Ami Dubree wandered aimlessly in the cold, musty chambers of the dungeon,
the bottoms of her bare feet chilled by the cool stone floor. She was too
frightened by the gargoyles watching her from the perch of her windowsill
in upper levels of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She hoped
she might spot him. She could only call the boy him because she knew
neither his name nor anything about him. She could only hope he was a
Ravenclaw as she was. When she first saw him in line to be sorted into
houses with the other first years, she knew she wanted to get to know him.
His cool gray eyes, his blonde hair, smoothly slicked back with gel, and
his pale skin, apparently shielded from the sun more often than not, stood
out and immediately attracted her. She brought her hand up to her mouth,
contemplating whether to transform her thoughts into actions while
conveniently sucking on her fingers and biting her nails, which she knew
was a wretched habit, but unstoppable. Her mother even placed a charm on
them when she was eight, which made them taste like pig feet. She became
immune and began to enjoy the taste, however, so it was no use. By the
time she had pulled her hand away and looked up towards the front of the
line where he was standing, he was gone and it was her turn to be sorted.
She cursed under her breath (yes, she knew exactly one cuss word -
dungbidget) and moved up to sit on the little stool atop her hands, so she
would not bite her nails in front of the entire school. First impressions
are important, of course. She held her breath as the strange talking hat
was placed atop her head.
"RAVENCLAW!" it yelled loudly and a long table of her new comrades jumped up in glee that the seemingly normal witch to be was placed in their house. She tried to look around for the boy she had spotted, but was quickly whisked away to a comfortable chair where voices floated about in congratulations and glee. She decided finally to go with the flow and see what the Ravenclaw life had in store for her. She directed her attention to the front as a tall, slim girl moved towards the table. She had apparently been placed in Ravenclaw as well. How long had she been day dreaming? As the girl plopped down next to her, Ami put on her biggest smile and introduced herself.
"Hey! I'm Ami! Congrats on getting into Ravenclaw too! We're gonna be classmates! Gee whiz, I can't wait!" The girl slightly nodded her head in acknowledgement and a few strands of her jet-black hair fell in front of her piercing green eye. She was gorgeous with flawless skin and long hair that shined and flowed down to her back with large green eyes and full lips. Ami suddenly became quite self-conscious about her own looks. She was short with dirty blonde hair and muddy brown eyes and freckles scattered about from too much time spent in the sunlight. Even the size of her boobs was all wrong. She had spent many a night looking at herself in the mirror with her stupid training bra, while imagining she had boobs the size of Brittany Richardson, her muggle neighbor. Now back to the girl at hand.
"Hello," she said in a lovely monotone voice, which conveyed no exuberance or excitement or any emotion whatsoever. "I'm Jesmyn. Jesmyn Morrow. Nice to make a friend so quickly. I was truly freaking out until this point." I would have never known by the way that her voice ran so calmly.
"Wow! I would've never guessed!" I exclaimed in my overly emotional voice. "Are you ready? I am soo ready for everything. The teachers, the classmates, quiddich, wands, potions." Her last words were cut by the sudden appearance of food on their plates and tables. More than Ami had ever seen! Mini sausages sat next to chocolate frogs sat next to Caesar salad sat next to steak sat next to every flavored jelly beans. It was amazing. Neither Ami nor her new friend said any more words. They were too busy digging into the mounds of endless food. That night, prefect Darien Detoma led the troupe of Ravenclaws away from the Great Hall towards the place that would be their sleeping quarters for the next seven years. While exiting, Ami spotted something she had longed for deep down; a hunger food couldn't cure. She spotted him. So he wasn't a figment of her overly vivid imagination! He was headed for the dungeon. She stopped, and intended to follow him in a spur of the moment decision. Jesmyn, who pulled her back in line, halted that decision. " What are you doing, Ami? Ravenclaw goes THIS way." Since dinner, Jesmyn and Ami had a nice long discussion and realized they had a lot in common. The both loved soup and talking and not talking.
The Ravenclaw common room was hidden behind a large statue of a soldier. It was ~ shiny ~ and was holding a sharp axe that appeared to be ready to sever off the limbs of any unsuspecting first year. "Now, all you first years remember the password," prefect Darien said in a firm voice he had obviously practiced many times before. "Muffle," he muttered. The statue's axe rose high in the air and a door opened in the stones.
"That's muggle language for you. Not able to understand, but fun for passwords," Jesmyn said in her usual monotone voice as she and Ami bobbled through the opening into a marvy room. Gray stone walls were draped with silver and blue cloth and tapestries depicting the Ravenclaw logo. Plush blue velvet overstuffed chairs and silver beans bags were strewn about and mahogany desks and tables were positioned readily available for students' scrolls and books. A fire was burning happily in the fireplace.
"Okay. Girls' dorms to the right, and boys' to the right. Now, off to bed or the gargoyles will catch you!" prefect Darien yelled as he shoed everyone to bed. Ami and Jesmyn hurried up the spiral staircase to a large room with bunk beads draped in quilts made with blue and silver cloth.
"Quite a theme they've got here, eh?" Ami asked as she and Jesmyn rushed for the bunk beds near the large window from which gray moonlight trickled into. All the first years were excited to go to their first day of classes so they hopped into their jim-jams and drifted to sleep.
Ami, however, couldn't get him out of her head. Yes, through all that had happened that evening, she was still captivated and imprisoned by those few moments where she had spotted what appeared to be sure bliss. Also, though she would never admit it, her sleeplessness may have been partly cause from the corny gargoyle comment from the silly prefect Darien. The eerie light made the gargoyles appear to move. This drove Ami off the edge and off the bed as she began to walk, almost in a trance. She wandered. Down the spiral stairs. Through the opening in the stone wall down the hall. Down, down, down. She continued with nothing but her jim-jams and didn't come out of her trance until she felt the floor of the dungeon. Her subconscious led her there, for that's where she last saw him. She doubted she'd see anyone at all now, at this time of night, especially him. She wasn't expecting at all the creaking that she heard as someone besides her descended the ruddy wooden staircase into the dungeon. She squinted, attempting to make out the shadow approaching. All she could make out was a silhouetto of a man.
Scaramouch! Scaramouch! Will you do the fandango? Thunderbolts and lightening, verv very frightening me!
Hey. I hope you liked my story. This is my first real long one that I wrote for fun. Obviously it is about a girl in Harry's level at Hogwarts. I thought it would be nice to do some in depth stuff about one of the least talked about houses, Ravenclaw. I tend to go off on tangents. Sorry about that. Also, I was biting my nails while writing, so that's how that came up. Mini Sausages are via Tigrechica (Dani's story!) and the talking/not talking thing is from a good movie.Best in Show. The last line is from Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, one of my favorite songs right now. Classic rock! Well, if you liked that, please R&R. The more motivation, the more I'll write! Thanks for your time!
"RAVENCLAW!" it yelled loudly and a long table of her new comrades jumped up in glee that the seemingly normal witch to be was placed in their house. She tried to look around for the boy she had spotted, but was quickly whisked away to a comfortable chair where voices floated about in congratulations and glee. She decided finally to go with the flow and see what the Ravenclaw life had in store for her. She directed her attention to the front as a tall, slim girl moved towards the table. She had apparently been placed in Ravenclaw as well. How long had she been day dreaming? As the girl plopped down next to her, Ami put on her biggest smile and introduced herself.
"Hey! I'm Ami! Congrats on getting into Ravenclaw too! We're gonna be classmates! Gee whiz, I can't wait!" The girl slightly nodded her head in acknowledgement and a few strands of her jet-black hair fell in front of her piercing green eye. She was gorgeous with flawless skin and long hair that shined and flowed down to her back with large green eyes and full lips. Ami suddenly became quite self-conscious about her own looks. She was short with dirty blonde hair and muddy brown eyes and freckles scattered about from too much time spent in the sunlight. Even the size of her boobs was all wrong. She had spent many a night looking at herself in the mirror with her stupid training bra, while imagining she had boobs the size of Brittany Richardson, her muggle neighbor. Now back to the girl at hand.
"Hello," she said in a lovely monotone voice, which conveyed no exuberance or excitement or any emotion whatsoever. "I'm Jesmyn. Jesmyn Morrow. Nice to make a friend so quickly. I was truly freaking out until this point." I would have never known by the way that her voice ran so calmly.
"Wow! I would've never guessed!" I exclaimed in my overly emotional voice. "Are you ready? I am soo ready for everything. The teachers, the classmates, quiddich, wands, potions." Her last words were cut by the sudden appearance of food on their plates and tables. More than Ami had ever seen! Mini sausages sat next to chocolate frogs sat next to Caesar salad sat next to steak sat next to every flavored jelly beans. It was amazing. Neither Ami nor her new friend said any more words. They were too busy digging into the mounds of endless food. That night, prefect Darien Detoma led the troupe of Ravenclaws away from the Great Hall towards the place that would be their sleeping quarters for the next seven years. While exiting, Ami spotted something she had longed for deep down; a hunger food couldn't cure. She spotted him. So he wasn't a figment of her overly vivid imagination! He was headed for the dungeon. She stopped, and intended to follow him in a spur of the moment decision. Jesmyn, who pulled her back in line, halted that decision. " What are you doing, Ami? Ravenclaw goes THIS way." Since dinner, Jesmyn and Ami had a nice long discussion and realized they had a lot in common. The both loved soup and talking and not talking.
The Ravenclaw common room was hidden behind a large statue of a soldier. It was ~ shiny ~ and was holding a sharp axe that appeared to be ready to sever off the limbs of any unsuspecting first year. "Now, all you first years remember the password," prefect Darien said in a firm voice he had obviously practiced many times before. "Muffle," he muttered. The statue's axe rose high in the air and a door opened in the stones.
"That's muggle language for you. Not able to understand, but fun for passwords," Jesmyn said in her usual monotone voice as she and Ami bobbled through the opening into a marvy room. Gray stone walls were draped with silver and blue cloth and tapestries depicting the Ravenclaw logo. Plush blue velvet overstuffed chairs and silver beans bags were strewn about and mahogany desks and tables were positioned readily available for students' scrolls and books. A fire was burning happily in the fireplace.
"Okay. Girls' dorms to the right, and boys' to the right. Now, off to bed or the gargoyles will catch you!" prefect Darien yelled as he shoed everyone to bed. Ami and Jesmyn hurried up the spiral staircase to a large room with bunk beads draped in quilts made with blue and silver cloth.
"Quite a theme they've got here, eh?" Ami asked as she and Jesmyn rushed for the bunk beds near the large window from which gray moonlight trickled into. All the first years were excited to go to their first day of classes so they hopped into their jim-jams and drifted to sleep.
Ami, however, couldn't get him out of her head. Yes, through all that had happened that evening, she was still captivated and imprisoned by those few moments where she had spotted what appeared to be sure bliss. Also, though she would never admit it, her sleeplessness may have been partly cause from the corny gargoyle comment from the silly prefect Darien. The eerie light made the gargoyles appear to move. This drove Ami off the edge and off the bed as she began to walk, almost in a trance. She wandered. Down the spiral stairs. Through the opening in the stone wall down the hall. Down, down, down. She continued with nothing but her jim-jams and didn't come out of her trance until she felt the floor of the dungeon. Her subconscious led her there, for that's where she last saw him. She doubted she'd see anyone at all now, at this time of night, especially him. She wasn't expecting at all the creaking that she heard as someone besides her descended the ruddy wooden staircase into the dungeon. She squinted, attempting to make out the shadow approaching. All she could make out was a silhouetto of a man.
Scaramouch! Scaramouch! Will you do the fandango? Thunderbolts and lightening, verv very frightening me!
Hey. I hope you liked my story. This is my first real long one that I wrote for fun. Obviously it is about a girl in Harry's level at Hogwarts. I thought it would be nice to do some in depth stuff about one of the least talked about houses, Ravenclaw. I tend to go off on tangents. Sorry about that. Also, I was biting my nails while writing, so that's how that came up. Mini Sausages are via Tigrechica (Dani's story!) and the talking/not talking thing is from a good movie.Best in Show. The last line is from Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, one of my favorite songs right now. Classic rock! Well, if you liked that, please R&R. The more motivation, the more I'll write! Thanks for your time!