"This is what they gawk about?" She thought as she walked through the rain,
"Nothing special if you ask me." She said. I small black-haired girl looked
at her as she talked. "Take a picture hon, It'll last longer" She said as
the small girl cowered and ran away. She walked through the mud with an icy
stare to those who glanced at her. She walked slowly, surveying the faces
around here, seeing who would be an annoyance; and who may be fun.
She eyed no one in particular as she stepped into a carriage. The carriage stayed put as she pressed her face against the window and sighed. "Another new school, another new day, another group of people asking questions and seeking answers," she thought to herself as the window fogged up from her slow calm breathing. Suddenly the door opened and she heard voices behind her. She remained still, as if she hadn't noticed, as three male voices began talking about Quidditch and the new kids. She backed away from the window and wiped the imprints her face made. She then lifted her finger to the window and began to write in another language. "hera sey kamle" she wrote. "A new start" she whispered, reading the window. The boys stopped talking and looked at her. She ignored them and remained motionless, staring out the window. The carriage had begun to roll and she relaxed. Her head lay back against the pillow and her eyes closed, her arms crossed on top of her chest.
As if she fell asleep, she came to as the carriage slowed to a stop. The boys began getting out and heading towards the castle as she stayed still. Slowly and quietly, she stood up and exited the carriage. She had a look of sadness and secrets on her face, a look of desperation and hate. Her long cloak blew in the wind behind her as she looked up at a beautiful castle before her. "Still not much" she mumbled, and began walking. Her hair blew all around her face and became tangled and messy as she ascended the steps to the dark oak doors. Two small house-elves opened the great doors and allowed the 1st years in. She followed at the very end, walking slowly and gazing around. She smiled slightly as the house elves bowed. There not very many things that could make her smile, but the unending loyalty that the house elves showed was one of them. She bent down to her knees and her cloak swished to the ground. She held out her hand to the house elf on the right and he stared at her for a second. Slowly he reached his hand out and shook hers. "I am Dobby," He said excitedly. "Nice to meet you Dobby." She said, slowly letting go of his hand and standing up. She walked to the other house elf and did the same, meeting Crown, a small lady house elf with a small striped hat on to match her striped socks. She wore a small pillowcase that unlike Dobby's was clean and untattered.
She stood up again and walked through the doors, gazing around with a sullenly look on her face, easily amused by the scared 1st years. They nervously ran towards the main hall in front of her, scared of what would happen next. She entered the great hall behind them and saw the beautiful decorations. "Finally," she said monotone, "some color." She was slightly amazed but her face remained sullen and bored. She sat in a chair near the front table as the first years were sorted and waited as each nervous child found out where they would spend 7 years; if they lived through the whole time. The first years were finished being sorted and an old man, with half- moon shaped glasses and a long beard, stood up.
"Welcome students, new and old, to a new year at Hogwarts." He paused, surveying the students. "I would like to begin with the annual rules that no student is allowed into the Forbidden Forest. Next, we have a new teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, introducing, Pollier Domtervot." The hall rung with small applause, welcoming the new teacher, wondering if he would last longer than a year. "And last, but not least, I would like to introduce another new person to our school, a new student. Please welcome-" Suddenly the doors burst open and the entire hall looked at who was coming through the doorway. A few people gasped as they realized who it was.
She eyed no one in particular as she stepped into a carriage. The carriage stayed put as she pressed her face against the window and sighed. "Another new school, another new day, another group of people asking questions and seeking answers," she thought to herself as the window fogged up from her slow calm breathing. Suddenly the door opened and she heard voices behind her. She remained still, as if she hadn't noticed, as three male voices began talking about Quidditch and the new kids. She backed away from the window and wiped the imprints her face made. She then lifted her finger to the window and began to write in another language. "hera sey kamle" she wrote. "A new start" she whispered, reading the window. The boys stopped talking and looked at her. She ignored them and remained motionless, staring out the window. The carriage had begun to roll and she relaxed. Her head lay back against the pillow and her eyes closed, her arms crossed on top of her chest.
As if she fell asleep, she came to as the carriage slowed to a stop. The boys began getting out and heading towards the castle as she stayed still. Slowly and quietly, she stood up and exited the carriage. She had a look of sadness and secrets on her face, a look of desperation and hate. Her long cloak blew in the wind behind her as she looked up at a beautiful castle before her. "Still not much" she mumbled, and began walking. Her hair blew all around her face and became tangled and messy as she ascended the steps to the dark oak doors. Two small house-elves opened the great doors and allowed the 1st years in. She followed at the very end, walking slowly and gazing around. She smiled slightly as the house elves bowed. There not very many things that could make her smile, but the unending loyalty that the house elves showed was one of them. She bent down to her knees and her cloak swished to the ground. She held out her hand to the house elf on the right and he stared at her for a second. Slowly he reached his hand out and shook hers. "I am Dobby," He said excitedly. "Nice to meet you Dobby." She said, slowly letting go of his hand and standing up. She walked to the other house elf and did the same, meeting Crown, a small lady house elf with a small striped hat on to match her striped socks. She wore a small pillowcase that unlike Dobby's was clean and untattered.
She stood up again and walked through the doors, gazing around with a sullenly look on her face, easily amused by the scared 1st years. They nervously ran towards the main hall in front of her, scared of what would happen next. She entered the great hall behind them and saw the beautiful decorations. "Finally," she said monotone, "some color." She was slightly amazed but her face remained sullen and bored. She sat in a chair near the front table as the first years were sorted and waited as each nervous child found out where they would spend 7 years; if they lived through the whole time. The first years were finished being sorted and an old man, with half- moon shaped glasses and a long beard, stood up.
"Welcome students, new and old, to a new year at Hogwarts." He paused, surveying the students. "I would like to begin with the annual rules that no student is allowed into the Forbidden Forest. Next, we have a new teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, introducing, Pollier Domtervot." The hall rung with small applause, welcoming the new teacher, wondering if he would last longer than a year. "And last, but not least, I would like to introduce another new person to our school, a new student. Please welcome-" Suddenly the doors burst open and the entire hall looked at who was coming through the doorway. A few people gasped as they realized who it was.