kat. She wanted to know the truth about what was going on with her friend, and she wanted to help in anyway she could.

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Sitting across from Cory in the Three Broomsticks really brought back the memories for the young red haired girl. All of the fun moments they’ve shared in the halls of Beauxbatons Academy; playing nasty pranks on Rose, causing mayhem with the younger students, starting food fights, illegal dueling in empty classrooms, and just hanging out with friends that actually liked her instead of ones that were terrified of her. Had it really been a whole year since she had been given the boot? One whole entire year of drama and chaos in her life? “Oh, you’ve heard about that…I’m really not surprised.” Everyone seemed to know about what Kat Evans had been up to, though on the inside, no one could imagine what she had been through. No one understood why she acted out the way she did. There was reason for her madness.

“Well, working hard is good, I guess. It gets you to the places where you want to be. Quidditch is probably the only thing keeping me somewhat sane. It’s the only thing keeping me in school. Damn professors keep reminding me of that. And no, sadly, I haven’t seen it,” Katherine’s thin lips curved into a slight frown, “I have nothing to watch it on. Yanno, with no home or anything. I’m assuming you’re aware that I was kicked out of my mother’s house a while ago, well, I kind of ran away, but I do go to my cousin’s house sometimes.” Corinne was probably the only person that Kat could be open with. They had been through a lot together, using each other’s support to get through it all.

Kat twirled her cherry-red hair around her finger. She didn’t normally like talking about herself, especially with all of the bad shit she’s done over the years. In Knockturn Alley people were impressed with the accomplishments of this young girl, but here, in Hogsmeade, things worked differently. “I’m sure you’ve heard most of it already, but from the point of view of others. I can almost assure you that my version will be different.” Kat had heard a rumor floating around the castle that the professors where thinking about sending her elsewhere for a while to be straightened out. Lucky her.

The girl paused to think for a moment. “Hmm, where should I begin?” she thought out loud. Kat never was that good at keeping things to herself. “I suppose the beginning of last year should do just fine.” So much has changed since then, and it wasn’t for the better. “I met a guy at the beach right before school started. He disappeared,” the girl smirked, but a hint of sadness was visible in her deep, chocolatey eyes. “I made the quidditch team, I guess that’s a good thing,” she shrugged, “I knocked someone out with a bludger on purpose which lead to a three game suspension,” another shrug, “Oh, I met another guy. He cheated on me.” That was self-explanatory. “I was told that my whole life was a lie and that I was adopted. My birth family happened to be the Alexandra’s. My real sister told me that and then vanished.” That was when things started to twist and turn, practically wringing the fifteen year old out of tears. “Then I burned down the Slytherin common room.” At this point she was basically listing events in her life that had the biggest impact on her. “And I met another guy, who happened to be using me to get over his last girlfriend. Lovely, eh? He ended up dying.” It may or may not have been her fault.

Katherine knew that all of that was a lot for on person to take in, but if she could handle it, Cory could. “Moving on to more recent times. Over the summer I stole a bunch of shit and snuck around, living off she streets in Knockturn Alley, which eventually led to me getting a job at L’Oubliette’s, the torture device shop. I actually enjoy it, a lot. The customers seem to be impressed with me. I work the night shift there, it’s not as dangerous as it looks.” Knockturn Alley at night was probably the last place you wanted to be besides Azkaban, though it was the same sort of people wandering around both. “I started school again in September. Kept my spot on the quidditch team and they rebuilt the common room. I failed all of my classes except for DADA and Potions because the teachers liked Slytherins. My charms teacher was pretty pissed off, she wanted me out of the school. I wouldn’t blame her. My head of house fought and quidditch captain fought for me. They made a deal that I would receive tutoring from a Ravenclaw and in return I would give him quidditch training. First day I hit him with a bludger and cracked one of his ribs. He deserved it. Then in the library I ‘refused to cooperate’ and then stabbed him in the hand with my quill.” If Kat was anything, it wasn’t a liar. The man sitting at the next table turned his head and stared at her as if she had three heads. Her voice started out clam, then anger began to build up, eventually exploding. “The next person who stares at me will get their heads ripped off by and angry feline,” her eyes flashed yellow as she stood up and leaned over the man. She bent down and whispered in his ear, “You’re going to wish you were stabbed with a quill.” The red head sat down calmly and watched the man fold up his newspaper, grab his briefcase and scramble out the door. A small devilish smile curled at her lips. She did hate when people stared at her.

“So anyway, where was I?” Katherine paused to think. “Oh yeah. Turns out, the Ravenclaw boy had a huge crush on me and I kind of liked him too. Funny, eh? Too bad he was sent away before anything could happen between us.” It was quite ironic seeing as he still liked her despite the way she acted. He was probably crazy, anyone who liked Kat would have to be. “And finally, last but definitely not least, I was at work one night and this girl walked into the shop, handed me a little journal and claimed that I was her real sister and that my biological family was the O’Shea’s. Another twist in the plotline. So now, I don’t know where the hell to go, who’s child I am and why the Alexandra’s would claim me as their own. Do I know something that people want to know? Am I not really who I think I am?” The girl sighed heavily as her temper cooled down. “The question I’ve been trying to answer since then is: Who am I?” Wow. That was deep. Especially coming from an almost-sixteen-year-old heartless bitch. That truly came from her heart, it proved in the least that she had one despite what people claimed. Sure, some people have said that her heart was ripped out at birth and the only thing keeping her alive is dark magic. It may be true. Who knows? She doesn’t know where the hell she came from, nor does anyone else for that matter. “Sorry for all that. I didn’t mean to hoist the story of my life onto you like that.” Another shocker. Kat never

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