I've been neglecting my disclaimer, so here it goes.
All original characters belong to me. Don't use them without asking. Every one else belongs to J.K. Rowling. Except for Oliver wood. He's mine. J/K.
A/N: as usual thanks for the reviews! A few reasons why I put Ella in Ravenclaw: 1. Ravenclaw is the "enigma" house; we hardly know anything about it, I thought it would be fun to see the inside of the common room and meet some of the other students.
2. Ella's powerful and smart, but she's not very brave or bold. Sure she has fits of rage and such, but those are rare, and they take a while to boil.
3. This one's a secret ^_^! You'll find out soon enough.
4. I like Ravenclaw ok?
BTW: I was thinking about taking a leaf out of eyesofemerald's book and putting myself in my story, any objections?
McGonagall shut the door behind her, leaving the four teenagers staring in awe at their suite. Or rather, wing. There was a common room decorated in deep purple velvets and satins. Everything was plush and comfortable, but it also had an air of luxury about it. The large marble fireplace had a log in it that magically burst into flame upon their entrance. The candles around the room lit one by one, starting by the fireplace and working their way around the room to the door. Several arm chairs and a small couch were situated around the fireplace. There was a table large enough for four people to sit at and eat or read. The portraits on the walls were all of different magical creatures, and a few friendly looking witches and wizards. Ella noticed that one portrait in the corner of the room was empty.
Ron came to himself and flopped down onto the couch.
"Well. This will do nicely for the summer!" Hermione rolled her eyes and huffed. They glared at each other for a few seconds, tension building. Harry grabbed Ella by the arm and murmured,
"Here we go again..." They tiptoed off into one of the doorways that stood next to the fireplace. Harry closed the door so it was still open a crack, then leaned his ear against it and motioned for Ella to do the same. He grinned mischievously "And-" he clicked the door shut. "-Que." The shouting began, muffled at first, but then louder so they could hear various phrases like "insufferable git" and "Bookish know it all". All of a sudden there was a booming "RON WEASLEY"! Then there was silence.
Harry began to laugh hysterically. Ella was unsure why his friend's quarrel was amusing.
"They think I don't know that they've been snogging each other for weeks." He smiled forlornly at this. "I expect they'll come out and tell me tomorrow. They're feeling guilty. I can tell." Ella smiled back; it was rather amusing come to think of it. The two bickered constantly, accomplishing nothing but making the attraction between them increasingly apparent.
They stood for a moment in the dark corridor in silence, until Harry broke it.
"Oh! I got you something!" Ella was taken aback, what could he possibly have gotten her?
"Um, Thank you?" was her reply. Harry laughed.
"What do you mean thank you? You haven't even seen it yet, now where..." Harry walked down the corridor. There were two doors on either side of the hallway. He tried the first one. "No this must be your room, it's pink!" H made a face and spun around trying the door across from it. "Ah ha! Here we are!" He disappeared into the room and Ella followed. This room was furnished with two beds, each hung luxuriously with dark green velvet hangings.
When she entered the room he was holding a large chunk of cheese.
His green eyes sparkled as he handed it over to her. Ella concluded that hewas insane, and accepted it graciously. Upon closer inspection, She realized that it was not a block of cheese, but a box made of some sort of soft yellow material with holes cut in it. She lifted the top off and gasped. A tiny kitten lat curled in the bottom of the box, fast asleep. Ella scooped it up and cuddled it in her arms.
"Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!" Ella was cuddling the kitten with such ferocity that it had woken up. It was now giving Harry a rather annoyed look at being accosted by this strange girl. "Oh she's beautiful!" Harry blushed and admired his choice of kitten. She was a foggy gray and her coat was so shiny it seemed to be giving off light. She was soft and fluffy, but not ridiculously so, and her eyes were a pale, crystalline shade of blue.
"Isn't she?" The kitten had decided that she liked Ella and commenced purring loudly. Ella had ceased her attack and resorted to sitting on Harry's bed cross legged scratching the cat's ears.
"What are you going to name her?" Harry wondered out loud. Ella lifted the kitten up in front of her, appraising her from all sides.
"She reminds me of night time, of the moon, or a star..." Ella trailed off, blinking fast. "Leila. It means night in Arabic." Harry was little shocked.
"How did you remember that?" Ella smiled at him, and set the kitten, who had resumed her nap, down on his bed.
"I just remember words well, that's all." Harry gave her an odd look. Again Ella saw something flash across his face. She decided to ask him about it.
"Harry? Is there anything wro-"
"Oh! Look at the time! It's past midnight! We should go to bed. The bathrooms probably at the end of the hall, would you like to go first?" Ella frowned at his obvious avoidance of her question.
"No, you can go first." Harry practically bolted out of the room. Ella picked Leila up. The kitten began purring again and crawled onto Ella's shoulder. She strolled out into the hallway, careful not to knock her cat from her perch, and caught a glimpse of Harry's robes going around the bathroom door. "Harry," She called after him. Harry's head appeared. "You know you're a terrible liar." Ella grinned mischievously.
"I know." He smiled and shut the door. Ella briefly considered going to get Ron and Hermione, and decided against it. She went into the pink room that Harry had mentioned earlier shutting the door behind her. Flames magically flared up in the fireplace, startling Ella. She jumped and Leila vacated her shoulder settling for her bed instead. There were two beds hung with deep pink velvet hangings, two chairs next two the fireplace and one desk against the wall. A large oak night table in-between the two beds was home to a mirror. Ella walked cautiously in front of it, preparing herself for another magical surprise.
"You look exhausted dear! Go to bed this instant." A motherly voice scolded. Ella sighed, not another talking mirror!
"I was just heading there, thanks." Ella began a search for her clothes. There was a door on the other side of the room. She crawled over the beds and opened it. A little room with shelves lining the walls was hidden there. Lit by a single candle hovering in the center of the room it was just big enough for her to stand in. Ella pulled one of the sets of pajama's she had purchased off the shelf nearest to her and changed quickly, still in the closet. She didn't trust that mirror.
Ella emerged from the closet just in time to see Hermione sneaking into the room.
"Oh, you're still awake! I thought..." Hermione's cheeks turned red and she bustled into the closet. Ella smiled knowingly and began tapping her foot, hands on her hips, standing patiently in front of the closet. Hermione came out dressed in a flannel nightgown and found Ella waiting for an explanation. "I uh, I was just..."
Ella flopped down on to her bed next to Leila laughing madly.
"He knows! Harry knows! Why don't you just come out and admit it! EVERYONE can tell!" Hermione looked like an overripe tomato by now. Something about someone named uncle Vernon popped into Ella's head. She wiped the thought away and sat up with her elbows on her knees and her tired head in her hands. Hermione sat down on the bed across from Ella, folding her legs neatly underneath her.
"It really isn't that simple you know..." Ella raised an eyebrow skeptically. "We're not exactly a couple, we're...." Hermione wiggled and let out a frustrated groan, leaping across the space between the two beds to join Ella. "It just HAPPENS" She rolled over with her face buried in her arms. Ella felt terrible for making her feel bad. She touched Hermione's shoulder.
"Hermione why-"The bushy haired girl sat up, and Ella realized she hadn't been crying, but laughing.
"It's really quite ridiculous." She began to gesture madly with her hands, half mumbling to herself. Ella shook her head, British people! "– dancing around this for four years... And then one day out of the blue he just-"Dear lord, these people mumbled a lot!
"HERMIONE!" Ella grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her from her rant. "We're tired. Lets just go to bed." The lights in the room dimmed till the room was almost pitch black, as if they had heard her. Hermione snapped out of it and shook her head. She wandered back to her own bed.
"Right, bed, sleep. Got to go to the library tomorrow, need plenty of... plenty of...." Ella gave Hermione a little shove in the right direction. Hermione Collapsed into bed crawled under the covers. Her hysterical breathing slowed and Ella knew she had fallen asleep immediately. Ella slid underneath her own blankets, and sat up again, pulling them out from under the end of the mattress, other people always made the beds too tightly. She lay down again and rolled onto her side, wishing she had her stuffed monkey to sleep with.
It was amazing really; she should have been the one having the breakdown, not Hermione! Ella almost laughed out loud. One day in the wizarding world, and she already felt like she belonged. Ella took one last look at the wand by her bed, and closed her eyes. The mirror was crooning softly to itself, and there was water dripping somewhere in the suite. One of the boys had probably left a tap running. ARGH! Ella remembered she had forgotten to brush her teeth. But she had no energy to get out of bed and do it. Ah well, she thought; I am in England!
Ahhhh sorry for the little Brit joke there! I know it was a rather slow chapter. Bear with me for the next couple of months; it's time to start studying for regents at the end of June. My mum goes all Hermione on me and starts making me study about four months before the exams. NEXT CHAPTER: stay tuned for Professor Flitwick in swimming trunks, the return of one of my personal favorites: Oliver Wood! And the new DADA teacher: Marissa Fairburn.
All original characters belong to me. Don't use them without asking. Every one else belongs to J.K. Rowling. Except for Oliver wood. He's mine. J/K.
A/N: as usual thanks for the reviews! A few reasons why I put Ella in Ravenclaw: 1. Ravenclaw is the "enigma" house; we hardly know anything about it, I thought it would be fun to see the inside of the common room and meet some of the other students.
2. Ella's powerful and smart, but she's not very brave or bold. Sure she has fits of rage and such, but those are rare, and they take a while to boil.
3. This one's a secret ^_^! You'll find out soon enough.
4. I like Ravenclaw ok?
BTW: I was thinking about taking a leaf out of eyesofemerald's book and putting myself in my story, any objections?
McGonagall shut the door behind her, leaving the four teenagers staring in awe at their suite. Or rather, wing. There was a common room decorated in deep purple velvets and satins. Everything was plush and comfortable, but it also had an air of luxury about it. The large marble fireplace had a log in it that magically burst into flame upon their entrance. The candles around the room lit one by one, starting by the fireplace and working their way around the room to the door. Several arm chairs and a small couch were situated around the fireplace. There was a table large enough for four people to sit at and eat or read. The portraits on the walls were all of different magical creatures, and a few friendly looking witches and wizards. Ella noticed that one portrait in the corner of the room was empty.
Ron came to himself and flopped down onto the couch.
"Well. This will do nicely for the summer!" Hermione rolled her eyes and huffed. They glared at each other for a few seconds, tension building. Harry grabbed Ella by the arm and murmured,
"Here we go again..." They tiptoed off into one of the doorways that stood next to the fireplace. Harry closed the door so it was still open a crack, then leaned his ear against it and motioned for Ella to do the same. He grinned mischievously "And-" he clicked the door shut. "-Que." The shouting began, muffled at first, but then louder so they could hear various phrases like "insufferable git" and "Bookish know it all". All of a sudden there was a booming "RON WEASLEY"! Then there was silence.
Harry began to laugh hysterically. Ella was unsure why his friend's quarrel was amusing.
"They think I don't know that they've been snogging each other for weeks." He smiled forlornly at this. "I expect they'll come out and tell me tomorrow. They're feeling guilty. I can tell." Ella smiled back; it was rather amusing come to think of it. The two bickered constantly, accomplishing nothing but making the attraction between them increasingly apparent.
They stood for a moment in the dark corridor in silence, until Harry broke it.
"Oh! I got you something!" Ella was taken aback, what could he possibly have gotten her?
"Um, Thank you?" was her reply. Harry laughed.
"What do you mean thank you? You haven't even seen it yet, now where..." Harry walked down the corridor. There were two doors on either side of the hallway. He tried the first one. "No this must be your room, it's pink!" H made a face and spun around trying the door across from it. "Ah ha! Here we are!" He disappeared into the room and Ella followed. This room was furnished with two beds, each hung luxuriously with dark green velvet hangings.
When she entered the room he was holding a large chunk of cheese.
His green eyes sparkled as he handed it over to her. Ella concluded that hewas insane, and accepted it graciously. Upon closer inspection, She realized that it was not a block of cheese, but a box made of some sort of soft yellow material with holes cut in it. She lifted the top off and gasped. A tiny kitten lat curled in the bottom of the box, fast asleep. Ella scooped it up and cuddled it in her arms.
"Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!" Ella was cuddling the kitten with such ferocity that it had woken up. It was now giving Harry a rather annoyed look at being accosted by this strange girl. "Oh she's beautiful!" Harry blushed and admired his choice of kitten. She was a foggy gray and her coat was so shiny it seemed to be giving off light. She was soft and fluffy, but not ridiculously so, and her eyes were a pale, crystalline shade of blue.
"Isn't she?" The kitten had decided that she liked Ella and commenced purring loudly. Ella had ceased her attack and resorted to sitting on Harry's bed cross legged scratching the cat's ears.
"What are you going to name her?" Harry wondered out loud. Ella lifted the kitten up in front of her, appraising her from all sides.
"She reminds me of night time, of the moon, or a star..." Ella trailed off, blinking fast. "Leila. It means night in Arabic." Harry was little shocked.
"How did you remember that?" Ella smiled at him, and set the kitten, who had resumed her nap, down on his bed.
"I just remember words well, that's all." Harry gave her an odd look. Again Ella saw something flash across his face. She decided to ask him about it.
"Harry? Is there anything wro-"
"Oh! Look at the time! It's past midnight! We should go to bed. The bathrooms probably at the end of the hall, would you like to go first?" Ella frowned at his obvious avoidance of her question.
"No, you can go first." Harry practically bolted out of the room. Ella picked Leila up. The kitten began purring again and crawled onto Ella's shoulder. She strolled out into the hallway, careful not to knock her cat from her perch, and caught a glimpse of Harry's robes going around the bathroom door. "Harry," She called after him. Harry's head appeared. "You know you're a terrible liar." Ella grinned mischievously.
"I know." He smiled and shut the door. Ella briefly considered going to get Ron and Hermione, and decided against it. She went into the pink room that Harry had mentioned earlier shutting the door behind her. Flames magically flared up in the fireplace, startling Ella. She jumped and Leila vacated her shoulder settling for her bed instead. There were two beds hung with deep pink velvet hangings, two chairs next two the fireplace and one desk against the wall. A large oak night table in-between the two beds was home to a mirror. Ella walked cautiously in front of it, preparing herself for another magical surprise.
"You look exhausted dear! Go to bed this instant." A motherly voice scolded. Ella sighed, not another talking mirror!
"I was just heading there, thanks." Ella began a search for her clothes. There was a door on the other side of the room. She crawled over the beds and opened it. A little room with shelves lining the walls was hidden there. Lit by a single candle hovering in the center of the room it was just big enough for her to stand in. Ella pulled one of the sets of pajama's she had purchased off the shelf nearest to her and changed quickly, still in the closet. She didn't trust that mirror.
Ella emerged from the closet just in time to see Hermione sneaking into the room.
"Oh, you're still awake! I thought..." Hermione's cheeks turned red and she bustled into the closet. Ella smiled knowingly and began tapping her foot, hands on her hips, standing patiently in front of the closet. Hermione came out dressed in a flannel nightgown and found Ella waiting for an explanation. "I uh, I was just..."
Ella flopped down on to her bed next to Leila laughing madly.
"He knows! Harry knows! Why don't you just come out and admit it! EVERYONE can tell!" Hermione looked like an overripe tomato by now. Something about someone named uncle Vernon popped into Ella's head. She wiped the thought away and sat up with her elbows on her knees and her tired head in her hands. Hermione sat down on the bed across from Ella, folding her legs neatly underneath her.
"It really isn't that simple you know..." Ella raised an eyebrow skeptically. "We're not exactly a couple, we're...." Hermione wiggled and let out a frustrated groan, leaping across the space between the two beds to join Ella. "It just HAPPENS" She rolled over with her face buried in her arms. Ella felt terrible for making her feel bad. She touched Hermione's shoulder.
"Hermione why-"The bushy haired girl sat up, and Ella realized she hadn't been crying, but laughing.
"It's really quite ridiculous." She began to gesture madly with her hands, half mumbling to herself. Ella shook her head, British people! "– dancing around this for four years... And then one day out of the blue he just-"Dear lord, these people mumbled a lot!
"HERMIONE!" Ella grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her from her rant. "We're tired. Lets just go to bed." The lights in the room dimmed till the room was almost pitch black, as if they had heard her. Hermione snapped out of it and shook her head. She wandered back to her own bed.
"Right, bed, sleep. Got to go to the library tomorrow, need plenty of... plenty of...." Ella gave Hermione a little shove in the right direction. Hermione Collapsed into bed crawled under the covers. Her hysterical breathing slowed and Ella knew she had fallen asleep immediately. Ella slid underneath her own blankets, and sat up again, pulling them out from under the end of the mattress, other people always made the beds too tightly. She lay down again and rolled onto her side, wishing she had her stuffed monkey to sleep with.
It was amazing really; she should have been the one having the breakdown, not Hermione! Ella almost laughed out loud. One day in the wizarding world, and she already felt like she belonged. Ella took one last look at the wand by her bed, and closed her eyes. The mirror was crooning softly to itself, and there was water dripping somewhere in the suite. One of the boys had probably left a tap running. ARGH! Ella remembered she had forgotten to brush her teeth. But she had no energy to get out of bed and do it. Ah well, she thought; I am in England!
Ahhhh sorry for the little Brit joke there! I know it was a rather slow chapter. Bear with me for the next couple of months; it's time to start studying for regents at the end of June. My mum goes all Hermione on me and starts making me study about four months before the exams. NEXT CHAPTER: stay tuned for Professor Flitwick in swimming trunks, the return of one of my personal favorites: Oliver Wood! And the new DADA teacher: Marissa Fairburn.