(AN: My Immortal But It's Actually Accurate To The Movies And The Goth Scene)

Spellbound

Greetings! My full name is Lucian Curtis Siouxsie Brennan Smith, I am 15 years old and I was assigned to be in a new house in this magical school called Hogwarts.

From what I have heard, after they have seen a spike of students being interested in Potions and music, the school decided to make a new house for this reason, the new house of Fangpire has been renovated and a new table for Fangpire students. They were vastly different to that of the other houses. 

The Fangpire table was made out of ebony instead of the usual oak wood for the other tables, making the table stand out. 

The house for Fangpire, instead of usual moving renaissance paintings, they had paintings of gothic writers, artists and goth musicians. 

But oh well, I must go describe myself.

I look like Siouxsie Sioux, except my face reminds people of Ville Valo from HIM. I wear a dress that covers my legs and arms but not my shoulders and upper chest. I wear a thick choker and ankh necklace while my makeup is white foundation, black lipstick and eyeliner styled to look like small anchors you'd see on fishing rods.

I don't like people who are into emotional hardcore because they are dumb and savages who sing and scream and cry about a relationship they destroyed.

It was my day to go to Hogwarts as it was my 3rd semester, as how a usual routine goes, I go to platform 9 3/4 with everything I needed: A wand made out of a gargoyle's tooth, a little black-banded owl in a cage, my luggage and my satchel which has my black lipstick, mirror, huge telephone, cd player with my black earphones and my cd book containing goth and rivethead music.

I was wearing a black dress that had a messy skirt, 2 belts that were studded, ripped leggings that showed my knees in fishnets, black go-go boots. My makeup consisted of an eye of ra style eyeliner, black lipstick that forms a heart on my lips, white foundation and a bit of black blush from my eyeshadow (my current eyeshadow is blood red grinded from the dry blood of cattle)

I get into the train and settle myself in one of the rooms where i could see the view. My owl (Which I have named Fenix) was resting in the cage before the train moved, startling him and causing him to flap his wings.

"It's okay Fenix," said myself. "Here, have some of these... stuff." I placed some bird seeds and a dead rat in his cage as the train moves to Hogsmeade station kilometers away from the platform.

As it was snowing and raining, I listened to some Diva Destruction in my cd player with stickers of my melody (does anyone actually have stickers of this rabbit though?!) and hello kitty. Looking out, it was like visualising a story's setting from a fairytale. I saw London's skyline disappearing as the train moves forward and I ate some of the frog chocolate (which by the way, I had a dumbledore card) that the lady gave me.

Until I heard something eerie, like a violin's bow scratching the strings or a train's brakes being pulled. I heard what they call Dementors were searching through the train.

I stopped my music and slammed it back into my satchel, the sound of breathing made my skin crawl as I got my cloak and cover my face so they could not see me.

Let's just say... I was in for the worst time of my life.