Rebecca Christopher
Muggle born, 6th year
Rebecca raised an eyebrow at him finding the Gryffindor beautiful, having a fondness for her red hair. "Lucius, I know you probably didn't notice me first year but i was chubby fluffy haired child" She said to him, which had been a big reason she had never talked to him earlier. Why would a handsome guy like him had spoken to a girl like her? she still wondered that. When he asked about her parents she couldn't help but laugh. "Well my father like you was from a wealthy family, arranged marriages and all. My mother was a traveler, a gypsy. They knew eachother since they where kids for her caravan would always travel through his town." She said knowing it sounded like a fairy tale but it was what her parents have always told her and they had some photos to support it.
"Anyway, my father was arranged to marry someone but he fell in love with my mother. His family wouldn't have it. Told him if he took and i quote 'that gypsy trash' he was no longer a part of the family. So he left, married my mother who also lost her family because she married a non gypsy. I mean my mother had a few family members who still spoke to her but her parents did not" Rebecca said as she walked with Lucius. She always got embarrassed by the story because it seemed so unreal like it was just something stolen from a fairy tale.
"I think that is a silly thought to have, knowing the students there will be vary few showing up unless there is a test of some kind" Rebecca laughed gently knowing it to be true. She would go to class, no matter how tired she was.