Grimm Faerytale: a prologue of sorts (part one)
"The many turrets reach high into the sky and you feel as though, if you were at the top of one of them, you could catch a passing cloud. The entrance hall is cavernous with a great stairway the flows to ground level and is so elegantly carved it feels as though it is just waiting for some extravagant ball. Then there's the great hall! There are four never-ending tables lined up parallel to each other and at the far end of the room is the head table. The ceiling looks as though it is not there because you can see the sky just as it would look if there were no-"
Crash.
The sound of shattering glass marred the story and caused the teller to pause. Two voices down the hall rose in volume as they fought. The young boy ran a hand through his frustratingly long greasy black hair and turned his coal black eyes back to his younger sister. He leaned against the backboard of the bed he and she were lounging on before returning to his tale of wonder.
"My first night under that enchanted ceiling the sky looked just like your eyes; it was the deepest blue so as to be nearly black and was flecked with millions of silver stars."
The young girl turned her attention back to her brother and smiled at the pretty speech. She tucked a strand of her stringy black hair behind an ear and rested her chin on her hands after shifting her weight to be more comfortable on her stomach.
"Tell me about the Sorting again," she requested eagerly. Not even a year from now she would be able to experience this fantastical place for herself-as long as she received her letter.
"There are four Houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. We Princes are Slytherins. You do not want to find yourself in Gryffindor, they are blood traitors and Mudbloods-"
"Isn't Lily a Muggle-born?'
"Yes, and she's in Gryffindor-"
"Well then, why is Gryffindor so horrid? I like Lily… and you do too," she finished in a teasing tone.
"Oh, shut it. Mother would not be pleased if you were in Gryffindor."
"Why?"
"Because… because she wouldn't be. You should probably go back to your room."
"Probably."
They both looked towards the bedroom door as another crash echoed through the small house.
Moments later as they both lie in bed listening to the continued fight, they cast their minds to their magical castle.