DISCLAIMER!!!:I don't own Harry Potter. Jewel is my own made up character,
and I may add other characters of my own in every now and then. Thank you.
'Another lousy day at Hogwarts,' I think as I get up. Once again, Pansy is moaning over Draco's breakup with her. "Pansy, shut it," I say. "It's been one whole month."
"I thought we had so much, though," she whines.
"You're lying to yourself and you know it," I snap as I pull on my robes. I hastily pull my deep red hair back so it doesn't get in my face. I can put it up more skillfully later; I just want to get out of the room as quickly as possible. I glance in my mirror and I see that my tell-tale eyes are slowly fading back to green. I slip on my shoes and apply some lip gloss as I wait for my eyes to fade fully back.
I go into the common room. I see nobody interesting there, so I head out.
As I go into the entrance hall, I see a small group of people gathered around a newly erected sign. I push my way through the crowd. I hear Filch screaming at Peeves as I read:
Attention all
fifth years!!!
Mr. Ollivander will be here next Monday morning to check your wands. This is entirely routine; it is just to make sure your wands are in correct working order. We will be taking an hour out of your morning lessons for this check. Report to the Great Hall immediately after breakfast to have it checked.
Thank You,
the Hogwarts staff.
'Wand check, huh?' I think as I walk into the great hall. 'Well, I guess it's for the best.'
I go and sit next to Draco, who has just arrived. Crabbe turns to yell at me for taking his seat next to Draco, but when he sees it's me, he shuts his mouth and sits next to me. I have a perfect view of Harry Potter from where I sit. I watch him butter his toast, with the Granger girl talking to him. I see that he doesn't seem to be paying attention. She realizes this also, and yells at him. I know she's talking about homework. What else could she be talking about with that much passion? From out of nowhere, the redheaded twins sit across from Harry, blocking my view.
"Jewel? What's wrong with your eyes?" Draco asks me as I look away from Harry.
"What? Oh, nothing," I reply as I dig my sunglasses out of my bag. They used to be blue tinted, but I changed them to green in honor of Slytherin. I hear a familiar sound, like dozens of paper bags being thrown onto the ground, and think that the owls must be here. I look for my snowy owl among the rush of brown and black, but see none. All of the sudden, I see him. I watch his descent, but then he lands at Harry's table. 'Harry has a snowy owl too?' I think. 'How interesting…' Finally I see my owl. "Hey Jasper," I say as he lands in front of me. "How're you today?" I ask him. He looks at me hungrily, and I remember that I haven't yet served myself breakfast. I quickly pour some oatmeal, and he laps some up in a rush. As he is having his fill, I remove the letter from his leg. In the envelope is not only a letter, but also the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. I read the letter first, 'Jewel, hope you are doing well. Your mother and I are off to the U.S. to pick up all the remaining things in our old house. I must go now, the fire won't be burning much longer. Love, Dad. P.S.-We met Lucius the other day. He seems like a rather unpleasant fellow. I wouldn't get mixed up with his son if I were you.'
I scan through the Daily Prophet but see no interesting stories. I decide it is time to go back up to the common room and sleep some more. I didn't get much sleep last night because of Pansy's crying. I'm getting up as I overhear Draco saying, "Did you hear her? Her owl's name is Jasper! I wouldn't be surprised if her mum's name is Ruby and her dad's name is some other type of rock!" I resist the urge to smack him, but only because I can use this against him later, and because I could feel my eyes glowing bright red. I can tell that the sunglasses won't be helping if I get much angrier. I head down to the common room. "Pickled rats," I say. The door slides open. I see Pansy crying on one of the chairs. I quickly run upstairs before she spots me. I throw all of my stuff onto the floor, take a quick look in the mirror, and fling myself onto my bed. I'm looking up at my canopy, drifting off to sleep, when Harry enters my mind again. "I wonder if I'm right…" I murmur. "I wonder if we are…" I drift off to sleep.
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'Another lousy day at Hogwarts,' I think as I get up. Once again, Pansy is moaning over Draco's breakup with her. "Pansy, shut it," I say. "It's been one whole month."
"I thought we had so much, though," she whines.
"You're lying to yourself and you know it," I snap as I pull on my robes. I hastily pull my deep red hair back so it doesn't get in my face. I can put it up more skillfully later; I just want to get out of the room as quickly as possible. I glance in my mirror and I see that my tell-tale eyes are slowly fading back to green. I slip on my shoes and apply some lip gloss as I wait for my eyes to fade fully back.
I go into the common room. I see nobody interesting there, so I head out.
As I go into the entrance hall, I see a small group of people gathered around a newly erected sign. I push my way through the crowd. I hear Filch screaming at Peeves as I read:
Attention all
fifth years!!!
Mr. Ollivander will be here next Monday morning to check your wands. This is entirely routine; it is just to make sure your wands are in correct working order. We will be taking an hour out of your morning lessons for this check. Report to the Great Hall immediately after breakfast to have it checked.
Thank You,
the Hogwarts staff.
'Wand check, huh?' I think as I walk into the great hall. 'Well, I guess it's for the best.'
I go and sit next to Draco, who has just arrived. Crabbe turns to yell at me for taking his seat next to Draco, but when he sees it's me, he shuts his mouth and sits next to me. I have a perfect view of Harry Potter from where I sit. I watch him butter his toast, with the Granger girl talking to him. I see that he doesn't seem to be paying attention. She realizes this also, and yells at him. I know she's talking about homework. What else could she be talking about with that much passion? From out of nowhere, the redheaded twins sit across from Harry, blocking my view.
"Jewel? What's wrong with your eyes?" Draco asks me as I look away from Harry.
"What? Oh, nothing," I reply as I dig my sunglasses out of my bag. They used to be blue tinted, but I changed them to green in honor of Slytherin. I hear a familiar sound, like dozens of paper bags being thrown onto the ground, and think that the owls must be here. I look for my snowy owl among the rush of brown and black, but see none. All of the sudden, I see him. I watch his descent, but then he lands at Harry's table. 'Harry has a snowy owl too?' I think. 'How interesting…' Finally I see my owl. "Hey Jasper," I say as he lands in front of me. "How're you today?" I ask him. He looks at me hungrily, and I remember that I haven't yet served myself breakfast. I quickly pour some oatmeal, and he laps some up in a rush. As he is having his fill, I remove the letter from his leg. In the envelope is not only a letter, but also the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. I read the letter first, 'Jewel, hope you are doing well. Your mother and I are off to the U.S. to pick up all the remaining things in our old house. I must go now, the fire won't be burning much longer. Love, Dad. P.S.-We met Lucius the other day. He seems like a rather unpleasant fellow. I wouldn't get mixed up with his son if I were you.'
I scan through the Daily Prophet but see no interesting stories. I decide it is time to go back up to the common room and sleep some more. I didn't get much sleep last night because of Pansy's crying. I'm getting up as I overhear Draco saying, "Did you hear her? Her owl's name is Jasper! I wouldn't be surprised if her mum's name is Ruby and her dad's name is some other type of rock!" I resist the urge to smack him, but only because I can use this against him later, and because I could feel my eyes glowing bright red. I can tell that the sunglasses won't be helping if I get much angrier. I head down to the common room. "Pickled rats," I say. The door slides open. I see Pansy crying on one of the chairs. I quickly run upstairs before she spots me. I throw all of my stuff onto the floor, take a quick look in the mirror, and fling myself onto my bed. I'm looking up at my canopy, drifting off to sleep, when Harry enters my mind again. "I wonder if I'm right…" I murmur. "I wonder if we are…" I drift off to sleep.
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