Name: Chloe Alexander
Age: 18
Appearance: Long, wavy brown hair and gorgeous green eyes; 5' 8"; perfect figure; beautiful.
Ethnic background: Greek, yep, 100 % Greek
House: Mansion
Parents: Maximus and Katharine Alexander. Both are 40 and are half-bloods. Maximus used to be a pro Quidditch player and Katharine is a famous fashion designer.
Sibling{s}: Nora Alexander; she is 15 years old and goes to Hogwarts.
Pets: Odessa; she is a black lab and is 3 years old in human years.
Skills: Very artistic, very smart, very flexible, and very good at Quidditch.
Friends: Cho Chang, Ali Samari {black hair and blue eyes}, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and many more!
Ok...
You knew that something was up when your parents asked to speak to you in the Den.
"You know that you are around the age of marrying someone, right?" Your dad asked.
You nodded, and he continued.
"And you know that arranged marriages are still quite common in Greece?" You nodded again.
*Where's he going with this?*
"Well...Let's just say...We brought back the practice of arranged marriages with us from Greece."
"Ok..."
"And you know how we are friends with the Flint family, right?"
*Oh no, oh no, oh no!*
"We have arranged a marriage between Marcus Flint and you." Your mom burst out.
You just sat there, too shocked and confused to react.
"The Flint family are coming here for dinner tonight."
*Oh, great...They tell me that I am bethrothed, and then they throw this at me!?!*
"We suggest that you start getting ready, since they are coming at 5 and it is already 4." Your mom said. "And you have to wear a dress!" You just got up, glared at your mom, and walked up to your room.
What dress do you wear? 
Something else...
{With or without the bow {sp?}}
Whatever you picked, you looked great in. You applied some makeup, did your hair, and put on a pair of high heels.
The doorbell rang and soon, there standing in the doorway, was...*gulp*...The Flint family.
Mrs. Flint was wearing a really nice green dress, whilst her husband and son were wearing tuxxes.
Nora and you were just sitting at the table, quietly eating, but still confused about the whole situation, while Marcus, his parents and your parents, were having what seemed like a wonderful conversation.
"I still cannot believe that they are to be wed!" Mrs. Flint giggled.
"I know! And talk about a perfect couple!" Your mom said.
*What!?! Marcus and I are not a couple!*
"Oh, right, and that reminds me!" Mr. Flint spoke. "Since they are to be wed, then we have all helped to buy an engagement ring!" Mr. Flint took out a box and handed it to Marcus {a.k.a Flint}.
"Give it to her!" You heard Mr. Flint snap in his son's ear. Flint jumped, and gave you the small box.
You opened it...
"WOW! IT'S....WOW!" You burst out saying. You examined the ring. It had a green diamond in the middle of a golden fingerband. You put it on your fourth finger of your left hand.
The rest of the meal went by slowly. "May I be excused?" You asked, politely.
"Of course you can! Oh, but you have to bring Marcus with you!" Your mom said, as she giggled again.
You walked down the hallway, with Flint at your side. "Wait up, you're walking too fast!" Flint said.
"Well, then catch up to me!" You said, not even looking at him.
You got outside and headed to the 'Quidditch shed.'
You got your Nimbus 2003 out and were about to hop on, when you noticed Flint just standing there.
"UGH! Here!" You threw Flint another broomstick {Nimbus 2002 might I add}, and amazingly, he caught it.
*Wow, great reflexes...Wait!?! WHAT AM I THINKING!?! Nevermind!*
You got out a quaffle, and kicked off the ground once you had gotten onto the broom. Flint followed.
You took out your wand, and muttered a spell. A quidditch pitch appeared out of nowhere, and you blew the tip of your wand.
Flint smirked evilly at you.
"I am going to beat you this time!" You shouted.
You flew down the Quidditch pitch at full speed. There were two more minutes to go, and Slytherin was winning 100-90.
You flew as fast as you could with the Quaffel in hand.
You were about to throw the Quaffel into the 20-point ring, when something out of nowhere, hit your broomstick. You were hanging for dear life onto the broomstick.
"SLYTHERIN WINS THE MATCH!" You heard someone yell. You got onto your broom, and saw Flint smirking at you.
"Yes I will."
"If I win, then you have to admit that you were the one who who made my team and I lose the match!" {By the way, Flint never admitted to causing you to lose the match}.
"Deal. If I win, then you have to kiss me AND you have to wear the engagement ring in public." You always knew that Flint had a crush on you, and now you had proof, but you still weren't going to kiss him AND you were so not going to wear the engagement ring in public, so you had to win.
*I have to win!*
Rest in results--->
You flew with the Quaffel passed Flint and threw it, aiming for the 10-point hoop. You have no idea how, but the Quaffel didn't go into the hoop.
You stared in awe for quite some time. You heard a ding from behind you.
*Uh, oh.*
"I win!" A voice said behind you. "Now, your part of the deal.
I hope that you enjoyed it, thanks for reading, please rate and message, and if you have any ideas, suggestions, or constructive critism, feel free to message me!
~Kara
By the way, this is your house:
This is the engagement ring:
