School - Hogwarts - Year One
First Day - Part One
I wake up slowly, my heart thumping in my chest for some reason.
Where am I?
Gryffindor dorms.
There are four large four poster beds, similar to the one I have back home, only a little smaller. Rich red drapes hang down but right now, they are tied back with gold ribbon. The sheets I am laying in are dark red with a gold comforter on top. There is a red poppy design on the gold comforter and I trace one of the velvety flowers for a moment before looking around some more. The floors are the same stone as the rest of the castle but there is a fluffy red rug by each of the four beds. Beside each bed is a small night stand and on the other side of the bed is a large wardrobe made of the same cherry wood as the bed frames.
I swing my feet out of bed, noticing that no one changed me out of my robes from last night. I move to the end of my bed, smiling when I find my trunk. Kneeling down in front of it, I shiver from the cold as I press my thumb to the latch. On the latch is my family crest, a large Antipodean Opaleye dragon curled in a circle, the wings cupped around two upturned wands with a sun cupped by a crescent moon above the wands. The dragon is a shimmering crystal that has been charmed to shift colors like the actual dragon does, the wands are different. One is the dark grey with veins of silvery white of Ash and the other wand is the honey brown of Cedar. The sun is a burnished gold and the crescent moon is made of burnished silver.
The trunk itself is made of both Ash and Cedar with accents of burnished gold and silver. The trunk has been in the Draki clan for generations and it has been tradition to hand it off to the oldest born child the year they go to school or turn eleven.
The latch pops open with a small prick. It is activated my magical signature and a small prick of blood from my thumb. Without those two things, no one else will be getting into my trunk unless I leave it open. That has happened to my ancestors in the past so they wove wards around it so that it will chime an alarm if I go more than a foot from the trunk while it is still open.
I push open the trunk, pulling out my bathing tools from the first part. My trunk is broken into a few parts. The first part is for bathroom and hygiene items. The second and third part is for clothes, shoes and jewelry. The fourth and fifth part is for books and notebooks, some filled and some not. The sixth part is for school items and the seventh part is for extra space. I like to keep things like my money bag, quidditch supplies (just because I can't be on a team as a first year doesn't mean Jamie and I can't have a few mock games) and other items like that in the seventh part.
I grab a change of clothes and look around. I look towards the door but don't spot another door. I look to the back of the room and there are two doors. I pull out my slippers and shut my trunk, sitting down on it as I slip my slippers on. Walking to the door, I glance in the other beds. (Mine is to the right of the entrance door.) Right across from me is Olivia Travers. Her honey blonde hair is a rumpled mess and I can just picture the horror in her green eyes when she wakes up to see it. Beside Olivia is Hortencia and her dark brown curls are pulled into two lopsided pigtails. Fitting, considering when she is awake, her brown eyes reflect a mean, piggish nature.
...scratch that. Pigs can actually be sweeter than Hortencia.
Across from Hortencia and beside me is...Lily Evans. I scowl a little, not liking the temperamental red-head. James and Sirius told me the story about how they were in an argument about Slytherin vs Gryffindor and that is why she was storming out. Admittedly, they shouldn't have butted in like that but that doesn't mean she needed to go off on them like that.
I open the first door, smiling when I find a bathroom. It is fairly big with two sinks lined against the right wall, two tiled showers against the left wall and a large bath against the back wall. Fluffy red towels hang from a stand between the two sinks and I take one, setting it down in the chair outside of the first shower with my clothes. Stripping down, I drop my clothes under the chair and step into the shower. The first nob flashes blue at me but too late...I yelp as freezing cold water pours down on me, scrambling to switch the cold water off and turn on the hot water.
~Wild-and-Wicked~
Finished getting dressed in my white blouse with dark grey vest over it, pleated black skirt, dark grey knee high socks, black lace up ankle boots, and red and gold striped tie, I smile at my reflection. As an added touch, I pull my curly burnished gold curls up into a high ponytail, braid my curls back away from my face and pin them in place with a hastily charmed bow. It flashes between red and gold and I smile proudly at my reflection as I pull on my black school robes, the red and gold Gryffindor crest winking proudly at my chest as I slip my wand into the pocket.
I tidy up my mess before leaving the bathroom and heading over to my trunk. It is not time to go to breakfast and the other girls have yet to even get up, so I decide to make my space look more like...my space. I unpack my robes, trousers and blouses, hanging them up neatly in my closet. I may have half a dozen house elves waiting on me hand and foot at home but I do have a fiercely independent streak that Mama and Papa like to argue about who exactly I got it from. Funny but when I get in trouble with James, the conversation goes the opposite way and they blame each other for my wild ways.
Tucking away the last of my clothes at the bottom of my wardrobe, I shut the doors and open my book compartment. I take out my school books, neatly packing them away in my bag, grateful for the feather-light charm and expansion charm Mama had the tailor weave into it. I pick up my large camera and shrug, tucking it into my bag. There's certainly enough space for it with the expansion charm. I glance around the room but don't see any bookcases so I just pull out a few note books, quills and ink and shut that compartment, tucking the items in my dark grey bag.
I open my seventh compartment and rifle through my quidditch supplies, pulling out a poster of the Falmouth Falcons. My favorite player on the team is a Chaser and and she is number 13. Other people thought that would make her unlucky but she is the best player on the team. Her name is Adrianna Sparks and I worship her. I hope to be just as excellent a player as she is one day so I can even play for the same team. She is tall, has long dark hair, flashing hazel eyes and a mischievous grin. She is my idol.
For Quidditch at least.
I have so many plans and ideas for what I want to do when I graduate that I can't choose between them all. Our world is just so fascinating and it can be a struggle to choose just one field to work in.
I hang up a few more posters before pulling out my last and favorite item. It was a present from my Papa two years ago after I went to my first live game. It is a golden snitch signed by Adrianna Sparks in a little crystal case. The wings flutter a little before stilling and I grin at it, setting it carefully down at my desk and opening the curtains to the window in front of it. The early morning light shines in, lighting it up and giving it a halo.
I set down a few more things (an enchanted mirror to let me see into any room at the manor I whisper to it), a burnished silver skeleton key for our main manor set in a little crystal bowl, a photograph of Mama, Papa, Jamie and I at a Muggle park waging a snowball fight. I arrange a blank notebook on the desk, two dark quills and bottle of Ever-Changing ink. I use that kind of ink whenever I can because of all the fond memories that come with it, the tag-fight two years ago being one of them.
Finished with the basic stuff unpacked, I turn to my bed and start making it, careful to pull the sheets tight as I tuck them under the mattress. My hand hits something under the mattress and I frown, pulling out the piece of parchment. It looks like a half-made map and I turn it over but see no name. Shrugging, I tuck it in my pocket. It may come in handy later. I finish making my bed, setting a stuffed Pegasus on my pillow, smiling as the wings flutter gently. I check my watch before tucking the silver and gold item back in my vest pocket, grabbing my bag and leaving the room. I almost forget to tuck the dung bombs in a secret pocket.
Smiling wickedly, I trot down the girls staircase, looking around the Common Room. The floor can't be seen, hidden under layered gold and red carpets. There is multiple chairs, couches and blankets all over as a merry fire roars in the fireplace. I spot a few other students up but they are all older years so I ignore them in favor of setting my bag in a chair, pulling out my large camera and finding the boy's staircase. I go up two steps at a time, searching the plates outside the doors until I find the First Year Boys sign.
I push the heavy oak door open, wincing a little as it creaks just the slightest bit.
I pause but there is no noise inside except for someone snoring rather loudly. Rolling my eyes and stifling the giggles, I tip-toe into the room, glad the boys decided not to close their curtains. I spot the short, chubby boy- Peter Pettigrew in the bed closest to the door with Remus across from him. As I watch, Peter begins to sniffle around his thumb in his mouth and I clap a hand over my mouth, holding in the giggles. The camera starts to slip from my fingers and I squeak, holding it tighter.
Remus twitches, turning over but doesn't do anything else.
Sirius is laying peacefully in bed and I hesitate, torn between getting him or Jamie. In the end, long years of tradition win out and I take a running start, jumping right on Jamie's stomach shouting "Got your conk!" Jamie jerks awake with a very high, very girly shriek, his arms flailing in the air (one protectively covering his nose though I didn't grab it) and his hair a tangled mess just as I snap the picture. The light flashes and he winces, scrambling to the side and falling out of bed with a thump as smoke begins to fill the room from the camera. Giggling, I peer over the side of the bed, finding Jamie splayed out, his mouth wide open and matching his hazel eyes. Laughing, I snap another picture and sit back on my heels.
"What happened!" Peter jerked awake, looking around with wide, fearful, watery blue eyes. Laughing merrily, I scramble out of bed, shooting a wicked grin at a bleary Sirius and a suspiciously wide awake and laughing Remus.
"Good morning, lads!" I chirp happily and Jamie scrambles up, glaring dangerously.
"You little!" He charges me and I shriek, ducking out of the way and bolting for the door, shouting, "Good morning to you too, beautiful!" over my shoulder. I slam the door shut behind me, laughing as I hear him thud into it as I prance down the stairs. I am still laughing when I reach the bottom of the stairs and spot several eyes pinned right on me. I flash a bright, innocent smile at the older students, jerking a thumb over my shoulder.
"Crazy lot up there, lads! I wouldn't bother them if I were you!" Snickering happily, I darted through the crowd and grabbed my bag, turning to find an older girl right behind me. She has short, has amber hair and light blue eyes.
"Nice prank! I don't think a group of first years has ever been so rowdy! And led by a girl!" She exclaimed and I nodded, grinning proudly, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Beth Chambermans. Second year." She introduced herself cheerfully, thrusting out her hand at me. I raised a dark burnished eyebrow before taking it gingerly and shaking. In my Pureblood circles, shaking hands is seen as...how to put this gently...rough and uncivilized. In other words, all too Muggle.
"Are you a Half-blood or Muggleborn?" I asked politely, trying not to come off too harshly. (Like the Malfoys, Blacks (with the exception of Sirius), Lestrange's and Wilkes to name a few.) The girl's smile faltered a little before she brightened it again.
"A Muggleborn. I'm guessing you are a Pureblood. Most Gryffs don't care about blood status unless they themselves are Pure." She added, in response to my questioning look. "A word to the not-so-wise? Here in Gryffindor we don't care all that much about blood status." Her blue eyes turned serious and I nodded, trying not to push my own ideals onto her.
"I understand, but I have been brought up a certain way and I will endeavor not to push my ideals onto you or yours." I answered formally, trying to repair any damage I may have wrought in the way my parents taught me to. Beth looked amused and exasperated.
"See? I can always spot a Pure by the way they walk and talk, as if they are so much better than us." She muttered lowly. Then she flashed a bright grin, making me think I wasn't supposed to hear that last bit. "Anywho, I guess I'll see you around!" With another bright, cheery grin, she vanished into the rapidly forming crowd. Shrugging, I turned on my heel and marched to the door, determined to make it to the Great Hall in time for breakfast.
All in all, it wasn't too hard.
I just had to latch onto a group of muttering Ravenclaws and follow them there. I sat down at the Gryffindor table, picking up a slice of toast, a small bowl of fruit and settled in. Back home, I am notorious for being a picky breakfast eater. I hate eggs, adore syrup and want nothing to do with sausage. In short, bring on the pancakes, french toast and crepes but leave out the things I don't like. For a moment I wonder if I can request that Snuffles work here in the Hogwarts kitchen before dismissing the thought. I vaguely remember reading Hogwarts, A History once and seeing a no personal house elves rule. It makes sense. Hogwarts caters to a wide group of individuals and some might get offended with the lack of their own personal house elf, never mind the fact that Purebloods are raised differently from Muggle children.
Shrugging to myself, I stab a strawberry with my fork, raising it to my mouth as I pull out my Potions notebook with the other hand.
~Wild-and-Wicked~
"How could you?" Jamie slammed his book bag down, sliding in beside me as he snatched a piece of toast from my hands, munching on it as he glared angrily at me. Hiding a smile behind my napkin, I patted my mouth before folding it neatly and setting it beside my plate. Rolling his blue-gray eyes at the Pureblood manners I am showing, Sirius grabs a bowl of fruit, shoving a handful in his mouth carelessly as juice streams down his chin. Funny, he still chose the Pureblood breakfast of healthy fruit.
"How could I what, Jamie?" I asked politely, cocking an eyebrow and nodding to Remus as he sat down. "Remus! Would you like to sit with us?" I called, patting the bench beside me. He stared, a little startled but hesitantly got up, moving on the bench beside me. I beamed happily, ignoring James's dark scowl and lowly muttered words. Muffling my snickers, I tossed my ponytail, rolling my dark eyes. "Relax, Jamie, we do this all the time back home, so what's the problem?" I ask curiously. Jamie hesitates before cocking his head to the side in confusion.
"I was sleeping!" The outraged retort makes Sirius snort and my lips twitch. I spot a quick grin on Remus's face just before he hides it behind a book and grin.
"Aww, you poor baby!" I coo sweetly and Jamie stares at me with horror, knowing what I am about to do from the wicked grin on my face.
"Don't you do it...don't- no!" He shouts when I scramble across the table, talking to him in a high-pitched baby voice and sprinkling loud kisses all over his face while he tries to fend me off. "Help!" He shouts but Sirius has burst into laughter and Remus isn't much better at the moment. Grinning, I release him and plop down beside him, leaning into his shoulder.
"Shouldn't've been mean to me." I said resolutely and Jamie's mouth falls open.
"I what?" He squeaked and I burst into laughter, leaning into Sirius's shoulder and flinging my head back. My laughter was bright and care-free and so hard that I was clutching my stomach when it began to hurt. One look at Jamie's face though and I just burst into laughter again, leaning forward with tears springing to my eyes. "You-I-humph." He grumbled, setting me off again.
"H-hello." The fourth and final boy from the Gryffindor First Year boys said softly. He was flicking his baby blue eyes around the table hesitantly, fidgeting with his bag strap and lowering his head. "C-could I- w-would you mind if I s-sit with you g-guys?" He stammers gently and I slowly taper off my laughter, glancing quizzically at James. He nods and I turn to Sirius and Remus. Sirius nods cheerfully, munching on a waffle and Remus just stares at me, startled. I raise an insistent eyebrow and he flushes but nods.
"Sure!" James says cheerfully. "Have a seat. I'm James Potter, that's Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and this crazy girl is-"
"Avyanna Draki." I cut in smoothly, smiling politely at him. He blushed and waved shyly.
"M-my name is Peter Pettigrew." He said softly, sliding on the bench beside Remus. Awkward silence fell at the table and I glanced at James, who just shrugged. I huffed and rolled my dark grey eyes at him, a small smile twitching on my mouth.
"So, I have a game for us to play!" I announced cheerfully. "I am going to say my favorite subject and then each of you will go then the person next to me, Sirius will say something about himself followed by us and then so on. Got it?" I asked eagerly and they nodded. "Okay, my favorite subject has to be Potions." I said and then turned to Sirius.
"DADA." He said, shrugging his shoulders. Jamie was Transfiguration, Remus was Charms and Peter was Herbology. "I like Quidditch." Sirius said and James grinned. I elbowed his side and he made a face at me, to which I smacked him upside the head. Laughing at the look on his face, I turned away and focused on keeping the chatter level up in our group.
I get the feeling the five of us are going to be fast friends.
