Author's Note: Sorry its been forever. I went cross country with my family... I got a little busy... on the plus side you can expect at least 4 more chapters soon because I have them all hand written... oh and I know what's going to happen between a few people... and you guys have about 3 chapters until you find out... SO KEEP READING!

Disclaimer: I do not pretend to own nor do I own anything in the realm of Harry Potter... I only RENT them... what characters or situations that do not seem familiar I probably do stake claim to for odds are they are not original Potter. Enjoy!

Quidditch, Screams and Dresses

A cool autumn breeze swept through the Hogwarts grounds. The Ravenclaw Quidditch team stood on the pitch behind Eliza Carrew, their fearless leader, who at the moment was incredibly worried that they would not find replacements for Aiden McMarra and Torrie Bellia the two beaters who had collided into each other sustaining injuries that would keep them both out for at least the first half of the season. Eliza blew her captain's whistle and all the students on the pitch kicked off.

Eliza began to circle those trying out. Nick Jellthef tried not to look at the intimidating seventh year captain. Instead he scanned the players. Jeslyn Blackhardt hovered with her bleach blonde curls pulled into a messy loose bun at the back of her head. She was oddly frail looking in comparison to the built and brutish looking Keepers of the other houses, but she was truly better than the other three because she had speed on her side. Next to her was Ravenclaw's Seeker a third year by the name of Char Zachone. Char was easily the tallest in his year and the second tallest on the team.

"Now you must remember that the Quidditch pitch can be as dangerous as a battlefield especially for you beaters," Eliza said to the seven tryouts with a smirk.

Before she could instill another ounce of fear into their hearts a blood chilling scream broke the moment of silence. The scream did not come from the pitch. The scream did not come from out side of the castle walls. The scream came from within the Ravenclaw tower.

"MERLIN'S BEARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Leena had a pile of clothing which had all been turned a muddy greenish brown. All her beautiful gowns that once were the deepest purples, the brightest golds, the darkest greens were all the most disgusting color she had ever seen.

"Emma… I swear on my cousin Bellatrix's wand that if my dresses are not returned to their original state in the next thirty seconds I am going to curse you into next year. One dementor's kiss… Two dementor's kiss…"

"Leena… give Em a break… its magic she can fix it."

"Yeah Leena… listen to Gwen. I can fix it all I promise," Emma pleaded… sarcastically.

"Fifteen dementor's kiss… Seventeen dementor's kiss…"

"HEY YOU SKIPPED 16!" Emma shouted.

"And?

"Oh Leena, just stop being such a DRAMA QUEEN!" Emma screamed.

"TWENTY SEVEN DEMENTOR'S KISS!"

"Okay, okay I'll fix the dresses just calm down. Merlin don't get your panties in a twist," and with a wave of her wand and a muttered charm Emma returned Leena's gowns to their original states of perfection. "There. Are you happy now Miss Drama Queen?"

"Yes, quite," Leena replied, "Gwen? Pennie? Would you two like to borrow dresses? We could make any alterations you might need. It will be perfect."

"Leena, are you serious?" Pennie asked in disbelief.

"Of course I am."

"Hey! Hold it what about me?" Emma asked looking more and more distraught and left out by the second.

"Oh fine. I suppose you can borrow one too," Leena muttered begrudgingly not for one second looking away from the dresses in her wardrobe as if to protect them from whatever mishap should befall them next.

"Gwen got up from her bed and walked over to the open wardrobe. She let her fingers run along the soft satin of a deep purple gown. The fabric felt like liquid beneath Gwen's fingertips.

"Well… are you just going to look at the dress or are you going to try it on?" Leena asked with a bright smile on her pale face.

"I cant, Leena… I just its your dress I don't feel right about it."

"Honestly Gwen, I have plenty. Pick any dress you want. I'm serious about that. Come on try the purple one on… think of it as a belated birthday present," Leena argued as she took the dress off of the hanger, put it in Gwen's arms, and shoved the poor girl behind the changing screen.

The dress Gwen held was absolutely breathtaking. Quickly Gwen changed out of her uniform and into the gown. She felt the smooth material and the crinoline contrasted against her skin. She stepped out from behind the screen and from the reactions she received from her friends she knew the dress was perfect.

"Gwen… its like the dress was made for you! It makes you look like a princess…" Pennie squealed.

Hesitantly Gwen stepped in front of the mirror, and who she saw looking back at her was a girl she could not recognize. The girl looking back seemed happy. She was radiant in the deep purple gown with its gold embroidered halter neckline.

Gwen realized in that moment that for the first time she did not feel like herself but like a character from one of the books she used to cling to in the orphanage. She felt like Cinderella.

AN: I hope you liked the chapter. I added a few characters... oh and anticipate seeing Char around some more.