Black Rose
Thick ebony waves fell over slender shoulders like a waterfall, as sparkling midnight blue eyes gazed down at pale hands. Raven black flames grazed nimble finger tips. A long black gown graced her delicate figure, a slit crawling up one side to end at her thigh. A long nylon clad leg shown behind the slit. Thin black heels decorated her small feet. She was intoxicated by the exotic flames.
She was new in Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. She felt alone. At least she had Flour Delacour. They were exact opposites, yet best friends. Flour had mid-back straight white tendrils, and light sky blue eyes, where she had waist-length wavy black hair, and dark night-sky blue eyes. Flour was like day, and she was like night. But that didn't matter, they were bonded like sisters. With a sigh, she came out of her revelations. She had to go to the Great Hall.
With a poof, the dark flames disappeared, as if never there. Looking at her plain robe, she decided to change it first. Pulling out her cherry wood wand, she pointed it at the robes. Whispering "Declora Faan Seen," the robes began to change and shift. The black faded to midnight blue just below her breasts, and dark-silver stars flattered the smooth shiny fabric, now made of silk. A silver moon pendent held the robes together at her chest, between her breasts. With a smirk, she headed to the Great Hall. As soon as she walked in, silence engulfed the room. Chin held high, she strode over to Professor Dumbledore. A woman with a pinched face, and graying brown hair held tightly in a bun, with small round glasses, placed a wooden stool beside her. A ripped and patched hat lay in her hands. Prof. Dumbledore announced, "We have a new student in our midst. She will be joining 6th year. Her name is Rose Angilini, and she comes to us from Bauxbottons." Letting her eyes sweep over the room, her they connected with Flours. With a smile, Flour nonchalantly waved her manicured hand. Rose quickly nodded in return, with a nervous smile. She hated this. Going to a new school, with new people, and new professors.
Rose sat heavily upon the pine wood stool, as the rumpled hat was placed on her head. She heard its course voice in her mind. 'Well, well, what do we have hear? Or should I say, who?'
'Your brave like a Griffindor... but you have the rare loyalty of a Hufflepuff. But no.... your smart like a Ravenclaw... and tricky like a Slytherin. I think I shall put you with your friend Flour..' "Slytherin!!!" It shouted. Cheers were heard from the large table with a crude looking man with black hair and menacing black eyes. He wore a green badge with a snake on it, that said, Head of Slytherin.
Rose hurriedly scampered over to Flour, and slumped in the chair next to her. The two girls smiled and embraced, as the others watched on in awe, at the friendly exchange. Flour never hugged any one! Or even smiled that way! Like long lost sisters, the girls chattered and laughed, with childish excitement.