A/N This is my fic. Marvel at the greatness, or the lack thereof. I'm completely revising this, so please enjoy! If you are reading this know that I will love you if you review! This does take place in the time of the Marauders, FYI.
Disclaimer: What kind of morons do I have to take you for? This one is DARN obvious, darn obvious. I don't own the setting and any of the characters I have used from Harry Potter. The OCs are mine, ALL mine. HAHAHA!!!
Nothing Endures But Change
By marzoog
Prologue
Marissa Irvine, a little girl of eleven, stood in front of the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten at King's Cross Station. She carried a small trunk, smaller than most, and there were no squawking owls or disappearing toads in her hands; a book was there instead. She was bareheaded. Her hair, a million shades of brown, was done in a neat ponytail at the bottom of her head. It hung straight down, like a stick put on her back. Her clothes were a simple ice-blue blouse, and a pair of jeans. The jeans were ill fitting, for the little girl was somewhat pudgy. She wore a pensive look on her face. Like she was facing something she'd rather not, or not getting to face something she did.
Marissa no longer felt like getting ridiculed, or laughed at, by people whom she asked the location of her destination: Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Her face must have plainly given her apprehension away as a kind, but young, voice asked her
"Are you looking for the Hogwarts Express?"
"Yes!" Marissa exclaimed, her face brightening up, "How did you know?"
"I could see the look you were giving the barrier, you looked like you wanted to punch it. My mom and dad say all you have to do is walk through it."
Marissa's face brightened more at hearing these words as she turned around to face her newfound helper. She was clearly her own age, but her face was longer and thinner. The girl's brown hair fell in light waves, and dark lashes surrounded her brown eyes. She was slightly taller, Marissa noticed, as she walked towards her.
"Thanks so much. My name's Marissa Irvine. I'm going into my First Year, so I don't know anything about Hogwarts."
"I'm Tabitha Spain, some of my friends call me Tabby. I'm in First Year too. My dad went to Hogwarts, and so did most of my friend's parents, so I know some things about it."
Marissa could see that no parents were with the girl, so they pulled their trunks; Tabitha's was bigger than hers so she needed a trolley, to the barrier. Marissa gulped.
"Well this is it."
"Yep," admonished Tabitha, "it is. Don't worry, it won't kill you."
Marissa sprung through the barrier and found herself running into a boy who seemed as if he shampooed himself with grease.
'Hey, watch the robes. They're new." He said lowly, but spitefully.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been in the way." Marissa muttered under her breath as he strode away.
"What was that?" came Tabitha's voice from behind her
"I don't know. Some git knocked into me. Idiot." Marissa scoffed at the boy, even though he had gone.
"Well we better find a compartment I guess. I don't know whether Ellie has already come and saved one for us yet. You can come with me if you like."
"Who's Ellie? And of course I'm coming with you, I have nowhere else to go." That seem to settle that Marissa and Tabitha were going to be friends, and Marissa knew it.
"Ellie is one of the other girls from my Primary school who is going to Hogwarts. Let's see, who else said they were going? Oh, Alex said she was, and I think Janice is, this girl I just meet who moved by me called Lauren and I'm pretty sure other Ellie said she was going to as well."
"Other Ellie?"
"Well there's Ellie Miller, and Ellie Nutgall."
"I see…"
"Yes." Tabitha's face light up in a weird, sort of insane smile, that made Marissa's eyebrows lift.
"Come on…"Tabitha gestured to Marissa, "Let's go before it pulls out."
"UGH!" Marissa screeched as she bumped into someone else. A girl her own age was standing there. With shoulder length dark brown hair, and huge luminescent brown eyes, she seemed very nice. Her legs and body were a stick, even skinner than Tabitha, but her face showed the last signs of childlike pudginess.
"Hey, " said Tabitha, "I know you!"
"Yeah!" The girl replied eagerly, "You're the girl who lives a block down from me!"
"I met you once, didn't I? I think we were both down at the News Agent and I was going to say hi, but you ran off."
"Yeah…I'm sorry. I felt guilty about that afterwards, but I had to run down and get my brother's medication, so I had to be quick."
"That's ok. Come on with us, you can meet my friends who are going here. I'm Tabitha by the way. This is Marissa."
"Mari to my friends," said Mari not knowing why but liking the nickname immediately, "which you are one of now." She smiled. The girl smiled.
"I'm Lauren Johnson." She said.
"Nice to meet ya!" Was Mari's odd impression of those old American Muggle Movies as she stuck out her hand and shook Lauren's.
Marissa, Lauren and Tabitha looked through just about every compartment, and had almost gotten killed by the blowing up of a cake in a compartment with four boys, all mischievous looks on their faces (A/N three guesses who!), before they found the compartment where Tabitha's friends were.
Ellie was taller then Tabitha by a few inches, Her light blue eyes were critical of everything, but still nice at the same time. She was much more obese than Mari, and was very pudgy. Her chestnut hair went down almost to her shoulders, and the bangs above her eyebrows framed her glasses. The dominance of her presence seemed to be of sure conviction and disregard for what other people thought of her.
Alex was in every way opposite of Ellie. She was slightly shorter than Mari, making her the shortest of them all, and her thin features and light brown hair that went down past her shoulders made her look, as Barry James described it in the future, like a turtle. She was pretty though, more in a cute sort of way. The eyes under her glasses were as light blue as Ellie's, but they lacked the critical look. She seemed like a person who needed friends to support her, but helped support them at the same time,
Mari greeted them a little uncertainly. Tabitha seemed at perfect ease, but Mari and Lauren weren't. This feeling ended immediately, at least for Mari, when Alex smiled and asked them where they were from. Mari's rare, and slow occurring, smile popped out, making her otherwise plain and too plump futures look pretty. Lauren's eyes, however, suggested that she was not. It took a while before the uneasy look died away.
It wasn't until several minutes of chatting with these two, Ellie seemed to have a lot to tell them about her summer, that Tabitha asked them
"Hey, where's the TQ?"
Alex laughed at Mari and Lauren's puzzled looks.
"Ellie Nutgall." She explained.
"Oh!" Mari now understood, wondering at the absurd nickname. Lauren raised her eyebrows in curiosity.
"She's another one of our friends who went to our Primary school." Alex explained.
"Yeah, her real name is Ellie, so we call her TQ to distinguish between her and Me." was Ellie's cryptic explanation.
"Why TQ?" Queried Lauren
"Tyrannical Queen. She pushed these boys out of our seats on the bus that she was saving for us. Gave Barry quite a fright too!" Alex explained further on, laughing at the memory
"I see…"Said Lauren, her face thoughtful.
"So what house do you guys want to be in?" Tabitha started up the inquiry.
"Ravenclaw." Promptly answered Ellie, "All my family has been in there for ages."
"I don't know…I think I'd like any house except Slytherin, but I'd like to be with you guys." Was Alex's answer.
"I don't know much about the houses," confessed Mari, "but I don't like the sound of Slytherin."
"My mom was in Hufflepuff, but I don't know if I'd like it there." Said Lauren
"I think I'd like Ravenclaw," Tabitha gave her answer, "My dad was in there, and he was Head Boy." At that Tabitha went on to tell how her father had been both Head Boy and a Quidditch captain. She wasn't bragging, she was making fun of her dad. (That is actually based off of one of friends dad and she DID make fun of him, it was very funny. This fic is really a parody of my life!)
It was highly enjoyable to hear about, and then a stout witch with gray hair came along, asking if they wanted any sweets. Mari decided to try a chocolate frog and a Pumpkin Pasty. The witch told her if she wanted to more just to go find her in the other compartments.
Soon TQ joined them. She was tall for being as skinny as she was. Her very dark brown, long hair was pulled back in a swinging ponytail. Her pale face had some freckles. Her bright green eyes were illuminated, it seemed, in the center by emeralds. She also proved to be very well read in Muggle novels. Mari, Tabitha, and TQ had a wonderful discourse on the Little Women series. (A favorite of Mari's, but not so well liked by Tabitha or TQ)
Mari had loved the pasty so much she deiced to go and find some more. She bade a short goodbye to her newfound best friends and walked out of the compartment, the last topic being whether You-Know-Who (and Mari found she DIDN'T know who) was going to do any damage to the Wizarding world. Mari stalked down the corridor to the next compartment, staring out of the windows she could see, when, for the third time that day, she bumped into someone.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" an extremely annoyed Scottish voice sounded. Mari looked up to see a very cute boy who could have been around her age, or slightly older. He had a mocking look in his brown eyes, and he seemed to have many skins of personality to molt off. For the rest he was about as "dreamy" (Mari detested that expression, but had to use it anyway for lack of something better) as they come.
"Sorry, but maybe you shouldn't have been in my way." Mari was in no way going to give in to this rude, but dreamy, boy.
"Your way! Maybe you should have looked where you were going!"
"Well, maybe if you would just get out of my way now, because I've bumped into three people today already and I'm starting to get mad."
"Three people! Three people! Maybe that should tell you something about yourself: you need to look where you are going!" said the boy maliciously, to get a rise out of Mari. The rest of the compartment was staring.
"Well, at least I have the decency to apologize!" Mari shot back, almost screaming. This boy was so infuriating!
"Oh, but not to admit you were wrong?"
"Yes…but you haven't even apologized! Now just move of my way!" Mari didn't yell it, but there was malice in her voice that made it worse than if she had screamed her lungs out.
"Fine", said the boy through gritted teeth, mad he hadn't managed to get as much of a rise as he wanted out of her, "Go ahead."
"Thank you." Mari hung her head after the embarrassing scene, she didn't meet the eye of the people in the compartment as she walked on to find the sweet cart.
Mari went ahead and bought her pasty, but only half-enjoyed it. The bitterness of that fight had ruined her pasty; She looked out the window as the others chatted on for a few minutes, when more people burst into the compartment.
"Lookie who I have here, dears, new recruits. " Said a tall girl with long, curly black hair and slightly brown skin. Her brown eyes were big and kind.
At her side her two other girls. One was taller than her and had straight black hair just past her shoulders, and the other was slightly shorter with almost black hair, done in a sloppy half pony, and brown eyes that were surrounded by a speckling of freckles.
"Ah, well done Janice." Ellie addressed the first girl.
"Hi, I'm Alex, this dunce is Ellie, the spaced out one is Tabitha, that one over there is Lauren, the one who has a tail of hair is Ellie, but we call her TQ and that one moping in the corner looking out of the window is Mari."
"Hey!" Mari registered her protest, "I'm NOT moping."
"Sure you aren't…" Ellie's sarcasm was evident, it almost got on Mari's nerves.
"I'm Janice." Said the first girl shaking Mari's hand, then Lauren's
"I'm Chat" The tall girl waved
"I'm Emily Cosby." The freckled girl made no gesture. She merely stared with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn't look haughty, only lost. She just didn't seem happy.
Mari continued to wonder about Emily as she talked to Janice and Ellie. They were a very funny duo, and very entertaining. Mari could hardly get in a word edgewise, and this annoyed her, but she was too tired to protest. Mari laughed with them and gave up getting her word in edgewise. Then Alex looked at her watch and pronounced
"We only have about a half and hour left, so I think that we should get in our robes."
Sure enough the driver of the train gave a Thirty-minute warning a few seconds later and the cabin dissolved in laughter.
As they approached Hogwarts, Mari started feeling a little anxious. What if she wasn't in the same house as all of her new friends? What if she had to be a loner like she had been and these were her last minutes of possible friendship? What if she hated this school? What if it was all a joke and everyone would laugh at her. She crunched her hands under the seat, hoping to distract herself from such thoughts.
Soon the train was screeching to a halt. Mari stuck her head out for a view of her new home. Its tall towers and gothic building style seemed to suggest that it was a fairytale castle, and Mari held her breath.
"First time, ey? Said a cynical voice going out into the mass of people
"Yes, as a matter of fact." Mari retorted rather primly
"First Years! First Years over here!" A loud rumbling voice said.
Mari climbed into a boat with Lauren, Tabitha and Emily. She saw that in one of the boats a little boy was leaning over and reaching out, in consequence he fell into the lake. He appeared to be chasing the toad Mari could see jumping out over the lake.
"Steady there Frank." Said the booming voice belonging to a large gruff man, who was the biggest Mari had ever seen.
Mari laughed although feeling sorry for "Frank". She hid her face as she saw the boy whom she had collided with on the train. So he was a First Year… She could also see those four boys with the exploding cake huddling together, probably planning a prank no doubt.
Mari's attention was brought to back to her own boat when Lauren said
"Gee, Mari, you look spaced out. Are you worried or something? Alex said her mom told her those rumors about having to face a troll are lies."
"Whoever said that?"
"This guy I met at the Platform. He said that he always pitied First Years because of it. He said that half of them who go get killed."
"That's nonsense, and you know it. Probably the guy was trying to scare you. So…if not a troll than what do we have to face?"
"A hat." Answered Tabitha, for some reason solemn.
"A hat? Why should we worry about a hat?"
"Because, my dad says, it can see into your head. It can read your thoughts." Tabitha shuddered; she obviously didn't like the idea.
"Why would you mind that?"
"Well…I wouldn't want anyone to know what I think. Thoughts are supposed to be private, and I suppose I have some I wouldn't want any thing, including a dumb little hat, to know."
"That makes sense." Mari acknowledged. 'I suppose I wouldn't it know some of my thoughts either, but its not like it will tell."
"True, that's the good thing about it being a hat, and not a person."
"So…shall we move on to a less philosophical subject, like you telling us what each house is like. Please?"
"Yeah…my sister goes here, but she hasn't said much about the houses." Emily piped in. Mari noticed she was getting less and less quiet. Mari took this as a good sign.
"Well…Gryffindors are the brave ones, Ravenclaws are smart, Hufflepuffs are the nice, but stupid ones, and Slytherin are the evil ones." Tabitha made a fake cross with her hands.
"So I take it we don't want to be in Slytherin?" asked Emily sarcastically
"Nope…I take it not." Mari wisecracked.
As Mari stood in the Entrance Hall, she noticed the Pasty boy again.
"Quick, hide me. I knocked into that boy over there and we had a big row."
Janice and Chat complied and Mari, being much shorter than they, was perfectly hidden from the "Pasty" boy.
"SO, Mari, " Chirped up Ellie, "I want to know all the gory details. Tell all." She urged
"We're about to get sorted and all you can think about is my having a row with an idiot on the train!"
"A cute idiot" TQ chimed in after having a good look at him.
"So what, let's get sorted then you can tease me about having a row with that idiot."
'Fine, that must have been what you were moping about!" said Ellie, and Mari knew she wouldn't let it go until she had Mari confessing her love to "that idiot". Not a pleasant thought at all.
"I WAS NOT MOPING!" Mari was getting mad, and Ellie enjoyed making her mad. It seemed everyone did.
But a simmering silence in the hall brought conversation to a close, as well as teasing.
"Welcome to Hogwarts" said a voice from the stairs. A stately woman in her late thirties was standing there, "I am Professor Mc Gonagall. I am the Deputy Headmistress of this school, as well as Head of Gryffindor House. The houses in this school are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. You will be sorted into your house right now with the Sorting Ceremony. The Sorting Ceremony is an age-old ritual and I will not have you creating a disturbance. Is that clear?" Her gaze lingered on the group of boys with the exploding cake, and then she continued. "Once we are all in the Great Hall I will explain the details of the ceremony." At this she herded the new First Years along into the Great Hall.
Mari had never seen anything like the Great Hall. Its ceiling seemed transparent, and four, extremely long, tables lined the room.
Mari shuddered. She seemed to be standing still. All she could see was the face of a red haired girl looking longingly at a boy with messy dark brown hair. This image faded out and she could see girl fainting on the table. This girl had long nut-brown hair, and glasses. She looked pale. She too faded out of Mari's sight. Then Dumbledore, his face pale and drawn, was quietly telling his students something that unnerved him. Lastly she saw a tall, blond, girl collapsed on the floor, a little trail of blood came from her head….
Mari snapped out of it. Surely that was just daydream? But now…and it had seemed so real…Mari's head was shaken out of her "day dream" by a shrill voice, which Mari realized with a jolt belonged to Professor Mc Gonagall.
"Please make a single filed line" All the overly nervous First Years complied, "And when I call your name sit on the stool and place the hat on your head." Mc Gonagall placed an old ratty hat on the stool, and immediately it began to recite a poem.
A long time agoIn a place no so far away
The Greatest wizards of the age
Created a place for magic to stay
And be taught, rather than caged
In a good old fashion way
Four houses,
Named from them,
For Hufflepuff from the valley
For Slytherin from fen
For Gryffindor from the north moor
And Ravenclaw from glen.
Now each must know where they belong
And so I sing this little song
I know where you should be
So just put it on and try me.
If you prize brains above the rest
Then you will give me not much test
For in Ravenclaw you shall be
But if you like to see bravery
Than give Gryffindor a try
If loyalty is a welcome tie
Then Hufflepuff it shall be
If cunning you have and power you like to take
Then you belong in the house of the snake.
Please don't be afraid
For I shall hurt you not
I will find your cage
So you won't be caught.
Now is the end of this little song,
All you have to do is try me on!
Mari, as well as most of the First Years, gawked at the hat. A hat had actually sung! How weird was that! This Wizarding world was certainly different than the one she had left behind. Maybe that was a good thing, thought Mari.
"Abier, Tanya," was the first name Mc Gonagall's shrill voice shouted out. The hat sat a minute on top of Tanya's head and then shouted "Hufflepuff!"
"Black, Sirius" was one of the four boys with the exploding cake, and, despite his name, no one had ever looked less serious about the sorting. It took one second, that in which Sirius put the hat on his head, for it to pronounce him a "Gryffindor!"
"Brandon, John", a tall, skinny boy with a round, cheery face, went up before the hat and within thirty seconds was pronounced a "Gryffindor!"
With "Butcher, Jenny", a small, stick like girl with gold hair, it only took five seconds for the hat to hand her over to "Hufflepuff!"
Several kids were assigned their houses before it was Janice's turn. Her face turned slightly grim, but she walked up determinedly and sat down. The hat took about twenty seconds to yell out "Ravenclaw!" and Janice sat down, looking relieved.
Then, after one more First Year, it was Emily's turn. Her face was set, and Mari gave her a small pat on the back and a smile.
The hat took longer than it had on anyone else with Emily. Her face looked tense, like a struggle for life or death; finally she smiled as the hat yelled "Ravenclaw!" into the Great Hall.
The Cs finished up and then on to the Ds. Mari was counting the letters to her own. "Dereks, Phillip" was made a Hufflepuff, and "Doven, Jim," took his place in Hufflepuff. Finally "Dropper, Jason" was made a Ravenclaw.
The Es whizzed by and Chat was next. The hat pondered on her for a second, seemingly to make a hard decision, and then decided, with a great shout, that she was to be a "Ravenclaw!"
After the other Fs were sorted "Gewstone, Andrew" was made a Ravenclaw, and his glee at it was obvious.
"Glass, Kate" became a Hufflepuff and didn't look too happy about it. She slowly sat down with Tanya.
Mari almost turned sick as the other Gs and Hs speed by and the Is were underway.
"Irvine, Marissa", at the sound of her own name Mari held her head high. She walked proudly and stared everyone from Pasty boy to the Head boy in the eye. She would not be afraid of a hat. Only Mari knew it wasn't the hat that mattered, but the future coming from what the hat decided.
"Well….interesting….I think you are the most interesting person I've ever had to decide for Mari Irvine. You seem to lack nothing for the qualities in any of the houses… you have courage, loyalty, brains and cunning…
"Talk about boosting my ego" thought Mari, "Freud would be proud."
"Ah, but I was not kidding Ms. Irvine. I think you are so very interesting to place because so much will depend on where you are to your future. I can see four paths. All look mud-trodden and long and hard, but there is one that will lead you to happiness, two to sorrow, and one to greatness. Which one would you choose Ms. Irvine?"
"HAPPINESS! I would choose happiness…." Mari thought violently, not noticing her vice like grip on the rim of the hat.
"Well Mari Irvine, you have chosen wisely, but I'm warning mud is down this path more than others, it will take longer to get through the storm. But in the end there is much more sunshine. You have made your choice Mari Irvine, but will you stick to it…this is your last chance….no backing out now….
"I WON'T!!!" Mari shouted in her mind, unaware she was almost shouting it out loud, and the result was a piercing grunt that sounded like a deaf person's.
"Well then Mari Irvine, I bid you goodbye and good luck. I now know you ought to end up in….RAVENCLAW!" The last word was shouted out to the hall, and Mari took her seat next to Chat.
"My God girl," Janice said, "You sounded like a mad woman!"
"Did I really?"
"Oh, I'm sure they would love to have sent you to a mental asylum dearie." Chat joked.
"Oh, really now…" Mari laughed and the next person to be sorted cut off further conversation.
"Johnson, Lauren."
It was Lauren's turn and you could see her shaking from where Mari was. Mari smiled up at her, hoping to install some confidence, but Lauren put the hat on with a worried frown.
After only a little deliberation the hat relieved Mari by allowing Lauren to go sit with her. Mari was very pleased to have her sit down next to herself.
"Katton, Jack" became a triumphant Hufflepuff as he sat down next to Barry.
Alex looked like she was sick in the stomach as she walked over to the hat. It pondered over her for a very long time. Finally it gave the yell of "Ravenclaw!" Alex looked very pleased with herself and went and sat down at the Ravenclaw table with every one else.
A new Slytherin, "Macnair, John" followed and then "Mc Greg, Peter" was called out.
Mari stared in shock. There was Pasty boy. And darn it, he had become a Ravenclaw. Mari hated the thought of actually having a lot of classes with him, or having to see him in the common room. No….her mind pleaded. But there was nothing she could do. Peter Mc Greg was now a Ravenclaw, and his face looked in shocked dislike to Mari's when he passed her and sat down at the Ravenclaw table.
Mari stared in shock for a while and at last, it was Ellie's turn. She sat down eagerly, no trace of fear on her face.
"Ravenclaw!" was the immediate, if not bored, call of the hat.
Several more people and TQ was up. Her face looked pensive, but the sunshine of relief was apparent on her face as she took her seat next to Lauren. 'Nyehearter, Laura" became a Hufflepuff, several more people and then "Pettigrew, Peter" became a Gryffindor, followed by "Potter, James", as they sat down next to Sirius and "Lupin, Remus".
"Roberts, Anne" went to the hat, meeting it with a slightly nervous frown. Mari could not have told you why she knew instantly that that girl was not any ordinary one for anything. But she still thought it as Mari welcomed her to the chair beside her. Anne's gray eyes still looked slightly nervous behind her black lashes and she was pulling on her short blond hair nervously.
Anne looked she would have liked to start up a conversation ,but McGonagall's voice proved too loud to talk over.
Finally after "Rent, Alex", Tabitha came up to the chair. She met it dubiously, not pleased at the prospect of a hat seeing her thoughts. She came and sat down next to Mari after the hat's two second deliberation.
After stuffing herself with chicken, vegetables, Pumpkin juice, pie, and many more things Mari was excited to hear a Prefect call out.
"First year Ravenclaws, this way!"
Mari blindly followed her friends, who were following the Prefect. They stopped in front of a Portrait of an old lady with a bird on her arm. Mari hence referred to her as "the Bird Lady."
"The password for now is Virgo." And with that the Prefect opened the Portrait and lead them into a royal blue room, the fire being the only crimson streak in it, and addressed the First Years again.
"The girl's dormitories are on the right, boy's on the left." He pointed to the two stone staircases.
Mari trudged up the girl's staircase first.
"Come on." She beckoned, wanting to get as far away from Peter Mc Greg as possible.
When she arrived at a door marked First Years, she opened it. There were five, four-poster, beds. Each had a blue canopy and blue sheets. On each one of the beds there was a name, written on a bit of parchment.
The two beds closest to the door were designated to Tabitha and TQ. Anne's was by the bathroom, next to TQ, and Lauren's across from hers, on the same side as Tabitha. Mari's was in between Tabitha and Lauren, right next to a window. For this she was grateful, she could see out onto the sunset. It was beautiful.
Elle, Emily, Chat, Janice and Alex were puzzled. Why weren't there any more beds? With interrogation of the hall, it proved the results of another door marked First Years. One all the blue beds there were the names of the other girls. Their room had a window facing the other direction. It would look out onto the sunrise.
Mari decided she would call this room Sunrise, and her own Sunset, just to clear up confusion. The other girls agreed to her nickname. Everyone was too tired to talk much more, and, after only an hour or so of dialogue, they all got into their pajamas and crawled into their beds.
As Mari could hear Anne's snoring (Sorry Rufus, I know you don't really snore!), Tabitha's soft breaths, and Lauren's slightly loud, but more steady, exhales, she went up into her bay window.
The stars were coming over the Quidditch pitch and Mari thought of all the times she had laid away at her window back home. She used to dream up these wonderful adventures that she would go on and not have to be confined to common life. This would be better than those had ever been. The dawn would signal the beginning of that great adventure.
A/N This is the longest thing I have ever written. Go me. I feel good though, cause I got into the school play, West Side Story. YAY! I'm one of the Jets, Big Deal is my name!! It's a guy's part, but I got it anyway.
I'm sorry this is so long and pointless, but it was so darn fun to write!
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