Hey guys! Just want to try a new style of writing! Pls review and tell me if you like it...or not.
Ndannsyeuse...thanks for the input! I will try to use it as I find it is a really good idea. Anyway, let's get to the story.
D isclaimer (Sensing glares of every HP character): Don't even ask.
My Diary, 2nd September, 1994
I was woken up with a loud "Morning Sunshine!" from Padma, who opened the curtains around my bed, letting in the pale morning light. Yawning, I got out of my quilts-somewhat reluctantly-and made my way to the sinks, tripping over my two-sizes-too-big pyjamas on the way. Who wears pyjamas too big for them? Idiots like me.
My new uniform- a white shirt, a blue tie streaked with bronze and the motif of Ravenclaw on it, a blue-checked skirt- had manifested itself on my bed. Previously suppressed excitement appeared in the form of an excited squeal. I quickly dressed up, finding my uniform fitted me like a glove. Any defects were mended by themselves. Hogwarts and its magic were getting cooler by the second.
Padma hustled me down the steps of the dorm into the common room. Now that it was day, and I was fully awake, I could fully take in the beauty of the Ravenclaw common room. Dark oak bookshelves lined every wall, with books waiting to be opened, waiting to be read...
"Come on, Cho, let's get breakfast," said Padma, snapping me out of my blissful daydream.
A hand tapped me on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Fabian, looking smart in his Ravenclaw uniform. "Mornin' Cho! To you too Padma! Give me a high five!" He greeted us, a huge smile on his face, his palm held out. I had to jump to reach his hand, being slightly short for my age.
Morning light filtered into the windows of the Hall when we arrived. A jovial, friendly air ran through everyone, leading to a lot of smiles and friendly greetings.
When I saw my fellow house mates, the first thing that struck me was the fact that almost everyone had books in their hands, on the tables, between themselves, and all sorts of places. One girl even had a book in an empty bowl of cornflakes, propped up by a jug of milk!
Realizing we had next to no time left for first period, I quickly gobbled down a few slices of toast with what tasted like lime marmalade, washing it down with a glass of milk, feeding Dixie and Chris with breadcrumbs and milk at the same time. Unknown to me, a slice of toast was still in my hand when we went to get our books for first Period, Transfiguration.
"Are you going to eat that?" Gregory asked from behind me, eyeing my toast.
"Nope; here you go," I handed it to him, noting with surprise that his hair had changed colour. It was now red, like a really dark shade of red, maybe crimson. Wasn't it blue yesterday?
"What?" he mumbled, seeing my bewildered expression. Following my line of sight, he came to know that my object of surprise was his hair. "Oh." And before my eyes, his hair went from crimson to yesterday's azure shade. How the hell did he do that? "Come on, we're getting late," he said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me along.
Transfiguration was taught by Professor McGonagall, who was also the deputy Headmistress. "Transfiguration is an art, the art of changing the form of objects, animals or people," she began, a marked Scots brogue in her severe voice," Get out your wands, everyone. Today we shall begin with the basics of transfiguration; changing objects. In front of each of you is a matchstick. What you must try to do is change it to a needle. Like this!" She demonstrated; the matchstick in front of her changing to a needle with a flick of her wand. "To do this you must think of the object in front of you, changing into the other object. Begin."
By the end of the class, nobody except a chosen few (me! And some people) managed to at least make the matchstick assume a silvery hue.
Potions were taught by Professor Snape, a greasy-haired Slytherin who wore black at all times, as if he was in a perpetual state of mourning. I so dearly wanted to point that out to someone, but I feared he would cut points from our house; the way he slashed points from the Gryffindors for stupid reasons, or for no reason at all! Besides that, the lesson was quite good. We learnt about all sorts of potions and what can go wrong if they aren't brewed correctly.
Now it's basically a free period, and I'm just mooching around, writing stuff in this diary my mom gave me. Wait, I hear Fabian calling me. Ciao!
CHO CHANG. (o^_^o)Cho closed the leather bound diary on the desk, discreetly sliding it underneath her (wishing she knew an Invisibility Charm) as she heard Fabian bounding up to her excitedly, a book in his hand. "Hey there, Cho, I just found thisawesomebookyouwouldreallylike! These shelves are magic! They are like portals to the library. Any book you want will appear in your hand when you take a book off the shelf! Well, except those pertaining to Dark Arts. Come!" For the third time that day, she was dragged by the wrist towards the very bookshelves she had desired to explore the contents of that morning.
"Here, let me show you," Fabian handed her the book he was holding, and then turned to the bookshelf. He muttered, "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer!" taking out a book from the shelf. Amazingly, a battered first-edition issue of the said book was in Fabian's hand.
"And if you don't know what book you want?" Cho questioned.
"That happens," Fabian replied, pointing to the book cradled in Cho's arms.
"Rosy is my Relative, by Gerald Durrell," she read the title of the book. It was white, with a picture of what looked like a drunken elephant on it.
"Read it, it's funny!" Fabian insisted, a smile on his face that was on the point of turning into laughter. Cho smiled. His enthusiasm was infectious.
"Fabian! You said you would help me with my letters to Mum and Dad!" a voice echoed across the common room, every head turning towards it like they were positioned on screws and not on bones called the Atlas and the Axis.
Marietta made her way towards Fabian, an unearthly wrath in her violet eyes, greatly in contrast to the laughter that was fast draining from her twin's eyes, unaware of the many fearful eyes riveted on her. Cho edged slowly away from Fabian, making her way to Padma and Gregory.
"Something's up," Gregory whispered in Cho's ear.
"They say that blood is thicker than water. Why have you forgotten me Fabian? Since we have gotten here, all you do is spend time with-With HER!" she cried, pointing to Cho, around whom Gregory and Padma had put protective arms, her finger trembling, her persona diffusing rage and jealousy.
"What's wrong with that?" Fabian retaliated, "I'll help you with the letters, but PLEASE GET A LIFE, AND STOP WRECKING MINE!" There was aggression in his tone.
The rage in Marietta's eyes vanished, replaced by tears. "I-I didn't mean it that way!"She sobbed, tears falling onto the beige wool carpet from her eyes, creating stains.
"Of course you meant it that way!" Fabian shouted.
Marietta covered her face, tears trailing down her pale fingers. "Please spend some time with me, Fabian, please!"
"Who wants to spend time with a crybaby like you?" Fabian shouted. Marietta retreated, her foot on the first step of the flight leading to the girl's dorms."That's right, go up to the dorm and throw a hissyfit like you always do!"
"Enough!" Cho shouted. She walked up to Fabian, the rage in her eyes extremely out of place in her face, which would be called 'cute' under normal circumstances. "Can't you see that she is crying already, you idiot?"
"Don't interfere, Cho! This is a family matter!" Fabian shouted, his anger now directed towards Cho.
"We don't need you interfering in this, Chang!" Marietta screamed vehemently. "I can handle this myself!"
"Doesn't look like it," Cho snapped back in the mildest tone possible, "Jokes apart, stop it Fabian. Can't you see she regrets what she said?"
"You're going to regret shouting at your sister, mate," Gregory added.
"Fine! Sorry, Marietta!" Fabian said, the poison in his voice apparent. Marietta said nothing, just ran up the stairs.
Cho was about to run up the stairs herself to comfort her, when a voice shouted at the door. Leah, a quiet, bespectacled blonde opened it to find a dark-skinned Slytherin saying that they were late for Herbology, and Miss Sprout was about to throw a fit herself and cut five points from every latecomer's house.
Everyone ran to get their satchels, the fight forgotten. But a little voice kept piping up in Cho's head, making her feel guilty about leaving Marietta.
M arietta huddled up in her blankets, crying her heart out. Someday, she would make that Chang pay for causing so much misery by taking her brother away.
OOOOH! Sibling fight!
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