I still wonder if that dusty old sorting hat put me in the right house, even if it has been two years.
My name is Jane. Jane Taylor. An unusual name for one as dark as me, but my name none the less.
You are probably wondering who the hell I am. Where is Harry Potter? The story?
Well here it is, talking to you right now. I along with two others are the base of all of what happens to the boy who lived, just living in the background watching as he took all the fame.
Its not to bad an arrangement actually; I prefer to stay in the shadows and unnoticed but it WOULD be nice to show that stuck up old fool that I am the reason he is still walking this Earth.
Now enough with this nonsense, you will learn soon enough of the extremely important job given to us by professor Dumbledore himself. For now I leave for my studies alone.
A/NSam: What a bitch!
Antha: oh don't be so rude it is merely her lack of sleep. In the morning she'll be right as a feather.
Sam: BLAH! Sure she will, you just keep believing that sis. And anyway who says feathers are always correct?
Antha: I DO!
Sam: some one didn't take their stress pills this morning….!
Antha: (gives death glare)
Sam: (snickers) you are such a puff!
Antha: Oops! Sorry! You are still reading! Ummmmmm….. well sorry about that we uuh, well… we have arguments with each other…and you can just ignore them if you wish. To resume the story, just continue reading below!
Sam: see yah later
"Jane Taylor!"
A tall, cloaked figure stood up from her chair. Her long dark brown hair hung loosely down her back, and her cloak was garbed in yellow and black stripes on the hem and colour signifying her house.
She strode towards the desk, her strides long and graceful full of unspoken attitude.
Professor McGonagall held the rather large amount of papers up level with her desk with a levitation spell as she called out the other peoples' names.
With a quick glance at the red quill marks spread across her paper she deducted that she had received an 'o' grade in the 'fake' exam and quickly retrieved it; moving back to her seat.
Once all the other students in the class had all received their tests back professor McGonagall resumed informing them about the 'O-W-L' exams that they would be taking at the end of their fifth year.
Well then why the hell are we practicing them now? She scrutinized with a crinkled nose and rolled her eyes; keeping her thoughts to her self.
Whatever floats your boat professor, I just hope you know what your doing.
The bell rang; signifying the end of class.
Jane quickly packed her books neatly in her satchel and hurried off to the library; she paid no heed to the other students who raced around the corridors now free from classes for the rest of the day.
The library, as it always was at 5:10 in the afternoon, was full of students of all ages completing homework. All except for two students with their cloak hoods drawn over the back of their heads.
Jane continued towards them, and the coloured band around the collars of their cloaks became visible. Ravenclaw and Slytherine eh? Jane thought.
Taking a step closer, she parted her lips and spoke her thoughts aloud:
"Very fascinating indeed"
A sly grin spread across her face.
The two hooded figures turned their heads to look at the newcomer, and only their smiles could be seen from the shadows cast by the hood. The Ravenclaw dipped it's head politely and said "It is nice to see you again, Jane."