Author's Note: Alright, here's chapter one. It's told from the perspective of Klara on the first day of their fourth year at Hogwarts (circa Goblet of Fire). Each chapter will change POV from one of the triplets to another. Remember to review if you want to read more!
Klara's POV
I opened my eyes as the first rays of sunlight began to peak through the cracks of my east-facing bedroom window. It was still early in the morning, probably no later than seven o'clock. Groggily, I forced myself out of bed. I was not a morning person, a trait that seemed to run in my family. But I knew I had to wake up. Today was a big day. It was the first of September 1994; and my sisters and I were to be returning to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in central Scotland for our fourth year. I felt as if the anticipation of the new year is what woke me from my slumber. I knew neither of my sisters would rise from this factor alone; I would have to wake them, a daunting task considering their disgust for mornings and sunshine.
After gathering my thoughts and finally getting out my bed, I made my way to the door and across the hall to Kierra's room. I knew if anything, she would be the harder of the two to wake. "Kierra," I whispered as I entered her domain to see if she was by chance conscious. "are you awake?"
There was no response. I took this to mean she was still deep in slumber. Hesitantly, I walked over to her bedside, knowing fully well what she was capable of in the wee hours of the morning. "Kierra," I called again, this time a tad louder, as I gently shook her shoulder. "wake up." I said. "We depart for the train in several hours."
Still nothing. I knew this was going to happen. Kierra never likes waking before her biological clock tells her it's time to arise. For a moment, I contemplated using a spell of some sort to wake her; but I knew that might end badly. In all honesty, using a spell to wake Kierra could damage my health. She slept with her wand in the defensive mindset that someone was going to invade our home. If I was to startle her conscious, she might shoot me.
I figured my third attempt might be the charm. The best things in life do come in threes. "Kierra!" I shouted, forcefully pushing on her bedside.
With a thud, Kierra and her night covers rolled off the opposite side of the bed. "What the bloody-" Kierra began, drawing her wand and positioning it at the ready. "Cru-" She started, but the sight of me cut her off.
"Hogwarts today, love." I said. "I figured you of all people would like optimal time to ready yourself."
She muttered something under her breath to herself that I could not make out, but I knew it was no compliment. She then made her way to a standing position and threw her night covers back onto the bed. "Is Korra up yet?" She asked. "Or do I get to have some fun this morning?"
I smiled and could not help myself from chuckling slightly. "You're in luck." I said. "I'm up for a little fun meself."
"Shall we then?" Kierra asked as she walked over and stood beside me.
"We shall." I smiled, linking my arm with hers as the two of us headed for Korra's sleeping chamber.
Mine and Kierra's rooms were adjacent from one another while Korra's was a short ways down the corridor. We quietly turned the knob on her door, careful yet not to wake her. We took our stances at either side of her bed, wands at the ready.
"On my count." Kierra stated.
I nodded and turned my gaze to the sleeping Korra.
"One, two, three-"
"Levicorpus!" We screamed in unison as Korra rose from her sleep, yelping and dangling by her ankles above the bed frame.
"Ahh! Put me down!" She yelped at us.
I turned to look at Kierra who was smiling manically. "If you wish." She said. "Liberacorpus."
With that said, Korra came crashing onto her bed. "Why must you be so cruel?" She pouted, crossing her arms on her chest to look tougher.
"Cruel?" Kierra asked. "Me? Psh, no. If I wanted to be cruel, I would have let you crash into the floor."
"But I told her that wouldn't have been nice." I added, walking over and taking a seat at the foot of Korra's bed.
"Thanks, Klara." She smiled. "I can always count on you."
I quickly glanced over at Kierra who knew exactly what I was thinking. I would have my fun with Korra, but now was not the right time for games. I turned my head back to Korra and returned her grin. "Any time, love." I replied.
"Do you think we'd have time to do some shopping before we depart for King's Cross?" Kierra piped up. "I have some last minute items I'll be needing."
"Then we should probably start getting ready. It seems as if today is going to be rather busy." I explained. "It's only a little after seven o'clock now and we have to catch the train at eleven. If we leave the house no later than thirty past eight, we should have ample time to hit up Knockturn Alley and still make it to the platform on time."
"Sounds like a brill plan to me." Kierra agreed.
"Me too." Korra piped in.
"Then that's settled. Since Amycus and Alecto have already left and we don't have to wait around for them, I say we do whatever then meet in the foyer around eight thirty." Kierra suggested. "I think I should be able to ready in that time."
"Likewise." I added. "Ninety minutes should suffice."
With that, Kierra and I made our way back to our bedrooms and began to ready ourselves for the day to come. This meant preparing our hair, nails, faces, and wardrobe before we even dared to leave the house. That is one thing a Riddle girl will not do: go out in public without preparation. We must always look our best, not that we ever look bad. We don't. We are walking perfection, and we know it. But walking perfection even has room for improvement; and that is where our daily primping comes into play.
One wouldn't know what made us different from the other girls, but they would know there was something. Maybe it was our perfectly planned wardrobe, every little detail down to the seam. Or maybe it was the dark tentacles that engulfed our every being. It is fact that darkness is true beauty. And it doesn't get any darker than the Dark Lord's daughters.
It may seem like it takes us hours and hours to prepare for even the most minute of activities, but quite the contrary is true. After removing my hair from the two low braids I always sleep with, I walked over and began rummaging through my closet in pursuit of the perfect outfit. On the average day, it only takes me roughly five to ten minutes to decide; but since today was special, I put more of an effort into my choice in wardrobe.
After maybe a half hour (okay, so it does take some time), I settled on something I know never fails: a simple yet elegant little black dress. This one in particular had a short sleeved lacy top than fanned out at the hip into a short, flowing ruffled skirt. Honestly, it was one of my favourites. But to complete the look, I had to pair it with the right boots, the right necklace, and just the right pair of earrings. I figured I would pay attention to the little details after I washed up and dried my hair; and a half hour later, I was back to that crucial decision of how to accent myself. First I started with the boots. I knew knee-highs would complement the dress the best; so I finally settled on a pair of lace-up combats with little dark emerald bow at the tops. Next came the jewellery; a pair of silver and emerald dangling earrings and a necklace to match. I figured I needed some colour with my outfit. Last but most certainly not least, I pulled part of my shoulder length black hair up and to the side in a little black laced bow.
"Pretty, Klara." I heard a voice call.
I turned around to face my bed. Aria was seated, swinging and dangling her legs over the edge. She's one of my closest friends. I've known her since I was maybe five or six years of age. There is only one problem surrounding her: I'm the only person who can see her. It may sound crazy, but I know she's real, even if no one else believes me. I mean, she talks to me and answers when I call her.
"Thanks, Aria." I smiled as I turned my attention back to the mirror I had been prepping in front of. "Black or green eyeliner?" I asked as I shuffled through my makeup bag.
"Green." Aria giggled. "It makes your eye go 'pop'!" She added.
"If you say so." I giggled back as I applied the eyeliner and the rest of my makeup to my face, spending the most time on my eyes: a dark grey eye shadow, Aria's suggested dark green eyeliner, and black mascara. I liked to make my eyes stand out. You can tell everything from a person's eyes. And there is a specific message I want people to read when they look at me.
"Klara, you ready yet?" Korra knocked on my bedroom door.
"Almost." I called as I put the finish touches on my eyes. "What do you think?" I turned and asked Aria who was still swinging her legs off the side of my bed.
"Perfect!" She said.
"Excellent." I smiled. "I guess I will meet up with you later?" I asked.
Aria nodded. "Of course." She grinned. "Now hurry up and go eat your breakfast." She said as I began to leave my chamber. "And brew me up a spot of tea!" She called as I opened the door to the hall corridor.
I chuckled lightly to myself. "I will. Don't worry." I replied as I pulled the door shut.
Korra and Kierra were already standing in the hallway, fully clothed and ready to depart for Knockturn Alley. Kierra was dressed in a loose fitting emerald green blouse with a black leather jacket as outerwear. Her skirt was a tight-fitted black number that seemed to match the little black heels she was wearing. Her silky black hair fell in curls around her face that nearly hid the feathers dangling from either ear. On top of the blouse sat a gold chain necklace accented with little flower petals and gemstones. Korra, on the other hand, was a little more laidback. She was wearing a grey sleeveless baby doll blouse with small white polka dots and a matching greyish belt at the waistline. Her bottoms were plain, just a pair of medium dark washed denim jeans and a pair of low-cut black fringed boots. She obviously did not put as much time into the little details as myself or Kierra; but her attire was topped with a dark silver skeleton key necklace and a pair of small black earrings.
"You look nice." Kierra said, gesturing for me to twirl in my dress.
"Why thank you." I curtsied. "I try."
She shook her head and laughed. "Sallen's already prepared breakfast for us." She said. "It's almost eight thirty; so we need to hurry up and eat."
"Or we could just grab a bite in the Alley." Korra suggested.
Kierra and I exchanged sideways glances as the three of us made our way downstairs to the dining room. "And let all this food go to waste?" I asked as we entered the room and the smell of freshly baked crumpets topped with an assortment of fine jellies filled my nostrils.
"Ah, hello girls." The Carrows house elf Sallen greeted us. "It is a big day today; so I prepared a big meal."
"Thank you, Sallen." Korra said, taking her place at the table and beginning to load her plate with food. Kierra and I were soon to follow.
Once we finished our breakfast, we set out to depart for Knockturn Alley. Floo powder was the way to travel; so we each grabbed a handful and off we went.
