Why do we choose to be separate? Why do we classify ourselves? Is it to say, "I'm better than you are" or " my class is higher than yours"? Classes just divided people. Unwritten laws keep them in line, prevent them from interacting, preventing helpless love. Then as soon as they separate, they push back together and force them to live in harmony. Like teaching the lion to attack the helpless beast and then make it live with it, without attacking it. We can use countless analogies to prove this point, but we will never resolve it. Classes, categories, orders, ranks, they all mean the same. Separation from one another, the most cruel punishment, but not nearly as cruel and separation with replacement

He was there everyday. Never a sick day, never a skip off. I wondered if he did it just to annoy me, just to stab me in the heart and push it in further with every passing day. I had to see him through out the day. Always the same smirk, always the same comments.

" Hey Raven! Studied enough today?"

His cruel words pierced my mind and stayed with me, until the next comments rained down.

" Some day" I think, " someday I will show him. I'm not just a meek mouse, I'm a Ravenclaw, we are strong and witty, the hat put me here for a reason."

I slump on the couch in my common room. I sigh

" What am I going to do" I say aloud

" What troubles you?"

I turn to see my friend, Orla Quirke

" Everything"

"Estel, why not tell your mother?"

" I don't want to run to my mother" I say, " I'm stronger than that"

" You will have to one day"

" I know" I say and stare out of the window

These were the staring days of Hogwarts. The 4 founders, their children and a few others. There were only 16 of us that first year. The year was 617.

I had my 16th birthday only a fortnight ago, and yet, it felt like an eternity.

I am Rowena's daughter, Estel Ravenclaw.

" Why do you let him trouble you?" she asks

" Because he haunts me"

I often sit in the common room and look upon all of Hogwarts and think

" I wonder if I'll ever return" I say

" To where?"

" Raven's Lair" I say dreamily " Ireland"

" you are destined to be Queen with Cedric as your king" she says
" but I don't want Gryffindor" I say looking at my crown " I want Silver and green"
why does the class system tear us apart. He knows I love him, I know he loves me. Classes, ranks, all tearing us away everyday

" Hell has laid her egg" I think " and it has hatched"