Arcadia woke up when the clock struck 8. It was the latest possible time she could get up without actually being late. She took the longest showers and it took her forever to get ready. This morning was no different than any other morning in her entire life.
She woke up with heavy green eyes and that bright red morning sex hair that everyone loved to try and tame in the early hours of the day. She got her shower in record time. Sadly, the record is now 30 minutes and 42 seconds. She wasn't one for being quick. She used a drying spell and dried her hair and made sure it was poker straight before even attempting makeup and clothes.
Today seemed like a good day to wear her house colors. She decided a blue and grey skirt and dark grey knee high socks would be cute with a blue t-shirt and a dark grey vest and converse. It actually was considering Arcadia's fashion sense was always a little off.
She grabbed her Herbology, DADA, and History books and walked off to the library for the last 20 minutes before her first class started. She wasn't one for socializing but she was friends with Cho since long before the age of 6 and that wasn't going to change because of some school.
She was walking slightly faster than usual and she made it to the library in 3 minutes and it was convenient because her Herb class was about a 6 minute walk so if she left in 10 minutes or so she would make it to class by the time the first bell rang.
She was walking around the library for a good 4 minutes before one small book caught her eye. It was black leather with a string that rapped around it from cover to cover and tied on top. It was a curious looking thing. She'd never seen this book her before and she just walked by this aisle and it wasn't there.
Perhaps someone left it.
She shrugged it off.
I'll just see whose name is inside and I'll give it back.
She had no intention of reading the inside but when she found there wasn't a name she had to look. She started to read in her head.
It was a dark winding road in the middle of the perfect storm. The type of storm that made you think the world was going to end. The lightening was flashing and the trees swished to the wind that made a current in the sky. Storms were an amazing part of life. They made everything break and fall and it was my favorite part.—
She was cut off from reading by the first bell. That means her first class was only 5 minutes away. She stashed the book into her bag and said goodbye to the library lady and slightly ran off to Herbology. It wasn't really a good idea. She had a lot of big books and she still managed to make it to class before everyone else.
Great. I look like a nerd now.
Draco walked in about 2 minutes later, surprised to see the red headed girl, but shrugged it off because he knew Ravenclaw was a house for nerds. He smirked at his own thought.
He walked in some-what out if breathe and it seemed that he and Blaise had been walking her faster than normal. Anthony Goldstein walked in next and it surprised Blaise and Arcadia that Draco asked him to sit next to him.
When he did, Draco turned to Blaise to explain to him. Blaise nodded when he understood and high fived Draco.
Everyone walked in group by group. The groups weren't big or anything, like 8 people big, but it was somewhere between 2 and 4. It made Arcadia sad that she didn't have a group, and then she saw everyone that walked in and remembered why. No one was an appealing acquaintance. She found Violetta slightly interesting but she already had her group. Hermione, Violetta and Ron all walked in at that exact moment and Arcadia's face fell even more.
She shrugged it off though when Violetta sat down next to her and started to talk to her about random things. It was subject to subject and the last subject they talked about before they heard a girl shriek about some damn seat was boys.
Arcadia and Violetta turned toward Draco and the small girl that was completely annoying. She was yelling about some stupid seat.
"Why are you sitting next to Anthony Goldstein? I'm so much better looking!" She shouted.
"I don't even know your name you annoying stupid pig faced git!" Draco said.
"It's Pansy." She held her mouth open for a moment too long because a bug flew in it and she screamed and ran out of the room.
I couldn't have done anything better. That was bloody brilliant.
"Amazing Arcadia. That was funny."
"I agree," She laughed. "If only I could do it again." She smirked the well-known Slytherin smirk and Violetta held up her wand and started to examine the differences.
Violetta's wand was 11 inches of Mahogany wood with a Unicorn Hair core.
Arcadia's wand was 13 ½ inches of Yew wood with a Phoenix Feather core.
Arcadia thought it was kind of cool how much smaller Violletta's wand was compared to her own but she liked her wand. Her wand was a part of her now. It been about a month of having her wand but she couldn't think about not having it with her.
She wanted to go to her DADA class to pretend to read her class book but really read the journal instead. It was quite interesting how dark someone could be. It fascinated her and she enjoyed storms just as much as the next person but this person's love for them was intense. She wanted to know the background to this person and she had to start somewhere so if she kept reading maybe she'd come up with a name.
The bell rang and she was off to DADA with Gryffindor. They were told to get started on their homework and it was due in 4 days. Any earlier, you got extra points, any later, you got points taken.
She'd do it later. She really wanted to read, just not the homework assignment.
They made everything break and fall and it was my favorite part.
I was walking down the road with not a speck of dry left on me. It was intense and amazing at the same time. The thrill over took me and even though I was underage, I took my broom and hovered over the trees. I watched tree after tree fall to the ground, destroying every living thing inside and around each one. I turned only a little and saw a Dementor flying closer to me than any before. They were always near here but none had ever got close to me. They feed off of positive human emotions and I had never really been happy before until this moment.—
She was cut off by the teacher asking multiple questions to everyone and the only person who still had to answer a question was her.
"Arcadia," She looked up. "What is a Dementor?" The question was only asked because everyone else answered every other question about all of the other dark creatures. She thanked her journal for providing some answer, the rest she already knew.
"Guards of Azkaban that suck the positive human emotion out of a person and if they're around people to long they begin to lose their mind."
The teacher was stunned because they asked every other student in the class. "Correct. 10 Points to Ravenclaw."
Arcadia smiled and thanked the book for the help before tying the string back around putting it away in her bag.
She went to History next. She was thankful the only person talking was the teacher. She was not happy she had to write non-stop to get everything they were saying. The class went by faster than usual and then it was lunch time. She wasn't hungry so she went off to her common room before classes started back up at one. That gave her 50 minutes to herself before she needed to head down to Charms.
They feed off of positive human emotions and I had never really been happy before until this moment because my childhood was horrible. I think it was because I was never shunning muggles like my parents wanted me to. I am a pure-blood but I can't be mean. It's not in my nature. I'm a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts and I'm friends with everyone. They all love me but during the summers when I'm home, I'm hated and un-loved because I'm a failure in their eyes. In the 1940's, everyone is pretty much a failure in their eyes.
They didn't even approve of my only true friend because he was a half-blood. I was disgusted with these people. I wanted to leave. I needed to—
She was cut off again by the bell. That bloody bell will die by the end of the week if it keeps interrupting me. She thought.
She got up and grabbed her charms and potions books and stalked off to her next class, leaving the journal behind.
She walked off to Charms class with thoughts of the journal in her mind.
So, I'm not sure of the name or gender, but I know they went here in my house in the 1940's and they were a pure-blood. That's not much to go on. There were plenty of pure-bloods in 1940.
She couldn't get the thoughts out of her head long enough to even do the charm they were supposed to do. She figured they'd work on it again tomorrow and she would just do it then. She was talking to Cho about how their day was so far. Cho was a very bright person and she loved learning. Sometimes, it was insane and it made Arcadia queasy because even she didn't enjoy learning that much.
She looked over at Draco for a split second before he looked at her. He had a hint of anger in his eyes because the charm wasn't working. She looked at the feather and knew what was wrong. Arcadia looked back up and she motioned for him to do it again and she gave a small nod. She looked back at Cho as soon as he looked down. She could see the feather float slightly out of the corner of her eyes but that was all.
The bell rang and she walked to her potions class. She had a slight headache from all the over thinking. It was exhausting. She sat down at her seat. About a minute later, someone's hand slammed down on her desk. She looked up into 2 pools of silvery grey. Those eyes were to die for. They were sexy and smooth and hard with a small creamy mixture of grey. She didn't realize what was being said until the last sentence. She heard it but it took a minute to comprehend what was happening. She was confused, and then she was just mad.
"You Ravenclaws irritate me, thinking you know everything." Was Draco's last sentence.
"For your information you stupid nit-wit, I didn't help you. I wouldn't want to help you of all people anyways. You're arrogant and annoying and it isn't my fault that you couldn't do that stupid charm on your own until you had some bloody encouragement whether it be from me or not. Do NOT tell ME what I did or did not do. You selfish prick. Go bug someone else because I do not want to hear anything from you!"
She sat back down with the calmest expression she could manage. She could barely hear Snape take 5 points from Slytherin and Ravenclaw but that wasn't the matter at the moment.
She was sure she was going to be sick. She walked over to Snape and asked to go to the hospital wing.
Once he reluctantly said yes, she grabbed her things and left as soon as possible. She made it to the hospital in 5 minutes and she was feeling slightly better but it didn't help that she had to miss her last class which made her mad at the most.
The nurse checked her out and said she may have a small bug and to just rest until tomorrow and she should be fine. She did just that. She walked off to her common room and tried to find the journal. It was nowhere she could see.
I probably misplaced it. No big deal.
Arcadia was more tired than she though because within moments of hitting her head on her pillow, she was asleep until the next day.
