I do not own Harry potter only my OC
"Careful, Careful!" Mr. Filtch directed house elves as they hauled a large rectangular parcel covered in a white drop cloths up the moving stairs. It was approximately six feet tall and four feet wide, "Alright, hold'er up" Filtch ordered as he climbed his step stool and hammered a nail into the wall and hooked the wire attached to the parcel to it. Lowering it to the wall the drop cloth hit the floor to reveal an oil portrait of a young woman of about mid-twenties, she had a mop of brown curls cut into a bob. Her blue dress was thin and beaded with a zig zag design with black and silver beads.
Her face was made up with heavy bronze eye shadow and thick coal, her lips where a dark maroon and her eye lashes where draped elegantly over her large chocolate brown eyes. In-between her fingers was a long cigarette holder. Her body was draped across a fancy red couch that curled up at the end. Her entire being projected an air of grace and elegance. On the golden plate attached to the picture frame dubbed her Bonnie May Millhouse, the daughter of the founder of the Madame Marie LaVeau School of Magic, James Millhouse.
The legend surrounding the portrait was Bonnie May was the most sought after lady in the French Quarter. Heiress to an immense Fortune, She had the best of all things, and was courted by nearly every eligible man in New Orleans. One day she accepted the proposal of Johnny DeFlore, A young man with promise, but suspected bootlegger in the days of Prohibition. This portrait was painted on the eve of her wedding, during the painting process, Johnny's lover stormed in, in a rage and cursed Bonnie to spend eternity within the painting.
Now the Painting was to hang in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts.
"How is our new arrival settling in Mr. Filtch?" Professor Dumbledore asked from behind him, "Still hasn't said a word Headmaster." Filtch replied, "Well I'm not surprised," the Headmaster sighed "So young, poor thing" He turned, "The students will be here in two days, we have much to do, but now it is time to rest." The two left. Leaving the Hall dark only lighted by the moonlight that shone through the stain glass windows.
The portraits chattered amongst themselves or slept with loud snores. The girl in the portrait sighed , and took a drag from her cigarette, "Well isn't this a fine kettle of fish we've gotten ourselves into ole' girl?" she muttered.
"Hello there." An elderly man from another painting entered her portrait, "May I?" Bonnie pulled her feet off the couch and patted the seat, "Ab-so-lute-ly" she popped each syllable in her signature 20's turn-a-phrase. He looked about 80ish in a Monk's rode and a long white beard. "It's been a while since we've had a new arrival, what might your name be?"
"The name's Bonnie May, You got a title?" she asked shaking his hand. "Nathanial Methuselah, Alchemist" she nodded, "So what are you in for?" she took another drag from the stick, "Pardon?" he said confused by her banter. "I mean are you cursed like myself or just you know, around?" she clarified. "just as you say "Around"" Bonnie snubbed out her Cigarette and sighed.
"So, not to be forward, but you couldn't happen to have and hooch 'roud here would ya?" he tilted his head a little, "you know, skee?" she offered with no response. "Belt?" she tried once more, "Giggle juice?"
"Oh you mean alcohol!" Nathanial announced with understanding, "Now you're on the trolley!" She smiled with a nod, "I'm afraid not young lady, "Bonnie's face fell, "Phooey" she muttered. The old man yawned, "Well miss, It's time for me to get some sleep and I suggest you follow suit." Bonnie bid him farewell and sighed, alone once more. "Well, I Guess it's not so bad, what daddy would say if he saw me sulking 'round here like a kicked pooch?" she perked herself up, "I just what the ole man would say, he's say, "Doll, you listen to me, there's only two things you need to know in this world, Know your onions and Never take no wooden nickels." "
She nodded to herself with conviction, determined to stay positive that someday someone would release her.
Sorry that it's so short but It's just a trial chapter tell me what you think.
Here's some translations for Bonnie's 1920's slang.
A fine kettle of fish = a fine mess
Hooch, skee, and Belt = alcohol
Now you're on the trolley=Now you get it!
Know your onions= know you stuff
Never take wooden nickels= don't do anything stupid.