Gryffindor Girls, Year 1, Chapter IV
Thank you so much for r/r! Oh, if you want to look at the revies for chapter 3 you will find a long detailed explantaion of how I might be a tiny bit off, but it isn't entirely impossible that tom riddle was seventh year and j/l were first years. And speaking of lily, i did mean for her to be like peter; she's going to take a little while to grow up. See, this is why reviews are important. Thank you!
Amare sat by herself, miserably reviewing her many regrets. She could have sat with the rest of the Gryffindors; there was room at the table, but she felt like curling up and feeling sorry for herself.
The Transfiguration teacher had not yet entered. There were rumors flying around the school about a new Transfiguration teacher; the last one had gone off to Australia to study. The students were so busy whispering among themselves about the whereabouts of the elusive teacher that they didn't notice a large, dainty cat creep into the room and jump onto the desk.
And suddenly it was a woman on the desk.
She was tall and thin, with long, braided blond hair that came nearly to her waist. She smiled slightly nervously at the class, who, in utter astonishment of her sudden appearance, had fallen utterly silent.
"Transfiguration," she began, taking advantage of the temporary bewilderment. "Is the shifting of the molecules of one object to create another. There are the basic types, the transfiguring of one inanimate object to another. But if you become greatly skilled in this art, you may one day go so far as to transfigure yourself into another living creature."
The class breathed a sigh of awe. But the teacher frowned sternly on the class. "This is a dangerous art, and I expect utter diligence and concentration." And them she smiled, bringing back the youth she had momentarily lost. "My name is Minerva McGonagall, but I am told you're supposed to call me Proffessor. We're going to start off with something relatively simple in the eyes of the observer, but challenging in the mental prowess of the wizard. I want each of you to take the matches you will find on the desk, and attempt to transfigure them into a pin."
The students, after much scoffing at the supposed ease of this assignment, soon found the Professor's statements to be quite true. James, after glaring and scowling for a long time, with much waving of the wind, maganed to turn the match a shiny purple. Peter accidently sat on his, and the poor match broke under the pressure. Sirius, with relative ease, managed to create the 'eye' of the needle; ableit by using Lily's now point but still dull pin to do so physically. Lily was so eccstatic at finding a point at the end of her needly she poked herself with it, cause Esmera to become faint at the sight of the blood. Amara and Remus both added a shiny touch to theirs, but by the end of class, only Justine had managed a Transfigured pin; a stubby, thick pin, but one none the less.
Herbology was much duller, compared to the chaos created by simple pins and matches.
"You'd think," Sirius commented, disgusted, "that there would be slightly more intresting plants around here than speck-of-magic-weeds."
"What, an insult to your vast knowledge?" Amara asked him, lifting an eyebrow. "Such mundane tasks are beneath the oh so mighty Siruis?"
"Yes, actually," Sirius replied, smiling.
Next to them, Remus was shredding the weeds with utter disintrest. "They're ... plants. Honestly, who cares..."
His tablemate's looked at him in suprise; it was the first opinion he'd volenteered.
"They're kind of ugly," Lily said, looking at the shriveled plants in disgust. "Who would want to work with them?"
James gave Lily a look that echoed the one she gave the plants. "Of all the arguement's to pick 'they're ugly' isn't exactly the best one."
Justine looked at Lily, as though pondering something. She opened her mouth to speak, then changed her mind, and went back to the plants. Esmera hadn't even touched them yet, allowing Peter to cut up her weeds for her.
"Ms. Silkin, I believe?" Inquired a voice behind her. Professor Limb was towering over her in slight menace. "You're father, whom I unfortuanately rememder too well, never had much of an affinity for plants. At the time we were in school together, I lacked the power to order him otherwise. Now the burden passes from father to daughter, and I suggest you cut up your plants ON YOUR OWN!" His voice rose at the last note, and he hovered above her a few minutes more, glaring furiously. Esmera, after her initial shock, looked him eye for eye, until at last the Professor, in a wave of disgust, was forced to leave.
"Well he was friendly," Sirius stated sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He held up the weeds to his chin in imitation of Professor Limb's scraggly beard. "'and now the burden passes from father to daughter...no affinity for plants, really, it must run in the blood-"
Justine and James burst in to laughter. Even Amara smiled just the barest bit. Professor Limb was there in a huff, fixing all of them with his beady glare, but could find nothing but purely angelic faces and hands busily cutting up the roots. Dissatisfied, he moved on.
"You know," James said once they were back in the Gryffindor common room, "that day wasn't altogether bad."
Esmera stretched out on one of the couches, while Amara folded herself in beside her. The common room was mostly empty; all of the older students had more classes. Gradually all of the first years dumped themselves around the central fire.
"Proffessor Alberzine was my favorite," Siruis told them, tossing- or chucking- a pillow at Amara. "I think if he glared any harder, his eyes would pop out."
"I wonder how he would feel about mixing those into a potion,"Lily said with slight maliciousness, remembering Alberzine's harsh speech.
Amara, waiting until Sirius had turned the other direction, sent the pillow spinning in his direction so it just glazed over his head, and ended up sending his hair into a state of dissarray. Sirius jumped up, feigning outrage.
"My hair!" he shouted.
"Don't worry," Amara told him, smiling sweetly. "There isn't much inside you're head worth protecting."
"Now, if she'd aimed three feet down...," Remus volunteered, sending the girls into hysterics. James inched his legs a tiny bit closer together. Remus gave a small smile.
"I can't believe we got stuck with the Slytherins for potions," Esmera muttered, scowling. "They're so... vile. Ugh."
"Two words," Lily's smile grew larger. "Tom Riddle. Have you ever seen anything of the male species so finely created...-" she broke off with a sigh.
"Serevus really wasn't that bad," Justine interjected in defense. "He had maybe a slight ego, but he was pretty nice."
"Ok, forget the guys. Bluntly put, have you ever seen a pretty Slytherin?" Sirius asked.
Several pillows hit him at once.
"He means that in the best sense," James told them, while Sirius dislodged himself from the pillows. "They never smile, and they look about ready to beat up the guy they see."
"Of course we're much prettier," Esmera said, primping slightly. "There's a reason the sorting hat puts certain people in Gryffindor."
"I'm sure it's totally because of your beauty, Esmera," Amara told her. Esmera frowned, hearing the sarcasm in Amara's voice. "It must have been, because you have very little brains or valour." But she smiled; she'd meant it as a harmless joke.
Esmera didn't take it that way. "What am I supposed to act like, Amara? My dad's perfect in absolutely every catagory imaginable, except this one. HOW ELSE am I supposed to compete? Besides, what would you know? You sit around and make vagualy sarcastic comments once in a while, whenever you condescend to grace us with you're prescence, and act so superior. Your parent must think you're ABSOLUTELY WONDERRFUL!?"
Amara looked at her, speechless. Esmera spun around, and stormed up the stairs. Amara was still speechless, but a new emotion appeared. Tears.
She buried her head in her arms, slowly shaking. Sirius and Justine both sat down next to her, gently rubbing her back. Finally she lifted her head.
"My parents," she said, with voice of deadly calm, "could not be LESS thrilled that I decided to go here." She stared off into the distance, recalling scenes visible only to her. "All they ever wanted was for me to become a dainty little sirene, and I couldn't manage even that much."
James looked at her, elightenment dawning upon him. "Mermaid?"
Amara nodded, tear stained cheeks glowing red in the firelight. "Yeah. Half, at least." She reburied her head in her hands, but was no longer shaking.
Okay, that may have been kinda weird but it wasn't totally random; i mean to reveal it later but if you look back i was hinting at something from the first chapter. Anyhow, please r/r.
Thank you so much for r/r! Oh, if you want to look at the revies for chapter 3 you will find a long detailed explantaion of how I might be a tiny bit off, but it isn't entirely impossible that tom riddle was seventh year and j/l were first years. And speaking of lily, i did mean for her to be like peter; she's going to take a little while to grow up. See, this is why reviews are important. Thank you!
Amare sat by herself, miserably reviewing her many regrets. She could have sat with the rest of the Gryffindors; there was room at the table, but she felt like curling up and feeling sorry for herself.
The Transfiguration teacher had not yet entered. There were rumors flying around the school about a new Transfiguration teacher; the last one had gone off to Australia to study. The students were so busy whispering among themselves about the whereabouts of the elusive teacher that they didn't notice a large, dainty cat creep into the room and jump onto the desk.
And suddenly it was a woman on the desk.
She was tall and thin, with long, braided blond hair that came nearly to her waist. She smiled slightly nervously at the class, who, in utter astonishment of her sudden appearance, had fallen utterly silent.
"Transfiguration," she began, taking advantage of the temporary bewilderment. "Is the shifting of the molecules of one object to create another. There are the basic types, the transfiguring of one inanimate object to another. But if you become greatly skilled in this art, you may one day go so far as to transfigure yourself into another living creature."
The class breathed a sigh of awe. But the teacher frowned sternly on the class. "This is a dangerous art, and I expect utter diligence and concentration." And them she smiled, bringing back the youth she had momentarily lost. "My name is Minerva McGonagall, but I am told you're supposed to call me Proffessor. We're going to start off with something relatively simple in the eyes of the observer, but challenging in the mental prowess of the wizard. I want each of you to take the matches you will find on the desk, and attempt to transfigure them into a pin."
The students, after much scoffing at the supposed ease of this assignment, soon found the Professor's statements to be quite true. James, after glaring and scowling for a long time, with much waving of the wind, maganed to turn the match a shiny purple. Peter accidently sat on his, and the poor match broke under the pressure. Sirius, with relative ease, managed to create the 'eye' of the needle; ableit by using Lily's now point but still dull pin to do so physically. Lily was so eccstatic at finding a point at the end of her needly she poked herself with it, cause Esmera to become faint at the sight of the blood. Amara and Remus both added a shiny touch to theirs, but by the end of class, only Justine had managed a Transfigured pin; a stubby, thick pin, but one none the less.
Herbology was much duller, compared to the chaos created by simple pins and matches.
"You'd think," Sirius commented, disgusted, "that there would be slightly more intresting plants around here than speck-of-magic-weeds."
"What, an insult to your vast knowledge?" Amara asked him, lifting an eyebrow. "Such mundane tasks are beneath the oh so mighty Siruis?"
"Yes, actually," Sirius replied, smiling.
Next to them, Remus was shredding the weeds with utter disintrest. "They're ... plants. Honestly, who cares..."
His tablemate's looked at him in suprise; it was the first opinion he'd volenteered.
"They're kind of ugly," Lily said, looking at the shriveled plants in disgust. "Who would want to work with them?"
James gave Lily a look that echoed the one she gave the plants. "Of all the arguement's to pick 'they're ugly' isn't exactly the best one."
Justine looked at Lily, as though pondering something. She opened her mouth to speak, then changed her mind, and went back to the plants. Esmera hadn't even touched them yet, allowing Peter to cut up her weeds for her.
"Ms. Silkin, I believe?" Inquired a voice behind her. Professor Limb was towering over her in slight menace. "You're father, whom I unfortuanately rememder too well, never had much of an affinity for plants. At the time we were in school together, I lacked the power to order him otherwise. Now the burden passes from father to daughter, and I suggest you cut up your plants ON YOUR OWN!" His voice rose at the last note, and he hovered above her a few minutes more, glaring furiously. Esmera, after her initial shock, looked him eye for eye, until at last the Professor, in a wave of disgust, was forced to leave.
"Well he was friendly," Sirius stated sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He held up the weeds to his chin in imitation of Professor Limb's scraggly beard. "'and now the burden passes from father to daughter...no affinity for plants, really, it must run in the blood-"
Justine and James burst in to laughter. Even Amara smiled just the barest bit. Professor Limb was there in a huff, fixing all of them with his beady glare, but could find nothing but purely angelic faces and hands busily cutting up the roots. Dissatisfied, he moved on.
"You know," James said once they were back in the Gryffindor common room, "that day wasn't altogether bad."
Esmera stretched out on one of the couches, while Amara folded herself in beside her. The common room was mostly empty; all of the older students had more classes. Gradually all of the first years dumped themselves around the central fire.
"Proffessor Alberzine was my favorite," Siruis told them, tossing- or chucking- a pillow at Amara. "I think if he glared any harder, his eyes would pop out."
"I wonder how he would feel about mixing those into a potion,"Lily said with slight maliciousness, remembering Alberzine's harsh speech.
Amara, waiting until Sirius had turned the other direction, sent the pillow spinning in his direction so it just glazed over his head, and ended up sending his hair into a state of dissarray. Sirius jumped up, feigning outrage.
"My hair!" he shouted.
"Don't worry," Amara told him, smiling sweetly. "There isn't much inside you're head worth protecting."
"Now, if she'd aimed three feet down...," Remus volunteered, sending the girls into hysterics. James inched his legs a tiny bit closer together. Remus gave a small smile.
"I can't believe we got stuck with the Slytherins for potions," Esmera muttered, scowling. "They're so... vile. Ugh."
"Two words," Lily's smile grew larger. "Tom Riddle. Have you ever seen anything of the male species so finely created...-" she broke off with a sigh.
"Serevus really wasn't that bad," Justine interjected in defense. "He had maybe a slight ego, but he was pretty nice."
"Ok, forget the guys. Bluntly put, have you ever seen a pretty Slytherin?" Sirius asked.
Several pillows hit him at once.
"He means that in the best sense," James told them, while Sirius dislodged himself from the pillows. "They never smile, and they look about ready to beat up the guy they see."
"Of course we're much prettier," Esmera said, primping slightly. "There's a reason the sorting hat puts certain people in Gryffindor."
"I'm sure it's totally because of your beauty, Esmera," Amara told her. Esmera frowned, hearing the sarcasm in Amara's voice. "It must have been, because you have very little brains or valour." But she smiled; she'd meant it as a harmless joke.
Esmera didn't take it that way. "What am I supposed to act like, Amara? My dad's perfect in absolutely every catagory imaginable, except this one. HOW ELSE am I supposed to compete? Besides, what would you know? You sit around and make vagualy sarcastic comments once in a while, whenever you condescend to grace us with you're prescence, and act so superior. Your parent must think you're ABSOLUTELY WONDERRFUL!?"
Amara looked at her, speechless. Esmera spun around, and stormed up the stairs. Amara was still speechless, but a new emotion appeared. Tears.
She buried her head in her arms, slowly shaking. Sirius and Justine both sat down next to her, gently rubbing her back. Finally she lifted her head.
"My parents," she said, with voice of deadly calm, "could not be LESS thrilled that I decided to go here." She stared off into the distance, recalling scenes visible only to her. "All they ever wanted was for me to become a dainty little sirene, and I couldn't manage even that much."
James looked at her, elightenment dawning upon him. "Mermaid?"
Amara nodded, tear stained cheeks glowing red in the firelight. "Yeah. Half, at least." She reburied her head in her hands, but was no longer shaking.
Okay, that may have been kinda weird but it wasn't totally random; i mean to reveal it later but if you look back i was hinting at something from the first chapter. Anyhow, please r/r.