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Feast of the innocence-
Another nameless face in the crowd. That's all I am. That's all I've wanted to be, till this summer.
Yitkah Raven. An elf, and a damn beautiful one if I might add. Slytherin 5th year. Floor length black billowing robes, Even Professor Snape had asked me where I got them, Floor length white priestess gown, Priestess' are chosen at their birth, and waist length blonde hair. Considering I am a regalia elf, standing nearly six foot and with my straight blonde hair, never leaving out the six braids and the beads with my status as well as my accomplishments, and my large jade green eyes, I should be someone who stands out. I've made a few friends, but there is no one who really knows me. Just my companionship shows anything of me.
Till this summer, that's all I've wanted to be. That's all I am. Another nameless face in the crowd.
My parents are from Legolas. Fitting, the popularity that name has gotten recently. The oldest Elvin city, Named after Legolas, the singular spirit of the fighter. Years ago, a human teenager walked in. No specific reason other than to see what was in the woods. A muggle boy, who practically lived with us for years, before wrighting of our stories of how the humans came to be. He felt he was wrighting a new bible. The rest of the world still make movies and worship him at sci-fi conventions.
I love sci-fi conventions. No one thinks of my pointed ears, or the garb of my birthright. Only of my creativity and the preciseness of my appearance. If they only knew...
The slytherin table is nearly full. I'm sitting between a girl who keeps giving me nasty glares for sitting to near her 'man' and a man named- 'Crab'? I don't know his name, nor the rest of him. Not a bad thing, really.
The speech begins.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, School of witchcraft and wizardry. Before we begin the sorting there is a few notices. Everyone please welcome our new music teacher, Jasmin Evans. Due to the rumor that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position is cursed, I would like to welcome back Remus Lupin. A notice was sent to all parents about this a month ago, And your parents have decided, as many of you know, That even as a werewolf, Professor Lupin is the best teacher we've had in years. With the tough times ahead, parents decided to allow Professor Lupin this position."
Oh. Were we supposed to clap?
"The forest is off limits to all students, as is the third floor on the right. Though we've , er, removed the reason, we've yet to find suitable accommodations for 'Fluffy'."
Fluffy?
"I will not lie to you. This year will be hard on us all. There is a chance that loved ones will be taken away after the rebirth of 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named.' For this reason, All heads of house have taken a course in counseling."
Counseling? I thought that's what they already were. The school council.
"Any notices will be delivered by the head of house, and please feel free to speak to your head of house if you receive one of these notices, or if you feel you simply need to get things off your chest. If you do not feel... Secure... speaking with your head of house,"
Why is he looking at our table?
"Please feel free to visit my office.
On to the sorting."
That was odd. I must ask what he meant by counseling.
The rest of the visit in the Great hall was interesting for lack of a better word. There never seems to be real food at the Feast of the innocence. That's what we call it. If your sorted into slytherin, you learn treachery from day one. After your first day, you've lost all of your childish naivety of innocence. Sad, really. I quickly eat an apple, which earned an odd look from the blond boy two seats down, 'Malfoy' I think his name is, and excuse myself to the slytherin commons. Professor Snape shoots me a distasteful look as I head out the door.
I sit in the commons and sketch. One thing I do rather well, if I say so myself. That blonde boy, for some odd reason, seems the first image that comes to mind. Most of the way through my sketch, the other slytherins pour through the door like a heard of sheep. I sit steady at the fire and continue my sketch till a sentence wafts past my ears.
"Very good, Lady Raven. Your skill is impressive." I turn to see him beaming over my shoulder. The same blond hair. "Thank you, Malfoy. Would you like to keep it?" He looks thoughtful for a moment before responding. "Actually, yes. Thank you." He says, trying to act impassive on the subject, but is not totally able to hide his enthusiasm.
"Students. Please listen." When did Professor Snape come in? "I have a few notices of my own." He did not continue till the room was silent. Which was immediate. " Rules this year are not to be broken. Though the dementours will not be- visiting this year, security will be rather high. No wandering in the halls after nine. The only reason you may break this is in an extreme emergency, such as fire, murder, or other things of similar sorts. No fighting in the hallways. Malfoy! This is important! No fighting! Even with Potter. There is a chance, If the Minister of magic chooses, That you may all be searched for the dark mark. If you have this mark, Please meet me immediately outside the Headmasters' office. If you do not offer this information willingly, It may be considered betrayal if found later. Please, Just use common sense this year. Malfoy, Raven, Please follow me." I nod and cork my ink closing my quill lightly in the cover of my notebook before following. We follow just into the hallway.
"Miss Raven, It is known to me that you can sense large losses in life. If you feel this, Please tell either me or Dumbledore immediately. This is merely a safety precaution, as I no longer am able to...never mind. If this gets to be too much for you, Please see me, Dumbledore, or Pomphrey. You will be excused from class if the burdon becomes too much for you or if you sense many deaths at once."
"Yes, Professor." I've dealt with feeling deaths only a few times prior to this. It has not affected me before, I see no reason it should now. "Thank you." Hey, I'm polite. "That will be all, Miss Raven." I turn to find the sanctuary in the commons when I see Professor Snape hand Malfoy a black envelope. The first notice. I hurry on to bed as quickly as possible, knowing that the blonde with a bad temper is going to explode. This is going to be an interesting year.
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Feast of the innocence-
Another nameless face in the crowd. That's all I am. That's all I've wanted to be, till this summer.
Yitkah Raven. An elf, and a damn beautiful one if I might add. Slytherin 5th year. Floor length black billowing robes, Even Professor Snape had asked me where I got them, Floor length white priestess gown, Priestess' are chosen at their birth, and waist length blonde hair. Considering I am a regalia elf, standing nearly six foot and with my straight blonde hair, never leaving out the six braids and the beads with my status as well as my accomplishments, and my large jade green eyes, I should be someone who stands out. I've made a few friends, but there is no one who really knows me. Just my companionship shows anything of me.
Till this summer, that's all I've wanted to be. That's all I am. Another nameless face in the crowd.
My parents are from Legolas. Fitting, the popularity that name has gotten recently. The oldest Elvin city, Named after Legolas, the singular spirit of the fighter. Years ago, a human teenager walked in. No specific reason other than to see what was in the woods. A muggle boy, who practically lived with us for years, before wrighting of our stories of how the humans came to be. He felt he was wrighting a new bible. The rest of the world still make movies and worship him at sci-fi conventions.
I love sci-fi conventions. No one thinks of my pointed ears, or the garb of my birthright. Only of my creativity and the preciseness of my appearance. If they only knew...
The slytherin table is nearly full. I'm sitting between a girl who keeps giving me nasty glares for sitting to near her 'man' and a man named- 'Crab'? I don't know his name, nor the rest of him. Not a bad thing, really.
The speech begins.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, School of witchcraft and wizardry. Before we begin the sorting there is a few notices. Everyone please welcome our new music teacher, Jasmin Evans. Due to the rumor that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position is cursed, I would like to welcome back Remus Lupin. A notice was sent to all parents about this a month ago, And your parents have decided, as many of you know, That even as a werewolf, Professor Lupin is the best teacher we've had in years. With the tough times ahead, parents decided to allow Professor Lupin this position."
Oh. Were we supposed to clap?
"The forest is off limits to all students, as is the third floor on the right. Though we've , er, removed the reason, we've yet to find suitable accommodations for 'Fluffy'."
Fluffy?
"I will not lie to you. This year will be hard on us all. There is a chance that loved ones will be taken away after the rebirth of 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named.' For this reason, All heads of house have taken a course in counseling."
Counseling? I thought that's what they already were. The school council.
"Any notices will be delivered by the head of house, and please feel free to speak to your head of house if you receive one of these notices, or if you feel you simply need to get things off your chest. If you do not feel... Secure... speaking with your head of house,"
Why is he looking at our table?
"Please feel free to visit my office.
On to the sorting."
That was odd. I must ask what he meant by counseling.
The rest of the visit in the Great hall was interesting for lack of a better word. There never seems to be real food at the Feast of the innocence. That's what we call it. If your sorted into slytherin, you learn treachery from day one. After your first day, you've lost all of your childish naivety of innocence. Sad, really. I quickly eat an apple, which earned an odd look from the blond boy two seats down, 'Malfoy' I think his name is, and excuse myself to the slytherin commons. Professor Snape shoots me a distasteful look as I head out the door.
I sit in the commons and sketch. One thing I do rather well, if I say so myself. That blonde boy, for some odd reason, seems the first image that comes to mind. Most of the way through my sketch, the other slytherins pour through the door like a heard of sheep. I sit steady at the fire and continue my sketch till a sentence wafts past my ears.
"Very good, Lady Raven. Your skill is impressive." I turn to see him beaming over my shoulder. The same blond hair. "Thank you, Malfoy. Would you like to keep it?" He looks thoughtful for a moment before responding. "Actually, yes. Thank you." He says, trying to act impassive on the subject, but is not totally able to hide his enthusiasm.
"Students. Please listen." When did Professor Snape come in? "I have a few notices of my own." He did not continue till the room was silent. Which was immediate. " Rules this year are not to be broken. Though the dementours will not be- visiting this year, security will be rather high. No wandering in the halls after nine. The only reason you may break this is in an extreme emergency, such as fire, murder, or other things of similar sorts. No fighting in the hallways. Malfoy! This is important! No fighting! Even with Potter. There is a chance, If the Minister of magic chooses, That you may all be searched for the dark mark. If you have this mark, Please meet me immediately outside the Headmasters' office. If you do not offer this information willingly, It may be considered betrayal if found later. Please, Just use common sense this year. Malfoy, Raven, Please follow me." I nod and cork my ink closing my quill lightly in the cover of my notebook before following. We follow just into the hallway.
"Miss Raven, It is known to me that you can sense large losses in life. If you feel this, Please tell either me or Dumbledore immediately. This is merely a safety precaution, as I no longer am able to...never mind. If this gets to be too much for you, Please see me, Dumbledore, or Pomphrey. You will be excused from class if the burdon becomes too much for you or if you sense many deaths at once."
"Yes, Professor." I've dealt with feeling deaths only a few times prior to this. It has not affected me before, I see no reason it should now. "Thank you." Hey, I'm polite. "That will be all, Miss Raven." I turn to find the sanctuary in the commons when I see Professor Snape hand Malfoy a black envelope. The first notice. I hurry on to bed as quickly as possible, knowing that the blonde with a bad temper is going to explode. This is going to be an interesting year.
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