"The queen fell down, dead. He backed up pulling the sword out of her, only to fall into the pool of blood, that was also his. As the sword sat in his chest still, the poisoned tip dripped of his blood, the blood of his queen and the poisonous liquid that had been put upon it. Just on the brick of the sweet release of pain, the doors to the room, to the young man, a friend. The dying sword impaled man, then declared, "I am justly kill'd with my own treachery" The man that had entered the room didn't say a word. He just walked close and looked in horror, as Laertes had laid in the poisoned pool of shared blood, the man spoke again, "I've fallen into the poison on my sword, that the king placed the same poison on "
"Amber! Get ready" Just then the muggle book, i had been reading, was ripped from my book and thrown to the other side of the room. I blinked a few moments, brought back to the real world, away from the enticing story I was so close to finishing.
I blinked and glanced at the girl in front of me, my sister. She was dressed up pretty, in a dark berry purple dress, with a flowery fringe at the neck. The sleeves hung gently around her elbows and the bottom of the dress pooled near her ankles. A golden sash ribbon wrapped around her waist above her hips, the slash was held up with a tiny flower pin, and around her neck on a golden chain was her sapphire colored crystal, the thing that aided her in controlling her metamorphosing.
Looked into her blue eyes they were full of glee, while my golden ones were in a sharp and expressed my irritation. I stood up, she didn't seem to expect it as she stepped back quickly and nearly toppled over.
"Ava! I was almost done! It was finally at the point where Hamlet gets confirmation that his uncle killed his father!" I pull at my long brown hair that nearly matched hers, as I held in my want to scream and lecture her, "I had two more pages" I whimpered in pure frustration.
"what on earth is so interesting about a muggle book?" She questioned with an eye roll, now waiting for my response she went on,with a gleeful tone, "you can finish it later, the party is going to start soon, mother wants us both ready"
I rolled my golden orbs, "it's not a real party, it's just a banquet. Happens every year, away for our parents, way of thanking the other pureblood house manors for donating money to new books for the schools, and remind everyone of the lost of our brother." I grumbled,sitting back on the couch, that sat in front of a large arched window, the window hand my small stack of old books,as I sank into the light teal green cushion , it gave the chance for Capone, my sugar glider, to crawl his way onto my lap and climb up my upper body, to get on my shoulder. And lay into the crook of my neck and shoulder his tail wrapped into my collar, so he could hang on.
"It's a party, and our chance to meet our professors!" My sister retorted, walking over to the wardrobe that sat in my bedroom, next to my desk, that had more books, open on the desk was a charms book, that had notes that I written in it. Opening the willow wood wardrobe she pulls out the grey rose dress that looked alike the dress she had on, the dress our mother instructed me to wear. The rusty, dull pink dress was laid on my bed along with the charcoal heeled shoes. "Now get dressed and proper looking, or I'll get mom up here" she ordered, as I had already gotten up walking towards my bed.
Rolling my eyes I motioned for her to leave, which she did, finally. Leaving me in my room, with the dress, and with Capone and Tinker my raven. The large dark grey bird, whom sat on his stand asleep. Quickly removing my blue-ish grey glider from my shoulder I set him on my desk, he sat there looking up at me, as I slipped into the dress. Alike my sisters it was long, covering in pretty white lining across the top part of the dress; it had a small trail behind it,giving off an exquisite feel to the atmosphere. The only difference it had from my sisters is its color, was a dull, faded, almost rust pink color, with a matching rusty robin egg blue strap that went around my waist. Looking at my hair, in the mirror that sat against the wall above my desk, it was currently a dark brown, with waves that started half way down and continued to end of my hair that went down to my mid back. Using my metamorphosing ability, it straightened up, I then tied into a loose pony tail, tied just a few inches from the end of my hair. With my bangs framing my glossy pale complexion staring back at me, with my symmetrical eyebrows slightly arched, they and my cleopatra like eyelashes framed my loudly wide walnut shaped eyeballs, where my golden orbs studied me, going over my dainty nose, that was perched atop of my Cupid's bow, that slide down to my orchid pink lips.
I was knocked out of my observation by a knock on the door. It wasn't my sister, as it didn't burst open. Raising my voice slightly I muttered the approval to enter. Walking in, one of the house elf's, that went by the name Poppy. She was dressed like the other elves that worked in the manor, with a nice deep blue button up shirt with gold buttons and a name tag on the left side of her chest. Unlike other house elves she (along with the others in the manor) had pants that matched, and for the most part were treated fairly well, most of them weren't nervous wrecks, like house elves seen in other homes. She walked in and looked at me, "your father has requested your presence in his office before you go down to the party." I nodded, holding my hand up towards Capone, he jumped forward spreading his little flaps, landing on my wrist, he crawled up to the top of my shoulder, as I walked out the door, holding onto the silver chain around my neck, that held a similar stone as my sister, but it was a soft blush pink, it alike my sisters helped me control my own metamorphosing, though I'm pretty sure they are just placebos, that bit my sister and I fell for it. Now they are just handy ways for our parents and strangers to tell us apart.
Once down the long, sleek and elegant hall way, to the spiral staircase that had a glowing hand rail, the stair case went up another floor, to where the house elves lived, and the top of our library, that was five stories along, with an observation deck at the top, there wasn't glass up there, but magic, that kept the outside out, and kept the library perfectly lit for those to read, or it could go pitch dark allowing whomever in there to see the stars, the staircase it went down two levels, the level I was currently on was where four large bedrooms, for each of us; or three rooms, one, as only four humans lived in the house, while the extra one room that has been untouched and unused, has been left alone for years, at the opposite side of the hall, opposite from the staircase was the third floor of the library. Going down the staircase, followed by Poppy, I went to the second floor, while she went down to the first floor. The second floor held the studies for each of my parents as well as special rooms, two for meetings with either of their coworkers at the ministry, and a two extra bedrooms, that weren't nearly as big as the ones above this floor, but big enough. Walking down the hallway I looked at the second floor of the library, the glass doors that went into there, the same pair of glass doors that match each entrance into it from the other floors, it was dark in there, hinting it was past dusk. Turning to a deep oak wood door, that was alike the other doors on this floor, with a golden knob, with a decorative 'R' carved into it. I gave a knock on the door, awaiting for the okay to enter.
"Come on in little Rose." The deep emotionless voice boomed, referring me by the second part of my first name, as always, through the door. Opening the door I walked in, seeing the deep brown leather couch that sat against the wall with a coffee table on each side, sitting on top of a large rug that had a large bird echoed into it. Turning and walking past the couch, I stood in the middle of the room. Next to the door where I came in sat a fireplace that was lit with and kept alive with magic. The other side of the room, the wall was of large windows that went from the floor up to the ceiling, they curved around to the other end of the room around a corner to the end of the wall. Sitting in front of the office sat an old large desk, that was organized with books, papers and a cup of what must've been grey tea, in front of the desk were two large brown leather seats that matched the couch behind me. While behind the desk sat my father, the man with dark blue eyes, behind a pair of glasses, and his nose was in the daily prophet, and a pipe in his right hand he was sitting in his office chair, that matched the desk. Setting the paper, he leaned back in his seat, studying me. As I studied him, his face was stone, strong and unemotional. He then gave a small smile the only kind of smile he seemed to do, as he got up and walked over till he looked over me.
"As I've told your sister, very important people are coming-" he started, but stopping as I raised a hand.
I already knew what he was going to say, what both he and my mother always instructed us, "keep a noble attitude; be proper, professional, ladylike, show intellectual power and wit, and don't dishonor the Ravenclaw name or family."
He raised a brow, "that wasn't very professional of you now was it?" I gave him a blank stare, "you'll be meeting your future peers down there, professors and a few students. Those people you'll be seeing everyday, as you leave by the end of the week. Learn of them, nothing more. No need to make relationships, friend or otherwise, doubtful any will be at the bar where we perch. They are all competition, I'll only accept outstanding grades, mentions and such."
"Is that all?" I questioned, with an eye roll already knowing everything. The same things he's been drilling into both my sister and I.
"Lady's don't roll their eyes." He advised, with a warning tone.
I could feel the smug smile play onto my face, as i looked at him, "Nor are they late. Yet, it'd appear both you and I are" Was my simple retort. With that he walked closer, and past me towards the door.
Opening the door, he looked back at me, "Come little Rose, we have a dinner to get too."