Friendship is Magical- A Hogwarts roleplay/story.
This story is written by four friends: Kaitlyn (Amy Trelawney), Sarah (Destiny Black), Raven (Nikki Madison), and Mandy (Anja Zimmerman). Hogwarts and the like are © JK Rowling, so: "Don't know, don't own, don't sue."
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Des' smile melted slowly from her face, leaving her quite sullen. Naitomea nuzzled his basket, as if trying to comfort her through the whicker. Anja poked the others and looked pointedly at Des.
"Vhat is ze matter?" she asked softly, concern reflecting in her eyes.
"I'm a Slytherin. Once we get to the castle, I'll have to stay with my house... and they all hate me as much as I hate them." Des replied, still staring out of the window as the castle loomed, almost forbiddingly, ahead. She absolutely loves Hogwarts, even more so now that she's made friends, but she can't stand being around those in her house.
"Well, a house never has a class by itself, so maybe you'll have one of us during each class." Nikki suggested, flashing a hopeful smile. "Yeah," Amy added. "Vait," Anja said suddenly, "Vhat year are you in?" she asked, peering curiously at the others.
"Third." Des admitted, looking even more depressed.
"Fifth." Nikki mumbled, seeming to droop.
"Fifth." Amy said, biting her lip.
"Vell, ve vill see you as often as ve can. I am in ze fifth year as vell." Anja said, rubbing Des on the back.
Des bit her lip and closed her eyes to hold back tears as Nai let out a piteous mew. "You're the only friends I have here..." she whispered.
Des had been almost overjoyed to be starting her third year- and now she wanted nothing more than to go to her dorm, pull the bed-curtains closed and cry.
Feeling bad that a new friend was upset, Anja went for another attempt to cheer her up. "Maybe ve can all meet up somevhere every night after dinner. Like, ze library or something."
At that moment, the carriage came to a halt in front of the school. "Also, ve may find lots of cute boys..." She gave a nervous laugh, which turned quickly into a cough.
Anja began to wonder how this year will turn out, and she also wondered how long she could keep her secret. The doors to the carriage flung open and someone from outside was calling the students out to go into the building.
"I have an idea!" Nikki said, "Let's go in... together."
The other girls smiled and stepped out of the carriage while the other students scrambled and ran to find their other friends. They were at a distance, but the castle was still huge- with its tall towers and shimmering windows. Nikki broke away from the group and walked towards the gleaming castle. She was pulled away from reality and into fantasy. Her eyes glowed an icy blue color and then a creature flashed before her eyes. She gasped and stepped back and was pulled back down to earth.
Anja looked at her with pity and asked, "Vhat iz ze matter?" There was a silence from Nikki.
"N-nothing... I'm fine." All of the girls looked at her with curious faces. "Truly, I'm fine. Let's go in, I'm starved."
She ran up the steps while the other girls followed with less energy. Before Nikki could make it to the top, the great doors opened to reveal a room filled with suits of armor and moving portraits. Her new friends walked up beside her. Her eyes started to glow again, and worse... Amy noticed.
"Nikki... Your eyes, they are glowing!" she whispered into her ear. She spaced out for only a few seconds longer and then shook her head, looking at Amy.
"It was just my... allergies, yeah, allergies!" She fumbled with her words, while glancing around anxiously. Amy watched her for a couple more seconds, then glanced towards Anja.
"I know of a wonderful place we can meet. Up in the divination tower. It always reminded me of a coffee shop, whenever Aunt Trelawney would tell me about it."
Everyone nodded in agreement as they climbed the steps into Hogwarts. Hagrid stood at the top of the stairs, a somber look on his face. After Dumbledore passed away, the game keeper seemed to lose his luster, in fact, all of Hogwarts was changed. Amy glanced around excitedly, this being her first time in Hogwarts. Artemis slept draped over her shoulder, and Amy felt like a pirate and he was her parrot.
With her head in the clouds, Amy never noticed the large bullfrog hopping in front of her. When she did, she stumbled out of the way, and in the process fell over her robes. She landed face first in the main hallway, her head spinning wildly. She could hear people roaring with laughter and she just laid there, wishing she could just disappear into the floor.
"Trevor! Thank God you're ok!" Neville screeched, running over and scooping him up. He looked down at Amy, and probably made one of the worst mistakes yet to come.
"I'm sorry, mister, Trevor just has this thing for girls, and I guess since you look like a girl-"
Amy's head then shot up as she glared at him, slowly pushing herself off of the floor.
"That's because I AM a girl! You idiot!" she spat, dusting off her boy's uniform. Amy always had a strong loathing for skirts, so instead of a girl's uniform, she attained a set of dress pants and a sweater vest like the boys'.
"Oh my... it's you..." he whimpered, pushing Trevor into his pocket to muffle his croaking.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she sat up and then hopped to her feet, pulling her glasses off her face and examining them. Trevor had popped out of Neville's pocked and Artemis was pawing curiously at him.
"N-nothing, I'm so sorry... Trevor only does that to really pretty girls, and wow, I gotta say..."
"Forget it... It's alright. Is uh... Trevor okay?"
"Yeah! He's right here in my- TREVOR!"
Amy looked down to see Artemis laying on his stomach and trevor on his back, both very asleep.
"Aww... They like each other."
Neville grinned and rubbed the back of his head, blushing as he looked at her. She looked back and glanced into his eyes, and she felt all her anger disappear. She smiled softly and walked over to Artemis, picking both of them up and depositing Trevor back into Neville's hands.
"See ya 'round, Neville." she smiled as she walked away, Artemis once again draped over her shoulder.
"Wait, how did you know my name!" he called out, but she'd already walked too far away.
"Maybe she's psychic." Ron mumbled, as ironically as possible.
Des forced a smile through walking into the great hall, and through Amy and Neville 'meeting'. But then, Hagrid waved his arms, mutely signaling all students to take their seats. Throwing a helpless, lost, and afraid look over her shoulder, Des let herself be swept away by the crowd to the slytherin table. The black flags of mourning had been replaced by house flags, but everyone seemed to grow somber as the looked to the staff table and Dumbledore's old podium. Everyone had been so used to Dumbledore's smiling face and grandfatherly voice greeting them. It was painful to fall back to reality so suddenly.
Professor... or rather, Headmistress, McGonagall was standing where Dumbledore used to, looking stiff- like she was going through life automatically. It was now that Des realized, with a painful clench of her stomach, that she was sitting beside Pansy Parkington. And worse, Pansy was tugging on one of Des' pigtails and whispering nasty things about her new friends.
McGonagall's eyes locked with Des', and Des forced a small smile. McGonagall didn't seem to notice (in fact, she seemed to be looking straight through Des), and clenched her throat, although the Great Hall was already silent.
She robotically droned through the usual greeting and announcements before the food appeared. Des nibbled on a piece of bread and sipped iced pumpkin juice. No one seemed very hungry and the usual chatter failed to echo through the hall. A few murmurs and forced laughs could be heared, but otherwise all was silent.
Those who began with a good appetite soon stopped eating, seeing how almost everyone else had still-empty plates, or were just pushing their food around with their forks. After what seemed like an eternity, the food vanished and the students were sent to bed.
Des waved to the girls a weak, obviously forced, smile as she was pushed toward the dungeons, where the Slytherin dorm was. Ignoring Pansy pulling her hair, kicking, and pinching her, Des went immediately to her bed and lay there for hours (or what felt like hours) until falling asleep.
Anja, with a familiar pang eating at her stomach, made her way to her own house's dorm- after saying her farewells to the others. She slid through the crowd, keeping as close to the wall and avoiding as much attention as possible.
She finally made it inside the dorm, the other Hufflepuff's attention immediately snapped to her. Anja grew uncomfortable under the very much unwanted staring. She walked briskly to the sleeping quarters, fleeing from the morbid hate that was emitting from the others.
She lay in bed, wishing she could go talk to one of the school ghosts or, at least, one of her new-found friends. Instead, she flipped over under her covers, seeing as she never slept often, and just stared off into space, only to be startled later on...
It was about mid-night, and her other roomates lay in a deep slumber, when Anja noticed a, quiet at first, low moaning sound. The sound crescendoed as if it were growing near. Anja raised a little from her pillow and peered into the blackness of the room.
Being a speaker of the dead, her physical senses where somewhat more heightened than others, and a destinct putrid smell met hre nose. From this, she knew immediately what was going on.
"Damn you, Zestos. It's only the first nacht! Vhy must you come to torment me!" Anja muttered almost inaudibly, so as not to awaken the others in the room.
Zestos, though, was unlike Anja's usual spirits. He (or well, "it," as its gender is not quite specific) was an evil... demon... for want of a better word. He was not technically there to torture Anja, per say, but to torture anyone. Anja just says he's after her, because anywhere she goes, he follows, like an overhanging cloud.
Anja knew him well- once one of the Dark Lord himself's own minions. But Zestos was so unlucky, that he even brought You-Know-Who bad luck, who in turn casted him aside.
Anja slid silently out of bed and crept out into the common room, which itself was sparse. She peered out into the vast hallway and stepped out. There was Zestos, looming abover her. A very crass fellow, he stared at her in a kind of stupor.
She was taken aback when she surveyed the hall and noticed there were gallons of blood splattered upon the walls, ceiling, and floor.
"V- vhere did this-" she signaled to the blood that surrounded them, "-come from!"
Zestos did naught but laugh.
"Tell me!" she demanded.
All that came from Zestos' deformed, ghastly mouth was: "I BEAUTIFY THIS PLACE." in a raspy voice.
Anger overtook Anja as she shouted, "YOU DESECRATE AND DEFILE IT!"
Zestos placed a grey, rotted hand upon Anja's shoulder. She could feel all strength draining quickly from her already frail body. And in the place of that strength, Zestos filled her with his vulgar, evil will. Her good eye grew black and her iris glowed red. Before she could even attempt to press her own will against him, she became disconcerted and he pillaged her will from her body. His impending force became all too much for her, and she felt herself pass out.
Anja bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat.
"A dream! No- no- it- it happened... didn't it?" suprized that for once she had actually fallen asleep, she racked her disoriented brain, trying to decipher whether it had truly happened or if it had been fancy.
The back of her neck tingled painfully, and she pressed a finger on the throbbing spot and felt around. There was a mark of some kind.
"On the first nacht..." she muttered.