Penelope and Holland had lead the first year Ravenclaws back upstairs, to the third floor corridor. The head girl had explained along the way that this was the Charms Corridor and that it only had two classrooms since there was only one professor to teach the class. She had also mentioned that the curriculum was very easy and that it was a good class to have first thing in the morning.
Meanwhile, Holland boasted about his charms skills and how he could levitate everyone if he wanted to. Of course this got on Penelope's nerves rather quickly, but since she was the head girl she had to be a good role model and losing her temper would do the exact opposite. If she did get mad though, she would never hear the end of it from Holland.
Clarion seemed to be the only one to notice this since she was beginning to find Holland a little annoying as well. She wanted know about all the things Penelope was trying to say, but the rest of the students acted like Holland was a shiny new toy and paid more attention to him. Eventually she had to give up on trying to hear when everyone shouted or laughed at whatever Holland said.
"Alright, Holland!" Penelope shouted, "We're here, say goodbye to all your little pets..."
"Oh come on, Penny!" he begged.
"What did I tell you about calling me Penny!" she fumed.
"Other than the fact that no one's allowed to call you that except for that Weasley boy?" A smug grin appeared across his face.
"You- I told you never to bring that up!" Penelope nearly screamed.
"Now what was his name again? I know it started with a P. Paul? No, that's not it. Philippe? Nah, that's too long-"
"Okay, loverboy, you're gonna make us late!" Penelope grabbed Holland and began dragging him back down the hallway in an attempt to get him to shut up.
"I've got it, Percy! That's his name!" Holland's voice echoed.
Everyone laughed as they disappeared. Clarion and the others all filed into classroom 2E. Towards the back of the room was a pedestal with a huge stained glass window behind it and Professor Flitwick stood next to it, "Come on in, take your seats, anywhere you'd like."
Clarion sat down at one of the desks that was both close to the pedestal and the window. This way she wouldn't have to worry about not being able to see or hear, and she had a view of the castle grounds. Up until now she had done all her learning in the library of the palace that she had grown up in and the huge window was just like the ones there. It was comforting to be in some place that almost felt familiar and comfortable.
Hyacinth took the seat beside her while Mary and Snow sat in the row directly behind them. They must have all had similar ideas about being close to the window and the teacher. Then again, it was more likely that they wanted to sit near both her and Hyacinth.
"Alright everyone, I'd like you to take out your wands and set them aside, we'll be using them in a few moments. Afterwards, I ask that you all open your textbooks to page seven," Flitwick stated.
Clarion pulled out her wand and put it at the top of the desk. It was a white colored wood that consisted of a spruce-pine blend and measured around ten inches in length. The wand's core consisted of a Kneazle Whisker. This core in particular was popularly known for its specialization in transfiguration and conjuration spells. What probably made it seem so beautiful was the intricate carvings that made it look like vines were wrapped around it.
Ollivander had been excited when she and Archie entered his wand shop a few months ago. He had asked her a few questions and went merrily trotting around the room, looking for a specific wand. When he returned with a box in hand he lifted the top and revealed the most beautiful wand she had ever seen.
The class went by quickly and by the end of it the students had been given syllabi that laid out what the class would be like for the rest of the school year. They hadn't practiced any spells yet since the first class had merely been an introduction and they had been comparing wand cores. Flitwick got especially excited when he pointed out the wand cores that specialized in casting charms.
When the bell rang, dismissing class, everyone gathered their things and exited the room. In the hallway, Penelope and Holland were waiting for them. Penelope seemed significantly less irritable and a lot less like she was about to slap Holland. Plus, there weren't any signs that she had taken her anger out on him either.
"Alright everyone, off to your next class," she called out. The cluster of Ravenclaws followed her back to the staircase. "Now, every morning you will go there for your charms class, but your second class will alternate between History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Holland quickly butted in, "Sadly, you're not going to Defense Against the Dark Arts, today."
Penelope let out a sigh, "For once Holland has a point. Today you'll be going to your History of Magic class."
"What's wrong with History of Magic class?" Hyacinth asked from beside Snow and Holland.
The older boy turned to him, "History of Magic has to be the most boring class ever."
"It can't possibly be that bad."
"Oh, but it is," Holland justified, "The class is taught by Professor Binns. He's so boring that he fell asleep in the teacher's' lounge and died. Yet he still teaches the class, even as a ghost!"
"I'm sorry I asked."
They soon arrived at classroom 4F and Holland and Penelope left once more. Boy was Holland right about the class being boring. The room itself was dark and grey, and Professor Binns was dozing off at his desk. Ghosts don't even need sleep!
Things only got worse when the ghost professor woke up and introduced himself. He spoke with a wheezy, droning voice that nearly put them all to sleep. By the end of the class, Clarion was the only one who had managed to stay awake. She was just as lost as the others as to what the lecture had been about, however.
The princess had spent the entire time staring down at the red envelope with the Gryffindor emblem on it. After a few moments she had finally gotten the courage to open it. Without trying to rip it, Clarion lifted the wax seal and pulled out the parchment. For a moment she was in awe at how nice Dale's handwriting was before she actually began to read.
Dearest Princess,
Meet me in the corridor after lunch.
~ Dale
Clarion blushed and glanced to either side of her to see if anyone had noticed. She then turned her attention back to the letter. It was obvious that she was curious about finding out what Dale wanted to say. But also, she was excited to tell him that she had finally come up with answer.
Thankfully, lunch was right after second period. Back in the Great Hall, everyone was awake and lively. Just about everyone was talking about their morning classes. Clarion, Hyacinth, and Mary all listened intently to Penelope and her friends telling about their morning classes. Meanwhile though, Snow and Holland were considered borderline snogging.
For most of the lunch Clarion kept glancing over at the Gryffindor table. She had finally made her decision about Dale, but she wanted to tell him in person. The only problem was that she couldn't find him anywhere.
When lunch came to an end it was time for herbology. Out in the corridor there were students running around and scrambling to their next class. The Ravenclaws easily made their way across the sea of people and began heading outside to the greenhouse.
Clarion was about to follow the others out when she caught a glimpse of a familiar pair of green eyes, "Dale!"
He smiled at her and dismissed himself from the group of boys he had been conversing with. Dale walked up to her and leaned up against the wall. "You made it."
"Yeah, was there something you wanted to tell me?" Clarion asked.
"Not really, I just needed an excuse to see you again," he replied smoothly.
Her cheeks turned bright pink and she smiled, "Oh really. Well I think you'll be happy to hear that I have an answer to your previous offer."
"And that would be?"
"I would gladly accept your offer to show me around."
A smile broke out across Dale's face. "Alright, so I'll see you tonight then?"
"Uh, sure," Clarion replied without really thinking.
Why would he show her around tonight, they both had curfews and the teachers would all be busy. What was he planning? Before Clarion could ask him, Dale disappeared back into the crowd.
"Come on Clarion! Everybody's waiting!" Snow called out.
"Coming!" Clarion answered as she ran to catch up with the others.
Hello everyone! Not much going on in this chapter other than Clarion giving Dale an answer. For those of you who have been asking, Milori will either be in the next chapter or the one right after that. Now since there is a total of seven Harry Potter books, there will be eight in total for this crossover series cause it starts out one year before the events of the first book. Clarion and Milori become friends, but will not be in a relationship at least until the end of Prisoner of Azkaban or the beginning of Goblet of Fire. In the mean time, Clarion has one or two other relationships, but don't kill me over it cause she and Milori will end up together (although one relationship you have the right to yell at me and JadeVictoriaDH considering I'm not sure which one of us came up with the idea of Clarion being in a relationship with G*******, all I know is that it spiraled out of control from there).
