*credit goes to Laura*

Here's another of my lovely story ideas that I'm proud to post. Those who know me, be gentle on the criticism. Those who don't, enjoy and I would love to hear your reactions, on my style of writing. Now, this story is about a boy, in Hogwarts, who meets a girl, who doesn't appreciate herself, and falls in love with her...The problem is, falling for her leads to a whole lot of chaos. Well, you get the idea, here's What is Innocence?

Chapter 1: The First Day of The Rest of Our Lives...

There, down the corridors...Is a figure. A figure he's never seen before in his 7 years in Hogwarts. She had to be new...She had to be new...He knew almost everyone who goes there, so she had to be new...I stood outside the train compartment and looked through the it's window, staring at this girl, who looks scared and timid. She looked between the ages of 13-16. She looked so beautiful and delicate. She looked...so innocent.

There I stood, tall, skinny, dark haired, brown eyed, pale skinned, and my presence had an emo styling in it. I continued to stare at this mysterious beauty, fair skinned, curly-brown haired, dark eyes that were filled with questions, and curvy figured. She glanced at the compartment window and grew more scared when she saw me. I became hot and didn't know what to do, so I just ran into the compartment, across from hers, and shut the door. She looked at me, strangely for awhile, then went back to what she was originally doing, staring at the floor...

"HEY! dude, how was your summer?"

I looked up and saw my best mate, Charlie, enter the compartment, excitedly. "Hey, Charlie. Mine was okay, I guess."

"Mine was awesome!" he shouted. "I went to the Caribbean and Paris and-

I couldn't stop staring at the girl from across the hallway. Who is she? Where did she come from?..."Charlie, that's really interesting about how you wrestled a mummy at Egypt," I said, cutting him off. "But do you know who's that girl, in that compartment?" I pointed at where, and who, I was referring to and Charlie looked at that direction. He nodded with amazement and sat down.

"Her name is Ofelia Swanne...She's 15 years old, transferred here from Beauxbatons, and she's half American, half French." How does he know this stuff?...I'll never know?..."Everyone's talking about Ofelia and why she transferred: Some say she was expelled from Beauxbatons. Others say she came here because she couldn't stand the life of going to a school full of rich kids and decided to come here, to lead a normal life."

I looked at her again and saw a guy was in there with her. I didn't get a good look of the other guy because, throughout the train ride to Hogwarts, I was too distracted by the innocent and mysterious Ofelia.

More will be posted soon!
-Wednesday

I got a banner made for the FF!!! The boy on the left is Carter, the girl in the middle is Ofelia, and the dude on the right is Napoleon.

Napoleon Spats...That's the name of the guy Ofelia was sitting with. He's one of the most popular guys in Hogwarts and everyone admires him. Girls want him and guys want to be him because girls want him. But seriously, why does everyone like Spats? The dude has the IQ of 14. What's so special about Spats? He's inconsiderate, selfish, shallow, rich, and idiotic. And on top of that, he's mental.

When we finally made it to the school, Ofelia was being escorted out of the train, by Spats of course. Charlie and I were walking out of the train, but I didn't realize I had bumped into Spats. "Hey Carter," he spoke.

I looked at him and sort of waved at him and sarcastically said, "Oh my god! You finally learned my name..."

"Funny, hi Charlie."

"Ello Napoleon," Charlie muttered.

I looked from Spats to Ofelia and bit my lower lip, but had the courage to say, "Are you new here?"

"Yes...I'm Ofelia," she answered. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Carter Ferall," I responded. "And this is Charlie Baudelaire."

"Sup, Ofelia," he grinned.

Spats looked uncomfortable and began to pull her to his side and walked away. I knew he liked her and I knew she was attracted to him. Ofelia looked back at me then turned her head to Spats. But what was so weird about that moment was it seemed to me like she was obligated to walk away...Though I ignored that thought and assumed she wanted to walk away. No girl, that Spats had been attracted to, has ever felt obligated to be with him. Or maybe they have and no one has noticed it...Either way, I continued to believe that she wasn't obligated and walked to the boats that took us to Hogwarts.

good! XD

Awesome !!!!!!!!

Napoleon felt so uncomfortable when Carter and I introduced ourselves. He did tell me he was the jealous type, back at the train...

Flashback, train ride to Hogwarts: "Hey, beautiful."

I looked up from the floor and saw an older, handsome guy. Mah face blushed just staring at his good looking features. Tall, tan, red headed, brown eyed, and had a wicked smile that makes me wanna melt. "Hi."

He sat on the seat in front of me and took mah hand, "The name's Spats...Napoleon Spats," and he kissed mah hand.

Nervous, I immediately pulled mah hand away and gave Napoleon a small smile, "Mah name's Ofelia Swanne-"

"Pleasure to meet you, Ofelia," he replied, flashing an even bigger smile. I felt out of place being around this guy...But then again, mah life was never a party...It was hell. There was something about this guy that made me feel like I should leave and sit somewhere else. I was hoping to sit next to that emo guy who stared at me earlier...He seemed nice. "Are you new here?"

"Yes, I'm from Beauxbatons...I had to transfer," I said quietly.

"Why did you transfer?"

I didn't want to answer and mah small smile disappeared. That information was personal and dangerous...I wanted to leave, but I couldn't move. For some strange reason, I had an urge to tell Napoleon mah big secret. "Don't worry," he spoke, holding mah hand, he kissed, "you can trust me."

What was it about the sweet look, on his face, that me wanna spill mah guts? "I'll tell you..."

Chapter 2: The Slythie Table

Charlie is in Slythie, I'm a Gryffie, but I've always sat with Charlie on the Slythie table. Spats is a Slythie...And, ironically, Ofelia was sorted into the Slythie house. Why didn't I see that coming?...All of my friends are in that house. I hardly have any friends at the Gryffie house; don't ask why because even I don't know why. I just have a charm with the Slythies. Ofelia didn't speak to anyone for awhile, she looked as though she sold her soul to devil or something. Spats looked as though he won the muggle lottery. Something weird is going on...

That's it, for now. Enjoy!
-Wednesday

Awesome !! You really need to keep this story going since it's uber awesome.

oooooohhhh secrets
i dont ussually like stories
about characters not in the book
but this is good

p.s how do u pronounce her name?

Thankies darling.

Thankies to you too. I choose to not write stories about the characters because everyone else is doing it. Not trying to be mean or anything to those who do that, but I want to be original and not follow the fad. Again, not trying to be mean. If you are offended, I'm so sorry This is how you pronounce Ofelia: O-fell-ia, does that help?

Okay, heres the continuation of chapter 2.

Ever ate with someone who's rude enough to chew with his/or her mouth open? I had for 7 years. Ever since my first year, in Hogwarts, I've sat through Napoleon not chewing with his mouth close. You'd think all the girls, he's dated and dumped, would teach him some table manners. I hope Ofelia teaches him manners because I can't stand seeing pieces of (badly) chewed mash-potatoes flying all over the place. For my sake, I hope to see some improvement. Why hasn't his parents thought to teach him some manners?...

"YO! Napoleon! Please close your mouth!" Charlie's my new hero...Unfortunately, Napoleon wasn't listen. I looked over to Ofelia and waited for her to say something, but she didn't say anything. She kept her head down and she ate, silently, without even acknowledging Charlie's plead. Say something...For the love of god! Anything!..."SPATS!"

"What's up with you Baudelaire?" he cried, making badly chew mash potatoes fly over to my plate.

"I know how you like to give a show to your friends, but please could you not give anymore shows?" Charlie said, in his own language (of wise choice of words).

Now, Napoleon didn't understand a word he said, because he has the IQ of 14 and he doesn't understand Charlie-latin. "Show? What show? I'm not giving a show."

I decided to jump in and save my friend from having to speak dumb-dumb. "He means close your mouth!"

"What if I don't want to?"

Oh my god! Someone please shoot him!..."Then prepare to lose points-

"Charlie! Don't! It's only the first two hours of our last year, don't screw it up." Not that I care for how many points Slythie loses, but I know Charlie doesn't want to beat the socks out of him. I looked over to Ofelia again, but only to find that she's gone. When she leave? Why didn't I notice her? How did she do that?...

"Your friend's wise," Napoleon stated to Charlie. "I'd listen to him if I were you."

I noticed he actually swallowed his food, which made me grin a little. I looked over to Charlie, only to find he's walking away from the table. Weird...

That's it for now, enjoy.
-Wednesday

thats awesome
i had to read it twice
dumb

Its cool
i like diffrent people better
like its a whole nother book

god i feeal stupid
i coulnt pronoucse
ofelia
how hard is that

New Reader!!!
Wow I love it!!!
I also like how you're being original way better than I could do
And I can totally feel for Carter (by the way like the name)
POSTY SOON
~Ashsun~

That's okay. When I first heard the name, I couldn't pronounce it right either. I kept say O-fe-lia not O-fell-ia. I'm can be a dumb brunette sometimes

Thanks for reading and thanks for complimenting the name.

I didn't know Carter can be used as a first name until I saw this movie called A Cinderella Story; one of the characters' names was Carter.

Okay here's the next addition to the FF:

I kept watching Charlie walk away, until I was certain that he was just heading to the Slythie common room. I didn't blame him because I would've left too. The way Spats was behaving was totally unacceptable, the way Ofelia was acting was just plain out of the ordinary. I looked at Spats and he was looking at Ofelia's empty seat, quite cluelessly.

"Where the hell did she go?" he asked me.

"I have no idea," I shrugged. I finally went back to eating and wondered if Charlie left the table to follow Ofelia. I mean, the girl is just freaky and it's driving me nuts. I hope that's what Charlie did because I want to know whats her deal. Why is she so quiet? Why does it seem like Spats is controlling her? I had to get some answers...

So why did I ask Spats? "What do think of Ofelia?"

Spats looked at me strangely and chuckled. "You mean Offie?" Offie? Did he just say Offie?..."I like her, she's cute."

That answer didn't really explain much, but then again Spats never explains anything. "I see you gave her a nickname already. Thinking of taking it to a different level?"

He should know what I mean..."that's for me to know and for you to find out, mah little man."

Spats has called me that ever since our first year in Hogwarts because I used to be the shortest kid in school. But, by the time I hit the age of 13, I grew taller. Now, I'm almost as tall as Spats and he still thinks of me as the little man. "So...Is that a yes?" I know I was being very snoopy and it was against everything I stand for, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

"Yes, dude. That's a yes."

Chapter 3: Charlie Snoops

The next day, I'm inching to know why Charlie left the table last night. Here I am, sitting on the Gryffie side of Transfiguration class, very anxiously. I looked around the class room and spotting this Gryffie girl staring at me, for a split second. After that split second, she looked at her notebook and started taking notes. She was sitting at the right side of my table; I've never seen her before. Just as she stared at me, a moment ago, I took a quick mental picture of her. She possessed straight blonde hair, hazel eyes, pale skin, and looked very fit. And she was distracting me from what I was originally thinking; I was very anxious to know what happened last night so I began to write a note to Charlie...

That's all folks!
-Wednesday

love it
cant wait for more

Hmm mysterious blondie

wonder who that could be

But also wondering whats up with Ofelia

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I loved the post Wednesday

POST SOOOOOOOOOON soon

~Ashsun~

NEW reader ..
awesome ....
like it dude ....... what is really up with ofelia..... i mean come on being a beauty having no attitude , people like her are hard to find these days ...
humm i kinda like the carter guy .. seems like the hero of the story .. the good concerned guy

Thanks *bows and blows kisses*

Thanks for reading.

Here's the continuation of Chapter 3:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ferall Dude! Why did you leave like that? Did something happen?

I balled up the note and threw it at Charlie; as I watched it land on his notebook, I saw Ofelia and Spats, sitting together. She looked sick and uncomfortable while he ran his hands through her curly hair, one thing that seemed interesting about it was her hands balled up into fists and she was clenching them, like she wanted to punch Spats. Weird...My thoughts were interrupted when a balled up piece of paper hit my head. I immediately opened it, knowing it from Charlie.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Baudelaire Sorry bout that. I left because that Ofelia girl was driving me nuts and I had to have a chat with her.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ferall Well? What happened? What did you say? What did she say?

I threw my reply back at him and continued to eye Ofelia's discomfort. I would do something about it, like say something to Spats, but I couldn't because our teacher, Professor DePaulo, has a problem with me. He's in Ravenclaw and, ever since my first year, he has always had it in for me. Don't ask why because I don't know why, I've always been a good kid. DePaulo would drop points off of me for anything, even for breathing. Now, DePaulo's giving the class his yearly lecture about Transifiguration and how it's important -blah blah blah; I'm tired, I'm staring at Ofelia, and I could feel that blondie staring at me again- Thankfully Charlie's reply came.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Baudelaire Here's what happened, I ran to catch up to her, she saw me and ran down the dungeon corridor. And this happened: Me: WAIT UP! Ofelia *she stops*: What? Me *I stop*: What the hell is up with you? Ofelia *feels insulted yet doesn't know what I'm talking about*: Excuse me? Me: I mean why are you so quiet? Why didn't you tell Spats to quit being such a prat? Ofelia *frowns*: I don't know...I just don't know... Me *frustrated*: What do you mean you don't know! Half the time, I forgot you existed because you were so quiet as hell! What is wrong with you? Ofelia *sighs and says nothing for a while, then leaves*

Leave it to Charlie to tell me what happened by writing a script.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ferall Okay...That's just weird.

As I threw the balled up paper back, I continue to sense the blondie's staring at me and the discomfort of Ofelia is driving me mad. I started to ball up my hands into fists and began to clench. Spats seemed to be enjoying himself, running his hand their her hair, embracing the softness of her beautiful, curly, brown hair; not knowing she's hating it. This blondie's staring at me, I just know it, I'm pretty sure of it! Ofelia's looking really sick, she un-balls one of her fists and pushed Spats' hand aside; but that didn't stop him, he just put his hand back in her hair. Her failed attempt made her frown and stare at the desk and he just smiled; this blonde girl is still staring at me, I just know it! All of this driving me nuts, I have to do something.

I jumped out of my chair and shouted at the blonde, who actually was staring at me, "WHAT!?" I walked to the desk where Spats and Ofelia and shouted, "Spats! If she doesn't want you to touch her, DON'T TOUCH HER!"

Everyone in the classroom were shocked by my outburst, Charlie looked scared of me, and DePaulo was appalled. Here it comes..."DETENTION!"

finnaly a post
i wish you would
post more
i really like this story

I agree with Hayle
But I love the post.
Still wondering bout Blondie
Please Post Soon
~Ashy~

Thanks to popular demand, I give my fans the next post a lot sooner! *yaaaaay*

The continuation:

"Detention?" I exclaimed at DePaulo. The class was still in shock, but the most shocked would have to be the blondie, Charlie, and Ofelia. Their lower jaws were dropped and their eyes have widened, I too am shocked because I'm known to be a very gentle and calm person. Okay, maybe not that calm - but I am gentle.

"Yes," DePaulo said, calmly. "Detention for disruption and passing notes!" How the heck did he know?... "By the way Mr. Baudelaire, you'll be receiving detention too-

"WHAT!" Charlie jumped out of his chair. "How could I get detention? A simple -" Oh my god "-10 points off of Slytherin-" Yep! Charlie's actually telling him "-would have been in order-" how to do his job!

"Excuse me? Are you questioning my authority?"

This is one of those rare moments where you witness Charlie, speechless. He's giving DePaulo a blank stare, beads of sweat are slowly falling from his fore head, his skin turns paler and paler, and his whole body is paralyzed. He's actually speechless. It could take him a couple minutes for him to come back to life.

"Charlie? Are you okay?" Did Ofelia actually say something?... She stood from her chair and tapped his shoulder, to check if he's still alive. Only he didn't respond, he was still paralyzed. "Professor, I think he needs to go to the hospital wing-

"Why are you caring for that idiot?" Of course, Spats just had to ruin the moment.

She looked at him and I could feel her growing very nervous, but that didn't stop her, she looked at DePaulo and said, "I think there's something wrong with Charlie. He's probably having a seizure."

DePaulo seemed somewhat concerned, but you can tell he didn't care. "I'm sure he's trying to fake his way out of detention, now Ms. Swanne please take a seat or I'll knock points."

"For what?!" I yelled. "She's just saying Charlie might have to see the nurse." I looked at him and he really did because his skin was so ghostly pale and I hadn't seen him move in the past 3 minutes, I was just as concerned as Ofelia.

"Are you questioning my authority? Mr. Ferall?"

Ofelia rolled her eyes and marched up to his desk. "He needs to see the friggin nurse! Can't you see how sick he looks?"

I was impressed, so impressed I marched up there too and stood by her. She had good point. Charlie needs to see the nurse and quickly too. "Why won't you my friend see the nurse? Quit acting like such an old git!"

Oh no I didn't!...Yes, I did!

"One week detention for the both of you!"

Enjoy!
-Wednesday

And the plot thickens. lolol!

As usual, your stories are filled with drama, suspense and lots of soap-opera-ness. xD

Much loves on the story, dear. Ofelia seems like an innocent girl. ... for now, Nessy. For now.

POST SOONIE DEARETH!

*much hugs* Maya

New reader!! I love your story! cant wait for more!!

I love new readers *huggles* Thanks for reading!

Here's the long awaited continuation...

Chapter 4: Detention

I'm late! I'm so late!...Everyone in Hogwarts knows what happened at Transfiguration class. He's gonna kill me!...The only problem is, everyone has heard the exaggerated version, thanks to Napoloen. As I recall, in his version, I slapped him on the face for touching Ofelia. I'm so late...I punched DePaulo for giving us detention and ran off to worship Salazar Slytherin, in the Chamber of Secrets. Why did I have to wake up late?...Those who heard the pack of lies are avoiding me, Gryffies who heard the pack of lies are starting to hate me. Oh crap! I forgot my tie...Charlie, finally out of the hospital wing after 24 hours of worrying, is trying to convince people that Napoloen told nothing but fibs and I'm hoping it works.

I'm running through the hallways, as we speak, because I'm 20 minutes late for detention. I over slept and I got a little lost because I ran into a wall that looked like a door (this is what happens if you don't get some coffee.) I never had detention with DePaulo before, the most damage he has done was drop points but never stooped so low to give me detention. Remember I said I've always been a good kid?...When I finally got to the right room, this time, I panicked because I was pretty sure he's heard the I over slept and I ran into a wall that looked like a door and that's I got lost excuse before. Heck, Napoloen uses those excuses all the time and he always gets detention for that. After a moment of panic, I sighed and slowly opened the door to DePaulo's Detention Room (why he has his own detention room, I have no idea. What does a teacher have to do to get his own detention room, I have no clue.) The inside was creepy, the window curtains were pulled all the way down and it made the room so dark, some candles were lit and dripping wax constantly, the desks had nothing but graffitti on them from past students, the walls had some graffitti on them as well, and the chalkboard looked as though it hasn't been washed in years. DePeaulo sat on his desk, reading the Daily Prophet, completely obivious to the fact that I had just entered the room.

"Professor?" I called, shakingly. "I'm here for detention."

He was still reading the newspaper and I thought he was ignoring me, but he wasn't..."Sit down and write lines..." he was multitasking.

I sat down on a desk at the right side on the room and pulled out my notebook. "W