Rebecca Moane and Nicole Riggs were exchange students from Silverhand
Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, going to Hogwarts.
They were all fifth years, and the two were good friends. They were the same age (but different months), and they were all equally stubborn. It was also no wonder the girls were in Warai, the silver and gold mask, house of mischief (silver) and optimism (gold).
Nicole usually had to get Rebecca out of fights she had tried to break up. Nicole was taller than normal height, with dark blond hair with a reddish tint. Her eyes were a cool blue, which turned purple when she was mad. She was a sly girl, with a demonic laugh. She loved to play pranks, and if you got her mad, you would be her target of her pranks for a week. Her bracelet was more silver than gold, since she often looked on the dark side of things. She was a pureblood, but she looked at the heart instead of the blood. Her passion was of Transfiguration and Potions.
Rebecca was the peacemaker of the duo. She was also the tallest, by a mere inch. She had a mop of honey brown curls on her head; a pair of copper framed glasses, brown eyes, and a cheerful smile on her face. Rebecca's mom is a witch from England, meanwhile her dad is a muggle US navy officer but his grandparents were witch and wizard, but a curse made the next two generations muggle, and it would of been still in effect if Mr. Moane didn't married a witch that was a member of some house other than Gyffindor (Vanessa was a Hufflepuff, and her two sisters and one brother *you'll meet him later* were in Slytherin). The bracelet she wore was almost complete gold, but a tinge of silver was hidden in the back of it, though her friends didn't notice. Her favorite classes were Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
One thing they had in common was their reasons why they had such skill in one class. Nicole was like a goddess of Transfiguration and Rebecca was a master at Potions. The response to that question was "It runs in the family."
The one other thing they had in common was their love of Quidditch. Rebecca and Nicole were the beaters for the team. The nicknames for them on the field were 'Heaven' for Rebecca and 'Hell' for Nicole. Each student had a broomstick as well. Rebecca owned a souped-up Nimbus Two Thousand; meanwhile Nicole had a prototype of the new broomstick, the Dragon Nimbus.
Our story begins on the Hogwarts Express, with the girls in a compartment, talking about what house they would be in.
"Ravenclaw is the house of intelligence," Rebecca said, counting off the houses with her fingers, "Slytherin is of ambition, and cunning. Gyffindor is for those that are brave of heart, and Hufflepuffs have just and loyal souls."
"Hufflepuff is for you, then." Nicole said, grinning. "But, Slytherin is the house for me."
Rebecca sighed, and grinned. "I don't know. I am one of the smartest kids in Warai. I just hope they need a good beater in my house. That is my only desire in a house."
Nicole nodded. "Right. I hate to watch it when I could be playing it."
**
"Welcome to Hogwarts, students. I'm Professor McGonagall." The Deputy Headmistress said coolly. She was one severe looking woman with black hair in a tight bun, and in green robes. "Follow me, into the Great Hall."
As the twenty students walked in, the normal students shut up.
The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, stood up, and said with blue eyes twinkling, "Welcome students. This is the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm your Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. We need to sort you into your houses. The first years have already been sorted, so after you are all sorted into one of the four houses, the feast will begin."
The Headmistress took out a scroll and said,
"Welsh, Bridget!" A dark-haired girl walked up to the hat, and jammed it on her head. One second and the hat cried, "GYFFINDOR!"
"Thomason," was next (Hufflepuff), and "Rope" was third (Gyffindor), and it was Nicole's turn.
She placed the hat on her head, and the hat instantly screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" The table on the far left cheered, and one pale haired boy was catcalling as Nicole sat next to him.
"Necs," was next, and then, Rebecca was up. She grabbed the hat, and she heard a small voice speaking.
"My, my. Loyalty is one of your finest traits, but your intelligence is another. You have too good a heart for Slytherin, and you are a chicken at times."
Gee, thanks. Rebecca thought.
"Ah, I know! RAVENCLAW!"
They were all fifth years, and the two were good friends. They were the same age (but different months), and they were all equally stubborn. It was also no wonder the girls were in Warai, the silver and gold mask, house of mischief (silver) and optimism (gold).
Nicole usually had to get Rebecca out of fights she had tried to break up. Nicole was taller than normal height, with dark blond hair with a reddish tint. Her eyes were a cool blue, which turned purple when she was mad. She was a sly girl, with a demonic laugh. She loved to play pranks, and if you got her mad, you would be her target of her pranks for a week. Her bracelet was more silver than gold, since she often looked on the dark side of things. She was a pureblood, but she looked at the heart instead of the blood. Her passion was of Transfiguration and Potions.
Rebecca was the peacemaker of the duo. She was also the tallest, by a mere inch. She had a mop of honey brown curls on her head; a pair of copper framed glasses, brown eyes, and a cheerful smile on her face. Rebecca's mom is a witch from England, meanwhile her dad is a muggle US navy officer but his grandparents were witch and wizard, but a curse made the next two generations muggle, and it would of been still in effect if Mr. Moane didn't married a witch that was a member of some house other than Gyffindor (Vanessa was a Hufflepuff, and her two sisters and one brother *you'll meet him later* were in Slytherin). The bracelet she wore was almost complete gold, but a tinge of silver was hidden in the back of it, though her friends didn't notice. Her favorite classes were Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
One thing they had in common was their reasons why they had such skill in one class. Nicole was like a goddess of Transfiguration and Rebecca was a master at Potions. The response to that question was "It runs in the family."
The one other thing they had in common was their love of Quidditch. Rebecca and Nicole were the beaters for the team. The nicknames for them on the field were 'Heaven' for Rebecca and 'Hell' for Nicole. Each student had a broomstick as well. Rebecca owned a souped-up Nimbus Two Thousand; meanwhile Nicole had a prototype of the new broomstick, the Dragon Nimbus.
Our story begins on the Hogwarts Express, with the girls in a compartment, talking about what house they would be in.
"Ravenclaw is the house of intelligence," Rebecca said, counting off the houses with her fingers, "Slytherin is of ambition, and cunning. Gyffindor is for those that are brave of heart, and Hufflepuffs have just and loyal souls."
"Hufflepuff is for you, then." Nicole said, grinning. "But, Slytherin is the house for me."
Rebecca sighed, and grinned. "I don't know. I am one of the smartest kids in Warai. I just hope they need a good beater in my house. That is my only desire in a house."
Nicole nodded. "Right. I hate to watch it when I could be playing it."
**
"Welcome to Hogwarts, students. I'm Professor McGonagall." The Deputy Headmistress said coolly. She was one severe looking woman with black hair in a tight bun, and in green robes. "Follow me, into the Great Hall."
As the twenty students walked in, the normal students shut up.
The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, stood up, and said with blue eyes twinkling, "Welcome students. This is the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm your Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. We need to sort you into your houses. The first years have already been sorted, so after you are all sorted into one of the four houses, the feast will begin."
The Headmistress took out a scroll and said,
"Welsh, Bridget!" A dark-haired girl walked up to the hat, and jammed it on her head. One second and the hat cried, "GYFFINDOR!"
"Thomason," was next (Hufflepuff), and "Rope" was third (Gyffindor), and it was Nicole's turn.
She placed the hat on her head, and the hat instantly screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" The table on the far left cheered, and one pale haired boy was catcalling as Nicole sat next to him.
"Necs," was next, and then, Rebecca was up. She grabbed the hat, and she heard a small voice speaking.
"My, my. Loyalty is one of your finest traits, but your intelligence is another. You have too good a heart for Slytherin, and you are a chicken at times."
Gee, thanks. Rebecca thought.
"Ah, I know! RAVENCLAW!"