Chapter One: The Silver Script
The rain hit the pavement outside the leaky cauldron like millions of falling marbles. Even though it was morning it was still dark out. Emerald stared around the room through groggy eyes and yawned loudly. She checked the old wooden clock on her bedside table. It read 6:37am. Forcing herself from the cozy warm bed proved difficult, because she found herself lying back down after the first attempt. She pushed herself back up and she slipped down the side of the mattress onto the hard dusty floor. She opened her trunk and pulled out her new Hogwarts robes, collared shirt, sweater vest and skirt. This was her new wardrobe while she was at school. She sighed as she slipped off her soft pinstripe pajama pants, and gray camisole, and replaced them with her new attire. Edward snored loudly in the bed on the opposite side of the room. Emerald crept across the floor and shook Edwards shoulder. Edward just snorted loudly and rolled over. She knew that this was useless but persisted. Climbing onto the antique bed she shook him again. Edward lay still in a deep slumber. Finally after pulling his hair, pinching his nose, and shouting in his ear she pulled out her wand and yelled "Aguamenti!" A jet of clear cold water shot out of the tip of her wand and onto Edward's face. He spluttered and shot up.
"Wha?! Wha happened?! I'll get em'!" said Edward brandishing his wand in the air wildly.
"Ed, Ed! Everything is all right! It's time to get up!"
"Huh? What? Oh yeah right then. You just go down and order breakfast I'll be down in a bit."
Emerald nodded and headed for the door. Once she had slipped out she took one last peek to make sure Edward wasn't intending on going back asleep. Once she was sure he was true to his word, she closed the door and headed down the narrow carpeted hallway. This was not exactly a normal hallway. Brooms mops and dustbins floated in and out of rooms preparing them for the next guest. She wove her way around the various cleaning supplies and headed down the stairs. She saw once she had gotten there that Tom, the inn-keeper was serving a full bar. Apparently she was not the only Hogwarts student with the same idea. Black robed children of every age sat with their families eating a hot breakfast. A third year sitting near was staring at her. She then leaned across the table and in a hushed whisper she said "Mother, look at that girls eyes. I bet you all my galleons she is in Slytherin. Emerald blushed deeply in her porcelain cheeks and left in time to miss the sharp scold the child got from her mother. She strode quickly across the room acquiring a few more stares as she pondered. Finally spotting a small table by the window she hastened to it. She had a terrible feeling that the same rude staring people were glaring at her as if her eyes would pop right out of the back of her dark wavy hair. She made a point to stare out the window into the miserable weather as she seated herself in a hard wooden chair.
Emeralds eyes never went unnoticed. It was the shocking green color for which she got her name. Although she like their jewel like beauty, she hated people to draw attention to them. Emerald had always wished she could somehow keep them to her self. They were precious to her. The only thing left of her dear father.
"Emerald?" came a gentle voice. "Em, you okay? Why are you crying?" Edward was crouching beside her and moving a lock of hair away from her face.
It was not until now Emerald had noticed the salty warm tear rolling down her rosy cheek."I'm fine. I-I just yawned is all"
Edward raised an eyebrow but said nothing more about it. "So what's for breakfast?" said Edward in a slightly loud voice.
"Toast…tea."
"The usual then? " Edward was playfully disappointed.
"Yep, the usual" said Emerald making direct eye contact with Tom so he would take their order.
They ate and made small talk in-between bites and sips, until it was nearly time to leave for Kings Cross Station. The station her ticket via owl had directed her to board platform 9 3/4 . Emerald and Edward both ran upstairs to gather her things. While Edward shaved his scruffy cheeks and dabbed on his familiar cologne, emerald packed her belonging up in her suitcase. She neatly folded clothes, put her perfume bottle in a velvet drawstring bag, and shoved in her photo album. She set her dragon bone jewelry box next to a pair of rolled up socks and filled her tote bag of nessecary toiletries like toothpaste and soap. Emerald locked her trunk and hoisted her tote onto her shoulder and rolled toward the door. About halfway there she stepped on something. Under her shoe was a little black velvet box. She set down her tote and perched on her trunk to examine it.
"Surely someone's dropped it ." Emerald said to herself.
"Dropped what?"
Emerald jumped in fright, she had nearly forgotten about Edward. "This little box." She said holding it so he could see.
"What's inside it Em?"
Emerald slowly lifted the top. "I was just about to che-" Emerald cut off. It was not the gorgeous Emerald studded bracelet inside that stopped her. It was the Silver Script that was creeping across the silk lined lid.
"Emerald?" Edward said cautiously. "Em wha-?"
"It wrote something Ed!"
"What did?" asked Edward confused as ever.
"The box Ed! The box wrote something."
"What did it write?" Ed replied to her strange observation.
Emerald looked at Edward with wide green eyes. "Ed, it wrote my name it wrote 'Emerald Elagante '."