Chapter One
Genevieve Elora Ravenclaw sprinted artfully out of a bush; thick strands of her lustrous dark locks falling out of the band that held them and into her face. The hooves of the thestrals behind her were almost entirely silent on the wet, dank soil of the Forbidden Forest, but she knew that they were not far away by the harsh shouts of their riders. She could hear them laugh and call foul names after her, causing tears to well in her eyes, but this only sped her up. The lazy waters of Forbidden Forest River were directly ahead of her, and she scrambled up a dark, frightening tree by the river's side. She climbed out across the bough until it would hold her no longer, and, gathering every single, last, drop of infinite courage she possessed made a soaring jump for the opposite bank. She fell short but grasped the grass. Though the river barely flowed a strong, unknown, evil force tugged on her legs and waist. She struggled to pull herself up, and with great struggle reached forward onto the grass, releasing herself from the water's evil grasp.
She kneeled wearily, resting an arm on her raised knee, as she panted. Her beautiful white dress draped softly around her perfect form, torn now in places. She had a few scars, but they did not mar her uniquely beautiful features. After all, she was the descendant of none other than Rowenah Ravenclaw.
It's a miracle she survived.