A/N: Well, welcome to my second chapter of my story. Most of the story is
written from Olivia's diary, some from news headlines from The Daily
Prophet (another wonderful creation by JK) and some are in normal story
narrative style in 3rd person.
Disclaimer: This story is loosely connected to HP, but still, it has some stuff that belongs to JK. But the rest, and most of it, belong to ME!
Chapter Two- Olivia's Big Day
1st September 1711
Dear Diary,
Today was my big day; I have waited all summer, and indeed, all my life, for this day. Today, Mama and Papa and Henry kissed me goodbye, as I left to board the carriage which will take me to Hogwarts. It is a long trail of carriages pulled by something I couldn't see; but the thing could've been invisible, or indeed nothing, for this is the magical world. (A/N: They didn't have trains then, so therefore no Hogwarts Express, unless they all wanted to be hanged by the Muggles.)
I boarded the train. There was a nasty, greasy, slimy boy up in front of me, smirking. It turned out his name was Seth Snape. He is higher class than me, and his family is rumoured to be Dark Wizards. Papa says never to trust a Snape. He also says many other things, but they are all obscenities and blasphemies, so I must never speak of them. There was another nasty boy of a higher class to me, who seemed to be a friend of Snape. His name was Lucifer Malfoy. The Malfoys are also a family to be wary of.
But, I also met Simeon Black, who was a laugh, Romulus Lupin, who is kind and quiet, and Prentice Pettigrew, who I didn't like all that much of, for there is something ratty about him. I also met Virtue and Chastity Daffodilla, two blonde twins. They were all nice, and I can tell that we are all to be great friends.
We finally arrived at the castle. I was awed. Great slabs of timeless stone faced me, staring blankly, as I looked at their impressive frame silhouetted against the twilight sky. The lake was calm, and sparkling, the forest, tall and green.
The gamekeeper, Ol' Ogden Mills (Martha's papa), led us by lantern light to the lake, where we boarded some boats, which sailed to a cave across the lake, where we were led to an empty chamber, where we were greeted by a tall no-nonsense-looking old man. He had tanned skin, which was carved by wrinkles.
He explained the four houses, though I already knew them all: there was Gryffindor, where my family all had been at their time here, and where I wanted to be. It was the house of chivalry and bravery and courage. Then there is Ravenclaw, where the clever belong. Then, Hufflepuff, where the loyal and hard working are placed, then Slytherin where the evil and cunning and determined live. I wished with all my soul, that I would not shame my family to be put in there. No one had ever told me how you were placed in the houses. I had no idea.
So, I was shocked when I found out that we were to wear an old hat, which would tell us where we belonged.
All my friends and I were placed into Gryffindor, and I was pleased. Malfoy and Snape went to Slytherin. They deserve it; they are most definitely evil.
Then we feasted, and I have never had such great food. Then, afterwards, we were taken to our common room, and my girlfriends and I said goodnight to the boys, as we went into our respective dormitories, which is where I am now.
Yours, Olivia.
3rd September 1711
Dear diary, Already, and I haven't spent a week at Hogwarts, and I am in trouble. It's all Prentice's fault, of course; Simeon was the one who thought to put dragon's dung in Malfoy and Snape's lunch, and I was the one who helped and did most of it, and so Prentice took it upon himself to be the one who told all. I went with the two boys to the kitchens (a friendly prefect showed us how to get there) and the House Elves were ever so cooperative. Though, they did seem a bit worried. However, when we questioned by a teacher (Professor Wontonne), he blamed everything on me! Call himself a marauder! (A/N: Yes, I know that Olivia is writing over 300 years before the Marauders, but I doubt an eighteenth century person is going to say Prankster.) A marauder never blames others, or betrays a fellow marauder. So, Simeon and I had to scrub the dungeon floors, but Prentice managed to get out detention, by saying that he had nothing to do with it. The cheek! So, Simeon and I are going to get back him, our so-called friend. I got a letter from mummy today. She says she's missing me already. I miss her, Papa, Henry, and Henrietta, and all my dolls. I could only bring Annabel with me. I didn't get any home news, though, but it would only make me homesick, to be only freshly away from home to be taunted with things I am missing out on. She'll tell me more about what's going on at home, when I've settled in more, like she did for Henry and Henrietta.
Yours, Olivia.
16th September 1711
Dear Diary, I have been at Hogwarts for just over a fortnight, and I have settled in astonishingly quickly; Hogwarts is like my second home.
I've also had enough time, to become closer to those in my dorm, as well as those who I met on the train, who are my bestest special friends. Chastity and Virtue are quite hard to tell apart, if neither spoke, but once they do, you find they have different sounding voices, and different laughs, and cries, and screams, and have contrasting personalities.
However, I do not get on with everyone in my dormitory; "Lady" Ursula (she claims to be blue-blooded, and says that her parents are the Right Honourable Lord and Lady Prestine, however, I have my doubts) is snobbish, haughty, vain and proud, and has an annoying whiny voice, and sniffs in discontent and regards everyone as "lesser mortals" and "commoners". Therefore, Virtue, Chastity and I have dubbed her as "Lady Haughty."
Satina is virtuous, pretty, gentle and maternal, and extremely feminine. She is the eldest, and we refer to her lovingly as "Our Mother". She says she wishes to be wed as soon as possible, and she will devote herself to him -her future husband- and will take care of her potential children, and will make sure she has many and numerous. That is her flaw; I do not wish to be a mother and wife, and that's all. Henrietta would readily agree with Satina. However, I can see that, she is frail, and if ever she were to have a child, why, it'd probably kill her. The child would probably be weak as well.
Yours, Olivia.
23RD September 1711,
Dear Diary,
I hate potions! The teacher, Professor Snape Senior, is Snape's father, and also, is Malfoy's uncle. So, Snape told Daddy dearest, about that prank (A/N: I know, I know, I said that I doubted that an eighteenth century person would use "Prank", but I'm the author!!!), so Simeon, Prentice and I had to go through sarcasm, unfair criticism etc. We'd already had our punishment! Oh, I'll make sure Prentice regrets ever telling about Simeon and I!
Yours, Olivia.
Disclaimer: This story is loosely connected to HP, but still, it has some stuff that belongs to JK. But the rest, and most of it, belong to ME!
Chapter Two- Olivia's Big Day
1st September 1711
Dear Diary,
Today was my big day; I have waited all summer, and indeed, all my life, for this day. Today, Mama and Papa and Henry kissed me goodbye, as I left to board the carriage which will take me to Hogwarts. It is a long trail of carriages pulled by something I couldn't see; but the thing could've been invisible, or indeed nothing, for this is the magical world. (A/N: They didn't have trains then, so therefore no Hogwarts Express, unless they all wanted to be hanged by the Muggles.)
I boarded the train. There was a nasty, greasy, slimy boy up in front of me, smirking. It turned out his name was Seth Snape. He is higher class than me, and his family is rumoured to be Dark Wizards. Papa says never to trust a Snape. He also says many other things, but they are all obscenities and blasphemies, so I must never speak of them. There was another nasty boy of a higher class to me, who seemed to be a friend of Snape. His name was Lucifer Malfoy. The Malfoys are also a family to be wary of.
But, I also met Simeon Black, who was a laugh, Romulus Lupin, who is kind and quiet, and Prentice Pettigrew, who I didn't like all that much of, for there is something ratty about him. I also met Virtue and Chastity Daffodilla, two blonde twins. They were all nice, and I can tell that we are all to be great friends.
We finally arrived at the castle. I was awed. Great slabs of timeless stone faced me, staring blankly, as I looked at their impressive frame silhouetted against the twilight sky. The lake was calm, and sparkling, the forest, tall and green.
The gamekeeper, Ol' Ogden Mills (Martha's papa), led us by lantern light to the lake, where we boarded some boats, which sailed to a cave across the lake, where we were led to an empty chamber, where we were greeted by a tall no-nonsense-looking old man. He had tanned skin, which was carved by wrinkles.
He explained the four houses, though I already knew them all: there was Gryffindor, where my family all had been at their time here, and where I wanted to be. It was the house of chivalry and bravery and courage. Then there is Ravenclaw, where the clever belong. Then, Hufflepuff, where the loyal and hard working are placed, then Slytherin where the evil and cunning and determined live. I wished with all my soul, that I would not shame my family to be put in there. No one had ever told me how you were placed in the houses. I had no idea.
So, I was shocked when I found out that we were to wear an old hat, which would tell us where we belonged.
All my friends and I were placed into Gryffindor, and I was pleased. Malfoy and Snape went to Slytherin. They deserve it; they are most definitely evil.
Then we feasted, and I have never had such great food. Then, afterwards, we were taken to our common room, and my girlfriends and I said goodnight to the boys, as we went into our respective dormitories, which is where I am now.
Yours, Olivia.
3rd September 1711
Dear diary, Already, and I haven't spent a week at Hogwarts, and I am in trouble. It's all Prentice's fault, of course; Simeon was the one who thought to put dragon's dung in Malfoy and Snape's lunch, and I was the one who helped and did most of it, and so Prentice took it upon himself to be the one who told all. I went with the two boys to the kitchens (a friendly prefect showed us how to get there) and the House Elves were ever so cooperative. Though, they did seem a bit worried. However, when we questioned by a teacher (Professor Wontonne), he blamed everything on me! Call himself a marauder! (A/N: Yes, I know that Olivia is writing over 300 years before the Marauders, but I doubt an eighteenth century person is going to say Prankster.) A marauder never blames others, or betrays a fellow marauder. So, Simeon and I had to scrub the dungeon floors, but Prentice managed to get out detention, by saying that he had nothing to do with it. The cheek! So, Simeon and I are going to get back him, our so-called friend. I got a letter from mummy today. She says she's missing me already. I miss her, Papa, Henry, and Henrietta, and all my dolls. I could only bring Annabel with me. I didn't get any home news, though, but it would only make me homesick, to be only freshly away from home to be taunted with things I am missing out on. She'll tell me more about what's going on at home, when I've settled in more, like she did for Henry and Henrietta.
Yours, Olivia.
16th September 1711
Dear Diary, I have been at Hogwarts for just over a fortnight, and I have settled in astonishingly quickly; Hogwarts is like my second home.
I've also had enough time, to become closer to those in my dorm, as well as those who I met on the train, who are my bestest special friends. Chastity and Virtue are quite hard to tell apart, if neither spoke, but once they do, you find they have different sounding voices, and different laughs, and cries, and screams, and have contrasting personalities.
However, I do not get on with everyone in my dormitory; "Lady" Ursula (she claims to be blue-blooded, and says that her parents are the Right Honourable Lord and Lady Prestine, however, I have my doubts) is snobbish, haughty, vain and proud, and has an annoying whiny voice, and sniffs in discontent and regards everyone as "lesser mortals" and "commoners". Therefore, Virtue, Chastity and I have dubbed her as "Lady Haughty."
Satina is virtuous, pretty, gentle and maternal, and extremely feminine. She is the eldest, and we refer to her lovingly as "Our Mother". She says she wishes to be wed as soon as possible, and she will devote herself to him -her future husband- and will take care of her potential children, and will make sure she has many and numerous. That is her flaw; I do not wish to be a mother and wife, and that's all. Henrietta would readily agree with Satina. However, I can see that, she is frail, and if ever she were to have a child, why, it'd probably kill her. The child would probably be weak as well.
Yours, Olivia.
23RD September 1711,
Dear Diary,
I hate potions! The teacher, Professor Snape Senior, is Snape's father, and also, is Malfoy's uncle. So, Snape told Daddy dearest, about that prank (A/N: I know, I know, I said that I doubted that an eighteenth century person would use "Prank", but I'm the author!!!), so Simeon, Prentice and I had to go through sarcasm, unfair criticism etc. We'd already had our punishment! Oh, I'll make sure Prentice regrets ever telling about Simeon and I!
Yours, Olivia.