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Ch. 2
"Getting to know you."
Alastrine was led to her rooms by a tall, female prefect who had auburn hair pulled into a braid. A badge on her robes proclaimed her position, prefect, and name, Heather. Alastrine had to share the set of rooms, which included bathroom, bedroom, and study, with three other girls, all of whom she did not know, but were in her house and grade level.
She had never really been able to make friends before. Her grandmother always kept her very busy, what with all of the chores, tasks, errands, and duties. So, this was going to be quite an experience for her.
When she was shown the door to her rooms, black with two silver wings etched in it, along with her name, as well as her roommates.
Year 1 & 2
Alastrine Brygid
Etain Gemma
Ceara Dunn
Cassandra Aeskolkormis
Alastrine raised an eyebrow. The prefect, Heather, had said that only first years would be with her. Oh well, perhaps they had run out of rooms.
She turned the silver handle and entered. The front room was the study. There were four desks, one on the north side, one to the south, another to the east, and the last to the west. The room was large and circular. Between the northern and eastern desks was a fireplace, already lit, with a pile of wood beside it and a painting of four girls above it. One of them had her own face.
A door, between the north and west desks, opened and a tall, blonde- haired, violet-eyed girl stepped out. Alastrine whirled around, tearing her eyes from the painting, where the figures were all regarding her own with caution.
"Hello!" said the blonde. "I'm Ceara Dunn! You must be either Alastrine or Cassandra!"
"Alastrine Brygid." She stuck out her hand, trying to be pleasant. "Pleased to meet you."
Ceara took her hand and shook it friendlily, smiling. As soon as they dropped each other's hands, the door opened and a tall, brown haired girl with glasses entered. She had a scowl on her face.
"Hey!" said Ceara, "You must be Cassandra! I'm Ceara!" She extended her hand. Cassandra didn't take it.
Instead, she said, "You're a first year? All of you are first years?!"
"Um.yeah." said Ceara.
"Ack! There must have been a mistake! I'm supposed to be with my roommates from last year! I'm going to ask Madam Bran right now!"
With that, the bookish girl turned about and left the room, her painting likeliness leaving and going off into the corner in a similar act of displeasure.
Ceara and Alastrine were left in her wake to exchange looks in a stunned stillness.
Finally, Ceara cleared her throat, "Well, now.that was.uh.yeah."
"Yeah." Alastrine silently decided that this "Ceara Dunn" was OK. "Well.so, where's our other roommate?"
"Oh! You haven't met Etain yet! Come on!"
Ceara grabbed Alastrine's arm and pulled her through the door she had come into the study from. This, was the bedroom. There were two beds on the western wall and two beds on the northern wall. Busily unpacking books from her trunk into the bookcase at the foot of her bed (which was already overflowing) was a girl a few inches shorter than Alastrine with butt- length brown hair that was currently pulled back into a French braid. She turned around when the two entered.
"Hey, Ceara!"
"Hey, Etain! This is Alastrine!"
Etain ran over and glomped (AN: def: glomp: a running jump-hug; to tackle and hug a being, person or other thing, inanimate objects included; ex: She glomped the Oliver Wood plushie.) Alastrine. Alastrine managed to hold herself as she was "attacked" and not fall to the floor. She grimaced as she felt the girls embrace. Alastrine was a self-admitted hug-a-phobic. She only accepted hugs from certain people or under certain circumstances and almost never gave them out.
Etain let go and Alastrine breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, how are you, Alastrine? You know what? Your name is really long." Alastrine smiled at this comment. She took pride in her long, extravagant name, but then Etain continued. "So, I'm just going to call you Al!"
Alastrine's eye twitched at this, but it went unnoticed as Ceara showed her which bed was her trunk was by. "See!" she said, pointing to the beds on the North wall. "You're right by me!"
The eye twitched again and Al.er.Alastrine began to unpack. She put all of her cloaks and robes in a large, dark, wooden wardrobe that was beside her bed. She noted how the furniture of the room seemed to reflect on the personality of its owner. Her wardrobe, bed, and bookshelves were all made of the same dark, shiny wood. The inside of the drawers in the wardrobe though were lined in dark purple velvet. Her bed was an old four- poster, dressed with purple velvet as well.
Ceara's bed seemed to be made of crystal and the sheets, blankets, comforter, and pillows were all light pink. Etain's were thick and old looking, sort of library-ish, if you will. The bed had shelves in the bottom and headboard for books and the wardrobe had shelves along its sides as well. Every single one had books smashed onto them.
The last bed, was made of shiny black bars and had matching shelves and wardrobe. It had red and black, patterned sheets. Alastrine wondered whom they were meant for.
She finished putting away her things, flipping through the curse book before she put it on the shelf with her schoolbooks and small mementos: a Sneakoscope from Egypt, a miniature Nimbus 2000 that she had purchased at a Quidditch match (Kenmare Kestrels {her favorite team} vs. Wigtown Wanderers) that her grandmother had taken her to for her last birthday, a leather bag that held her silver Gobstones, and, in a silver frame, a picture of her parents.
Her mother was an inch taller than her father and had passed on most of her looks to Alastrine, but she had her father's eyes, deep and grey. The two were holding hands right now and sitting on a bench in the shade of a willow tree. They looked up and waved to their daughter.
Alastrine waved back and continued putting her things in place.
About half of an hour after the three had completed their unpacking, Cassandra strode in, grabbed her trunk, lugged it out of the room and was gone, without a word. The three exchanged glances and forgot about it, though they now wondered who would take that bed.
Around 12:30, three house elves entered the room and placed their lunches on the desks of the front room, and then left, hurriedly. The girls ate lunch. Tomorrow they would have to go down to the Dining Hall for it. It was only brought to the students on the first day, because they were all busy unpacking everything.
Then, they set about to exploring everything. The bathroom was large and blue tiled. The Jacuzzi-sized tub was set into the floor. There were two sinks with windows above them that showed that the room was at the top level of the castle. Many bottles of all shapes and sizes sat on the counter that surrounded the windows and held a variety of things: shampoos, soaps, creams, bubbles, mud masks, and a whole bunch of who-knows-what.but it all smelled REALLY good!
A vanity sat in one corner and was already covered in Ceara's makeup, which she told her roommates to feel free to use. Alastrine looked at it, saw the pink overload and decided to never look that way again. Etain, on the other hand, went over and poked at it, deciding to only experiment with it when she needed to.
In the study, they looked through the books that were already on the shelves. There was a copy of the History of Aicdun Academy for Magic, and at least one copy of their textbooks, as well as some books on other schools, including Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Etain ran back into the bedroom and began putting the remainder of her books on these shelves, completely filling one wall.
While her roommates were busy with those books, Alastrine looked at the other books that were already in place.
All of Gilderoy Lockhart's books.Quidditch Through the Ages.Prefects Who Gained Power.the entirety of the Standard Book of Spells volumes.Encyclopedia of Toadstools.Magical Creatures and Where to Find Them.
Alastrine bent and tried to pull out a book whose title was written in Elfish. It stuck for a moment and then slid out. It was bound in some sort of odd leathery material that glistened, even in the dim firelight. The name was embossed in silver and a bit hard to make out. Alastrine opened it and the letters squirmed on the pages, transforming themselves from elfish to English.
Alastrine's eyes widened in awe as she read:
Once, there was a great wizard. He was a half blood. His mother was a witch and his father was a muggle. When his father discovered that his mother was a witch, he left. His father hated and despised magic. He left before his son was even born.
When the wizard was born, his mother died, just after naming him: Tom Marvolo Riddle, after his father. Tom hated and resented his muggle lineage and as he grew up in an orphanage swore to pay back the muggles for what they had done to his mother.
Alastrine slammed the book shut and placed it back on the shelves. It was all about her grandfather.
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At about 6:00, the three girls made their way down to the Dining Hall, getting lost several times. They rode down the banisters, jumped down the stairs, and slid through the halls in an effort to make it to their feast on time.
They ran into the Dining Hall and sat at their table, chests heaving for air.
As soon as they were seated, Headmistress Bran rose. "I'd like to formally welcome you all here. Thank you for making Aicdun Academy your school of choice. I know that many of you were accepted to other schools as well. Thank you for choosing Aicdun and making us the #2 wizarding academy in the world!"
Applause broke out at this and Alastrine wondered what kept them from being #1 and who was in that position.
As the clapping died down, the headmistress continued, "And now! The moment you all have been waiting for: the feast!"
At that moment, in through the doors marched hundreds of house elves, carrying all sorts of dishes. They set them on the tables and scurried out of the hall, eager to do more work elsewhere.
The entire student body dug in.
After the feast, the three roommates headed up stairs once again, wishing that they were able to ride up banisters as well as down. They looked up and noticed that there were students flying about above them on brooms and decided that that was what they were going to do tomorrow.
They got up to their rooms and went to bed.
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Ch. 2
"Getting to know you."
Alastrine was led to her rooms by a tall, female prefect who had auburn hair pulled into a braid. A badge on her robes proclaimed her position, prefect, and name, Heather. Alastrine had to share the set of rooms, which included bathroom, bedroom, and study, with three other girls, all of whom she did not know, but were in her house and grade level.
She had never really been able to make friends before. Her grandmother always kept her very busy, what with all of the chores, tasks, errands, and duties. So, this was going to be quite an experience for her.
When she was shown the door to her rooms, black with two silver wings etched in it, along with her name, as well as her roommates.
Year 1 & 2
Alastrine Brygid
Etain Gemma
Ceara Dunn
Cassandra Aeskolkormis
Alastrine raised an eyebrow. The prefect, Heather, had said that only first years would be with her. Oh well, perhaps they had run out of rooms.
She turned the silver handle and entered. The front room was the study. There were four desks, one on the north side, one to the south, another to the east, and the last to the west. The room was large and circular. Between the northern and eastern desks was a fireplace, already lit, with a pile of wood beside it and a painting of four girls above it. One of them had her own face.
A door, between the north and west desks, opened and a tall, blonde- haired, violet-eyed girl stepped out. Alastrine whirled around, tearing her eyes from the painting, where the figures were all regarding her own with caution.
"Hello!" said the blonde. "I'm Ceara Dunn! You must be either Alastrine or Cassandra!"
"Alastrine Brygid." She stuck out her hand, trying to be pleasant. "Pleased to meet you."
Ceara took her hand and shook it friendlily, smiling. As soon as they dropped each other's hands, the door opened and a tall, brown haired girl with glasses entered. She had a scowl on her face.
"Hey!" said Ceara, "You must be Cassandra! I'm Ceara!" She extended her hand. Cassandra didn't take it.
Instead, she said, "You're a first year? All of you are first years?!"
"Um.yeah." said Ceara.
"Ack! There must have been a mistake! I'm supposed to be with my roommates from last year! I'm going to ask Madam Bran right now!"
With that, the bookish girl turned about and left the room, her painting likeliness leaving and going off into the corner in a similar act of displeasure.
Ceara and Alastrine were left in her wake to exchange looks in a stunned stillness.
Finally, Ceara cleared her throat, "Well, now.that was.uh.yeah."
"Yeah." Alastrine silently decided that this "Ceara Dunn" was OK. "Well.so, where's our other roommate?"
"Oh! You haven't met Etain yet! Come on!"
Ceara grabbed Alastrine's arm and pulled her through the door she had come into the study from. This, was the bedroom. There were two beds on the western wall and two beds on the northern wall. Busily unpacking books from her trunk into the bookcase at the foot of her bed (which was already overflowing) was a girl a few inches shorter than Alastrine with butt- length brown hair that was currently pulled back into a French braid. She turned around when the two entered.
"Hey, Ceara!"
"Hey, Etain! This is Alastrine!"
Etain ran over and glomped (AN: def: glomp: a running jump-hug; to tackle and hug a being, person or other thing, inanimate objects included; ex: She glomped the Oliver Wood plushie.) Alastrine. Alastrine managed to hold herself as she was "attacked" and not fall to the floor. She grimaced as she felt the girls embrace. Alastrine was a self-admitted hug-a-phobic. She only accepted hugs from certain people or under certain circumstances and almost never gave them out.
Etain let go and Alastrine breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, how are you, Alastrine? You know what? Your name is really long." Alastrine smiled at this comment. She took pride in her long, extravagant name, but then Etain continued. "So, I'm just going to call you Al!"
Alastrine's eye twitched at this, but it went unnoticed as Ceara showed her which bed was her trunk was by. "See!" she said, pointing to the beds on the North wall. "You're right by me!"
The eye twitched again and Al.er.Alastrine began to unpack. She put all of her cloaks and robes in a large, dark, wooden wardrobe that was beside her bed. She noted how the furniture of the room seemed to reflect on the personality of its owner. Her wardrobe, bed, and bookshelves were all made of the same dark, shiny wood. The inside of the drawers in the wardrobe though were lined in dark purple velvet. Her bed was an old four- poster, dressed with purple velvet as well.
Ceara's bed seemed to be made of crystal and the sheets, blankets, comforter, and pillows were all light pink. Etain's were thick and old looking, sort of library-ish, if you will. The bed had shelves in the bottom and headboard for books and the wardrobe had shelves along its sides as well. Every single one had books smashed onto them.
The last bed, was made of shiny black bars and had matching shelves and wardrobe. It had red and black, patterned sheets. Alastrine wondered whom they were meant for.
She finished putting away her things, flipping through the curse book before she put it on the shelf with her schoolbooks and small mementos: a Sneakoscope from Egypt, a miniature Nimbus 2000 that she had purchased at a Quidditch match (Kenmare Kestrels {her favorite team} vs. Wigtown Wanderers) that her grandmother had taken her to for her last birthday, a leather bag that held her silver Gobstones, and, in a silver frame, a picture of her parents.
Her mother was an inch taller than her father and had passed on most of her looks to Alastrine, but she had her father's eyes, deep and grey. The two were holding hands right now and sitting on a bench in the shade of a willow tree. They looked up and waved to their daughter.
Alastrine waved back and continued putting her things in place.
About half of an hour after the three had completed their unpacking, Cassandra strode in, grabbed her trunk, lugged it out of the room and was gone, without a word. The three exchanged glances and forgot about it, though they now wondered who would take that bed.
Around 12:30, three house elves entered the room and placed their lunches on the desks of the front room, and then left, hurriedly. The girls ate lunch. Tomorrow they would have to go down to the Dining Hall for it. It was only brought to the students on the first day, because they were all busy unpacking everything.
Then, they set about to exploring everything. The bathroom was large and blue tiled. The Jacuzzi-sized tub was set into the floor. There were two sinks with windows above them that showed that the room was at the top level of the castle. Many bottles of all shapes and sizes sat on the counter that surrounded the windows and held a variety of things: shampoos, soaps, creams, bubbles, mud masks, and a whole bunch of who-knows-what.but it all smelled REALLY good!
A vanity sat in one corner and was already covered in Ceara's makeup, which she told her roommates to feel free to use. Alastrine looked at it, saw the pink overload and decided to never look that way again. Etain, on the other hand, went over and poked at it, deciding to only experiment with it when she needed to.
In the study, they looked through the books that were already on the shelves. There was a copy of the History of Aicdun Academy for Magic, and at least one copy of their textbooks, as well as some books on other schools, including Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Etain ran back into the bedroom and began putting the remainder of her books on these shelves, completely filling one wall.
While her roommates were busy with those books, Alastrine looked at the other books that were already in place.
All of Gilderoy Lockhart's books.Quidditch Through the Ages.Prefects Who Gained Power.the entirety of the Standard Book of Spells volumes.Encyclopedia of Toadstools.Magical Creatures and Where to Find Them.
Alastrine bent and tried to pull out a book whose title was written in Elfish. It stuck for a moment and then slid out. It was bound in some sort of odd leathery material that glistened, even in the dim firelight. The name was embossed in silver and a bit hard to make out. Alastrine opened it and the letters squirmed on the pages, transforming themselves from elfish to English.
Alastrine's eyes widened in awe as she read:
Once, there was a great wizard. He was a half blood. His mother was a witch and his father was a muggle. When his father discovered that his mother was a witch, he left. His father hated and despised magic. He left before his son was even born.
When the wizard was born, his mother died, just after naming him: Tom Marvolo Riddle, after his father. Tom hated and resented his muggle lineage and as he grew up in an orphanage swore to pay back the muggles for what they had done to his mother.
Alastrine slammed the book shut and placed it back on the shelves. It was all about her grandfather.
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At about 6:00, the three girls made their way down to the Dining Hall, getting lost several times. They rode down the banisters, jumped down the stairs, and slid through the halls in an effort to make it to their feast on time.
They ran into the Dining Hall and sat at their table, chests heaving for air.
As soon as they were seated, Headmistress Bran rose. "I'd like to formally welcome you all here. Thank you for making Aicdun Academy your school of choice. I know that many of you were accepted to other schools as well. Thank you for choosing Aicdun and making us the #2 wizarding academy in the world!"
Applause broke out at this and Alastrine wondered what kept them from being #1 and who was in that position.
As the clapping died down, the headmistress continued, "And now! The moment you all have been waiting for: the feast!"
At that moment, in through the doors marched hundreds of house elves, carrying all sorts of dishes. They set them on the tables and scurried out of the hall, eager to do more work elsewhere.
The entire student body dug in.
After the feast, the three roommates headed up stairs once again, wishing that they were able to ride up banisters as well as down. They looked up and noticed that there were students flying about above them on brooms and decided that that was what they were going to do tomorrow.
They got up to their rooms and went to bed.
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