Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and Fontina. JK Rowling owns most of the characters.
FPOV (Fontina):
Currently I am extremely excited, as well as extremely nervous. It was my first day at Hogwarts, and no, I wasn't one of the new first year students, I was a new fifth year student, something extremely rare.
I couldn't wait to meet everyone, excited to meet possible new friends. I really, extremely, truly wanted to make some friends, the thought of being alone and friendless in a new school unappealing. When I had arrived I had been whisked under an old, dusty hat, called the 'Sorting Hat' and much to my surprise it had actually started talking, to me, accurately describing who I was as a person.
I had been placed in Ravenclaw, a house that I had been told followed the motto of "Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure" and whose founder was named Rowena Ravenclaw. It was said that she was extremely witty and clever while being undeniably beautiful. It was nice to know that I had been considered smart enough to be placed into Hogwarts most intelligent house and I was glad to have been sorted into it.
Professor McGonagall had given me a tour of Hogwarts (it was the most beautiful piece of architecture I had ever seen, and probably would ever see), and as soon as I was introduced to the common room of the Ravenclaw I had fallen in love.
There was something romantic about the spiral staircase leading up to the common room (didn't every girl find a spiral staircase romantic? I sure did so), something challenging and exhilarating about the questions that needed to be answered to get in, and how airy the room was with its blue and gold silk curtains, book filled library and ceiling painted like the stars in the sky, seemed to make the entire room magical, something mysterious and alluring.
The tall statue of Rowena Ravenclaw was in the centre of the room, seeming to be majestic and noble, and whenever I looked up at it I seemed to fill with a sense of pride and belonging; I liked that feeling.
I had been told that my head of house was Professor Flitwick, my tiny, cheery charms teacher, and that he was the one I answered and reported to, though for now I would stick with Professor McGonagall.
As of now, though, I am heading down the hallway from the headmaster's office (having finished signing the rest of the mandatory forms) to the transfiguration classroom, being lead by professor McGonagall, who was, of course, my transfiguration teacher.
We entered the classroom and everyone goes quiet, eerie how such loud voices and sounds could be quickly silenced into deathly silence. They all look to be about my age, but I know that I'm younger than them(according to Professor Dumbledore my level of skill was proficient enough that I was to be put in the sixth year classes; a fact making me both proud and nervous). Oh, I almost forgot about something! I quickly went up to Professor McGonagall, who was sitting at her desk and whispered in her ear.
"I'd rather they don't know what my last name is and which school I came from. Is that alright, Professor?" I ask, my tone worried.
She looks confused, but nods her head once affirmatively. I smile and walk up to the front of the classroom, suddenly nervous. It was quite unnerving having a class of about 60 students (I was told that this class shared two different house years, both mine, and another house named Gryffindor).
"Class, I am pleased to inform you that we have a new student among us this year." Professor announces. We smile at each other. "Why don't you introduce yourself, dear?" McGonagall says to me, encouragingly.
I (nervously, though I don't show it) step forward and introduce myself. "Hello, my name is Fontina," I say with a nervous attempt at a bright smile (knowing I've failed miserably) and give a wave "I live in Italy. I'm also in Ravenclaw and I'm in the year below all of you. I like transfiguration, potions, and charms, so I will be taking classes with the sixth-year Ravenclaws in those classes. My favorite colour is gold and my favorite food is ice- cream and –"
Oh, god. I am rambling, again. I always do that when I'm nervous; I just can't stop myself, it was a particularly bad and annoying habit. I look around at my peers, scared that they think I'm annoying. Where my confidence had gone, I had no idea, though likewise I wondered if I had had any confidence to begin with.
They were all staring at me with their mouths slightly agape, but thankfully they're actually paying attention. Wow, these people are really polite. They all look like they all care about what I'm saying. Maybe I just have really good public speaking skills… no, that can't be it. They're probably just really polite. Finally, I'm able to stop myself (though that took ages) and I take a seat in the front row on the far left.
I like this spot because it is out of the way, but I'm still in the front row. I feel their eyes following me all the way to my seat. These people really know how to make a girl feel welcome.
"Alright, class let us begin the lesson, "McGonagall stands up, deciding that I've had enough humiliation (to me) for a day, "This is your sixth year in Hogwarts, the time where you grades will determine if you can carry on to N.E.W.T. level or not and the time you should all be giving serious consideration to what career you choose to carry out after you've finished at Hogwarts." The way she says it makes it seem like we would become homeless if we didn't pass…which, I suppose, could very well happen. Anyhow the desired effect was working on me, and I was nervously predicting my marks in this class for the next year.
She paused and gives us all a long, hard look. I avoid contact, rummaging through my bag to get out my notebook, and start to write notes. I am a very diligent student, and like taking proper notes in every class I take, insuring that I get the maximum amount of information, and that I look studious.
McGonagall continues, "I will tolerate no foolishness in my class and expect you all to work hard on all your transfiguration assignments." She continues on this for a little while and I concentrate hard, straining my ears, not wanting to miss anything. I want to show everyone that, even though I was younger than them, I was just as good. I could practically feel my determination coursing through my blood, and I started to feel a little more confident.
McGonagall started on today's lesson, "Today, we will be learning the vanishing spell. First we will try it on snails, and then we will proceed to cats." She gives the box to Harry Potter, and I'm surprised that I'm in his class, having not noticed him. "Give a snail to everyone," she instructs, "and repeat after me everyone. Evanesco."
I inwardly cheer, relief flooding throughout my body. My parents had taught me this spell over the summer. I was a master at it, if I do say so myself.
Everyone says it in unison, and she makes us try it a few more times before she is satisfied. I say it right on my first try (much to my immense joy), but I say it a few more times. Better safe than sorry. I desperately want to make a good impression.
"Good. You may begin." With that McGonagall returns to her desk, beginning to work on her paperwork, though I know she could still see everything we were doing.
I pick up my wand and repeat the spell, making sure all my wand movements were precise and proper. My snail vanishes from my desk on my first try, though to be truthful I wasn't surprised, my parents had drilled me countless time on this spell. The room goes silent though, shocked beyond principle. I look around slowly, and see mouths hanging open. Everyone's eyes are widened and I notice that no one has succeeded as of yet. I feel a little bubble of happiness begin grow inside me, my plan succeeding.
"Well done, Fontina!" McGonagall congratulated, "Ten points to Ravenclaw." She awarded
I beam at Professor McGonagall with my new confidence, giddy at the fact that I had earned my house some points. Everyone claps and congratulates me, making me blush and look down, letting everyone see my shy side, not suspecting that it would be this big of a deal but grateful all the same.
Everyone here seemed so nice and friendly, accepting, and I was actually starting to believe that I really could make some friends here. The thought warmed me on the inside.
I hear someone huff rather angrily and I think it's from somewhere behind me, but I think nothing of it. I am too relieved that everyone likes me, and that the day was going quite nicely so far, praying that the rest of the year would be the same.
This was going to be a wonderful year. I can feel it, and I smiled widely again.
Oh so very wonderful.
A/N: Thanks for reading, everyone. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
BTW: I would love to thank birthdaychat for helping me edit my story and wish her a really late happy birthday (Her B-Day was on Boxing Day).