Extra Ordinary

by FaelwenofLothlorien

She'd never understand it but was it that bad that all she ever wanted to be was an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. Of course that could never happen when you're a witch with a dead mother and your father being Sirius Black, but with all the walls and pretenses up striving for that life. But will anyone ever know? Rating may change.

1. Prologue

Prologue:

Vague memories of my first year still echoed in my mind, though the clearest will always be my sorting. I was a hatstall, something I was always teased about that year. It took the sorting hat about 6 minutes to sort me, stuck between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Both my parents were Gryffindors, though the hat had contemplated putting my mother in Ravenclaw from the stories about her that I heard, and remembered. In fact, the sorting hat even told me that.

I remembered as soon as it touched my head it mentioned I was like my father, something I argued against. I couldn't be like my father, it was impossible, it said like him I was too stubborn… sharing his sense of bravery and loyalty, but then it also said that I had my mother's brains, leaving me with the equal decisions of those two houses.

No matter how much it wanted to put me in Gryffindor I argued against it, though it told me that I could probably do a lot in both houses it seemed to see me in those colours; red and gold.

Ultimately I ended up in Ravenclaw, and looking back on it I never regretted being a Ravenclaw. We were definitely and interesting bunch and the riddles to get into the common room really did help when you needed to think. They were definitely a good distraction, besides it was always interesting when you were locked out overnight.

Seriously, how many houses can boast that they see dancing cupcakes whenever they're in a state because of an awesome head of house? Or that the Grey Lady actually pays attention, let alone replies to any of the students… not that we tell them that.

Of course, we may be one of the quirkiest houses in the school, but why should that effect anything? It's that one thing, the higher tolerance I had for people that ended me in this house and was something I was proud of.

And now how couldn't I be as I sat holding the extra letter that was written for me and I smiled seeing the words written across it in the shimmering black ink.

I was the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, life couldn't be better!