The Ordinary Ravenclaw Witch

by xmusecliox

Being a Seventh Year isn't all it's cracked up to be. Being an almost finished Seventh Year is even worse, Lena Piper does not want to be a grownup. Nobody tells the first years that you get dragged out of Hogwarts while some squirt steals your bed. After NEWTs, epic quidditch failure and careers meetings Lena discovers we can't all be 'save the world' material.

2. Chapter 2

*I changed G vs R match to sort of mid/end of March, accidental but then once written it was too hard to change. Scotland would never get niceish weather in January (which was when the Gryff/raven match occurred in Prisoner of Azkaban). Suspend your disbelief people, I hate remembering the timeline of these books :)
Also, I own nothing, J.K. Rowling is the genius.

Chapter 2- A Ravenclaw in… Divination?

Lisette is waiting for me as I exit the hospital wing the next morning,
"Well, are you okay? How did Eddy get in?" huffily she shakes her head, "I tried to, but Pomfrey kept catching me."
"Nah I'm fine, Eddy caught her going out. Luck I guess, Rodger came around too."
"Hot Rod actually managed to visit his injured player?" she widened her almond eyes in exaggeration.
"Pretty much to tell me that Cho is ready to get back on the team next year," she snorted in disgust, "oh and to inform me we lost too."
A tall, slightly menacing Slytherin passes us on the stairs, "Hey Lis," he nods, before continuing on his merry way. Seeing my gaping expression she shrugs, "oh it's just Antony Rowle, my herbology partner."
"Didn't tell me you had a Slytherin in Herbology," she shrugs, "Especially one that, you know, smiles."
Laughing I stiffly shuffle out of the way as she pretends to shove me towards the wall, "What? It's good, he's even got nice teeth!"

Glumly I climb the spiral staircase to the common room and the knocker asks a potions riddle which Lis answers for me. I can never get the potions ones, Transfiguration's more my thing.
The common room is a blaze of light, Eddy wasn't lying when he said I'd been missing good weather and it was only March.
"Have you started revising for potions yet?" It's our first Newt but I haven't opened a book, contrary to popular believe not all us Ravenclaws are smart and studious. I have intelligence, I'm just not sure which kind.
"Nope, you don't know what this Transfiguration project I have is all about?"
We sit down by one of the windows, "Eddy garbled something, I gathered it was to do with Colleen but I didn't get much more sense from him."
"Guess I'll find out later," everyone is only starting to get up for breakfast but when Penelope, Velma and Camilla come down the stairs we join them for the walk to the Great Hall.
"Are you okay Lena? You fell like a rag doll," Penny flicks her curly hair.
"Still a bit bruised and stiff, but Pomfrey managed to patch everything else up," I smile at the grey eyed girl.
"Well how was it?" Velma asks, evil eyeing a group of Hufflepuff girls as we walk past. Velma and Hufflepuff girls are sworn enemies.
"How was what?" I ask as we wait for a swivelling staircase.
"The ride down?"
I think she's finally lost it, instead she's grinning at my blank look.
Here it comes, "Oh you know, the one that happened after you fell on Oliver Wood."
"I never noticed, too busy hurdling to the ground and all."
The girl is seriously demented.

Breakfast at the Ravenclaw table is a fairly sedate affair, the Gryffindors behind us make most of the noise and chuck food around while the Hufflepuffs on our other side are just generally chatty. The other three girls sit at the top of the table, across from Penny's boyfriend Percy, we sit at the other end where Eddy has his nose in a History book, again, and steadily shovels eggs into his mouth without looking at his plate.
"You know Ed, I don't think Colleen would be impressed by your table manners," he comically drops the book to shush Lis.
"Don't worry, she's at the other end of their table, "I tell him while buttering toast.
"Oh look, she's sitting beside Oliver," Lis chuckles while finishing a herbology essay.
"They're just friends," glaring at us the blond returns to his book.
"Sure, I'd be just friends with Wood too." Lis raises an eyebrow at me.
"Shut up you two," the poor boy groans and gets up. "I'm off to Transfiguration, I can't take much more of this at half nine in the morning."
The pair of us giggle like we're twelve but the ringing bell sends us to our first class, noticeably the quidditch team avoided me like the plague all through breakfast.

Eddy is heading the line for Transfiguration but seeing him chatting to a red headed Colleen outside the door I decide to just wait at the back. The four other Gryffindor girls are gossiping ahead of me but I try to tune out their vicious dissection of the match.
"You alright?" Damon leans against the wall beside me, dropping his muggle ruck sack at his feet.
"Did you guys forget there were two bludgers?" I frown at him before grinning at his apologetic face. "Stop being nice Damon, it's a bit scary."
"Seriously though, you hit that grass like lead. At least Wood's thick head slowed you down," he mutters.
"So everyone keeps telling me, what'd I miss yesterday?" I ask nodding towards the door.
"Not much, just Ed falling all over Colleen."
"I take it Wood didn't turn up? He maintained to Pomfrey that he'd fail if he didn't."
"Nah, didn't see him."

McGonagall was five minutes late, which was practically unheard of but didn't say much as she let us in and Eddy took his usual seat next to me.
"How'd that go then Casanova?" We take our textbooks out as McGonagall scrawls across the board.
"Fine," he whips out parchment and starts copying.
"I would have thought we'd nearly be done by now, but looks like this last unit is going to take forever," moaning I do the same, McGonagall is so long winded.
"This isn't the last unit, there's two left you eejit, the unit on conjuring ends the Syllabus, so we'll be finished around the next quidditch match in April," the Scottish trill is piercing my still tender skull.
"So what four weeks then, Gryffindor have a chance?" I ask quietly, scribbling her diagrams quickly.
"Beat you didn't they," Eddy smirks.
"Yea cos Damon can't count how many bludgers are in front of him," the beater in question kicks the back of my chair in answer and Eddy laughs out loud.
"Mr Newton, Miss Piper, pay attention. This is a very difficult spell and will very likely be on the Newts," McGonagall gives us the evils.
Ducking my head I finish scrawling theory while rolling my eyes.

"Piper," Woods catches me as I leave the classroom, "We need to start this project thing."
I raise my eyebrows at his statement, do I look like his quidditch team, but answer with a sigh anyway, "When's the deadline then, do you know?"
I make a start towards single block Divination, we might as well walk and talk, I think he's in this class too.
"Week before the last quidditch match, we only have month left before we play Slytherin," he rifles through his bag and pulls out a dog eared piece of parchment.
"Very…neat" smiling at my comment the parchment is shoved at me.
"So you'll be busy then with practice?" Nazi Wood has no doubt upped his practises already.
"Yeah, I was wondering, would you mind studying over lunch?"
"Well I have Gobstones on Wednesdays but otherwise that would do," I read over the project, my own copy is still untouched in my bag.
"So we research a spell, write its theory and demonstrate?"
"Basically, I was thinking a healing one from the unit earlier this year, seeing as we have such a close relationship with the infirmary."
"Sure, sounds great."
"You could always fall off your broom again for a demo-" pushing him against the wall I march off to the trapdoor, leaving the burly quidditch player laughing behind me.

"I see Mars dominating your chart this month, Mr Wood, "Trelawney's hazy voice cuts through my slumber.
Jerking awake I pull my star chart towards me quickly as the old bat continues to breathe dark omens down upon the quidditch captain. Emilia Santos, a rather dry Hufflepuff who sits with me in Divination, snorts as she colours in her chart with sparkly muggle pens.
Soon enough she moves on, beaded necklace clacking like a nun, and I can't resist leaning over to Wood, he's sitting with his back to me, and whispering in his ear, "I guess that means you're going to fall off your broom."
The annoyed Scotsman turns and launches himself at my beanbag, I try to push him away, unsuccessfully, as he puts me in a head lock and messes my hair up.
Emilia kicks at us, "The old bat is going to turn round in a minute."
I bite his arm and he swears before releasing me and inspecting his arm, the teeth marks are stark against his pale skin, "Rabid bitch."
Wood slides over onto his own pouf again, next to the only other Gryffindor in the class, the adoring Amanda Sands.
"But really Wood, it would time well with our transfiguration project."
Turning to me again, "How come you're even in Divination?" Wood quirks an eyebrow, "Aren't Ravenclaws supposed to despise this subject? I don't remember seeing you here."
"She usually skives off, Trelawney always forgets there's a Ravenclaw in this class," Emilia has finished the star chart and is now flicking through a Witch Weekly.
"Why are you in Divination?" Wood is a bit incredulous, "Shouldn't you be in Runes or something?"
"This is an easy O Wood."
"Spoken like a true Hufflepuff," laughed Emilia, "Here check out the new hair charms."
"Ooh, I like that," I pointed to a witch with soft waves, "that might suit my long hair."
"Is that the latest WW?" Amanda leans around a mildly horrified Oliver to gasp over the latest straightening charm.
The poor boy closes his eyes before resting his head in his arms.

I have a free period before lunch but rather than sit in the stuffy library Eddy and I make our way down to the Lake, there's a bit of a cold breeze but I lounge below a tree with Fifi LaVolle's latest novel anyway. Eddy scoffs at my not so intellectual reading and tucks his nose back into the history book from earlier. Before long Penny comes across us, "Hey guys, are you studying? I have a Potions essay due, can I join?"
"Sure but Eddy's doing some light reading and I'm doing feck all so you might not get many study vibes from us," chuckling she sits down anyway.
"Is that a History of Magic book Ed?" she leans towards him to peruse the title, doing the flicky hair thing she usually does when some poor unsuspecting sod is in her line of sight. I feel my eyebrows lifting. Penny might come across as a studious Head Girl but she sure goes through boyfriends like I do hot dinners.
"Just a thing about Goblin Wars," he replies with a grin.
"I always hated History of Magic, it irked me to no end to be bad at a subject," leaning back on her hands she crosses her legs right in front of him. No guesses to where his eyes go. They continue their little conversation, which gets flirtier by the second, and until I feel like a spare part. Penny has one of those soft, high voices and I'm pretty sure she's attempting to sound breathless.
"You know I think I might go for a walk, I want to get lunch early anyway since I've got this project thing with Wood," the two barely reply and I distinctly feel uncomfortable. I feel worse when Percy Weasley nods hello as I pass him on my way into the Great Hall, obviously looking around for his girlfriend.

By the time I eat and find Wood in library, or rather he finds me as he rushes in late, we only have twenty minutes to make a start. Pulling out a clean sheaf of paper I carefully write a heading and underline it, when I look up Wood is staring.
"What?" I automatically wipe my mouth in case I'm covered in crumbs. I'm partial to the biscuits and buns the kitchens serve up at lunch.
"It took you, like, five minutes to write that heading," laughing he rummages in his bag for his transfiguration book. "You must be the most unRavenclaw like Ravenclaw I've ever met."
"I'm lazy, not stupid," I roll my eyes before flicking through the unit he'd suggested in the textbook. Hogwarts is so stereotypical, just because I'm not overtly studious and intelligent everyone assumes I've been sorted wrong.
We argue over what spell to choose until the lunch bell rings, sighing I start to put my stuff away, "Same time tomorrow?"
"Yea, I'm free Saturday though."
"Hogsmeade," I reply, no way am I missing Honeydukes.
"Right yeah, I forgot. I need new wraps for under my keeper gloves," he follows me out the doors as I head for double Arithmancy.
"I need chocolate," he rolls his eyes and mutters something about women as he turns in the opposite direction, before sauntering down the stairs to the entrance hall. Well that was a productive study session. Not.