Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, I would be rich, famous and doing something a lot better than procrastinating so I didn't have to do homework.

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5. Rowena Ravenclaw

You sit there, staring into the distance, a slender smile spreading across your face as you watch your comrades, Godric and Salazar, huddling over a game of chess. You know Godric will win; he's always had more skill when it comes to battles and strategy. In the corner, Helga is stroking her pet cat, Pumpernickel. That cat has always reminded you of Helga, there's something in the fact that it won't even strike an innocent mouse that is reminiscent of her compassionate and caring nature.

Your eyes scan the room, taking in the paintings and the tattered parchment that line the walls of the room. Every hope and dream that the four of you have shared is etched into those scraps of paper; every idea any of you has ever had is recorded somewhere among the lines. You keep looking around, the sounds of playful banter between Godric and Salazar floating through the air. Your intuition has failed you for once; Salazar seems to have stolen victory from under Godric's nose.

Your eyes then fall upon the tattered hat, placed jauntily upon the stool in the corner. That hat is the magnum opus of your creation. It is the one thing the four of you treasure above all else. You can still remember the day you poured magic into this hat. Godric had waved his wand in an intricate configuration, muttering spells and phrases under his breath. The hat had hopped slightly on the table, and you had all held your breath, waiting to see if the years of hard work and dedication were going to be a success.

Then the rainbow had exploded, illuminating the dilapidated hat and your faces, as you watched eagerly over it. The spectrum of colours had lit up the darkened area; the brightness had seemed to fill even the deepest corners of the room. Back then, it had just seemed to you like a rainbow, but now, when you reflect on it, it seems like something more.

You had picked the colours for your houses spontaneously, each of you piping up with a suggestion on what you wanted. However, without even knowing it, you had each picked the colour that represented your personality and character traits.

Godric chose red. He said it was because red reminded him of leaves spiralling from the trees in autumn. You've always wondered whether or not this is true, but you know better than to question him. Red is considered the colour of love and passion, two emotions that sum Godric up very well. He's always been compassionate, perhaps sometimes a little too so. His passion often blinds him, causes him to become irrational and to make decisions without thinking through the consequences. But you can't say anything; you know that he would save you or any of your friends at the drop of a hat, and not even expect a simple thankyou in return. Besides, all those hasty, quickly conceived plans of Godric's, they always come true, you cannot deny it. You have seen the way his ill-concocted plans fall into place at the last moment, as though, all along, they were meant to be.

But red is also the colour of anger, and, unfortunately, this is also a sentiment that Godric seems to portray. His love blinds him, and causes him to lash in rage. The smallest things can set his temper flaring, almost as though he is a catastrophe waiting to happen. His fits of anger last for hours, but then they cease, almost as quickly as they come.

Salazar is different. He chose green, widely considered to be the colour of nature. He never mentioned why exactly he chose it. In a way, you suppose, his somewhat twisted (though you will never say so for fear of causing a rift) views do represent nature. One of the most vital yet one of the cruelest rules of nature is that which states 'only the fittest can survive.' While you do not agree with Salazar's view on exactly who those 'fit' people are, while you believe that a Muggleborn with brains is worth more than a Pureblood with none, you can't contradict the fact that he is channelling nature. He is just interpreting it a little differently to most.

Salazar's differing views are going to cause friction among the group, you can feel it. While he and Godric are like best friends and brothers, the rift is slowly forming. Maybe the only reason you have spotted it is because you have slightly more intuition and brain power than others, but you know that is unlikely. Salazar and Godric are too proud to admit that anything is wrong, and Helga is too trusting, too willing to see the good in everyone.

Yellow is meant to represent happiness, which is, in a way, quite a good synonym for Helga. She is your best friend, and your confidante, yet you see her faults, just like you see everyone else's. It's the one true disadvantage of brains, although this thought will never cross your lips, you like people to think that you believe brains are everything. She is delusional, seeing only the good things that she wants to be there, and blocking out everything that does not belong in her perfect world. Helga has no prejudices, not because she doesn't care (you know all too well that she does), but because she sees only the good in everyone. You feel sorry for her, because even though she does seem entirely happy with her blissful existence, you have always believed that knowledge and wisdom, the two things that will make you truly happy, can only be found through experiencing life – the good, the bad and the ugly.

You chose blue. To you, blue has always meant peace and harmony. You believe that people can only achieve true peace if they understand the world around them. Really, though, you just picked it because you think it is pretty, and that it matches well with your eyes. But if blue truly represents peace, then you know you have made the right choice.

You reflect back to the rainbow that appeared that day, bright and symbolic. You can still picture everyone's reactions, right down to the tone in their voice.

"It's so pretty"

"Helga, don't be silly, it's just a rainbow, one that's a bit too bright and gay for my liking"

"Well, perhaps it is a sign of some sort, a sign saying that we should continue on our quest to create the world's most renowned magic school"

You said nothing, but inside you were bursting. You could feel the smile exploding on your face. To you, that rainbow meant togetherness, the way the colours blended in perfect harmony. You know you sound a little like Helga when you say this, but it is true. The colours all mesh together, showing that no matter how different you are, you can still connect.

The colours really do mean something. After all purple, the combination of red and blue, is said to represent royalty. While it is one of those unspoken rules, you know that you and Godric are the leaders of your group. Godric has the power to overrule, and natural leadership qualities, while everyone looks to you for wisdom. You are the one who makes everyone's ideas come together, because while everyone else becomes overenthusiastic and rushes head-first towards disaster, you stop and think things through, looking at the logistics of each plan.

Orange is the colour of Godric and Helena. It's said to have positive connotations, to be the mid-ground between red and yellow. Orange symbolises the perfect person, one who is optimistic and tolerant of all, yet still able to fight. In short, it is what every person in this room aspires to be.

Despite your thirst for knowledge, you still have not come to a conclusion about pink. Perhaps one day, when you are even more experienced and wiser than you are now, you will know. But some things should remain unknown; some things should invite and inspire quests for knowledge.

Your eyes open, you were that lost in your thoughts that you never realised they had shut. Helga is now sound asleep, her mouth wide open as she gently snores. Godric and Salazar are deep in conversation, discussing dragons, each of them gesturing wildly with their hands as they dispute.

Checking that no-one is paying attention to you, you sneak towards the hat, drawing out your wand as you do so. You tap the hat a few times, sparks flying from your wand tip. And then, the rainbow appears, floating in front of you. You lean back, soaking in the colours as they radiate. The others are still engrossed in their other pursuits, but you do not notice them, you are too busy studying the rainbow. You smile as you study the colours, tangible and interweaved as they are.

Life will not always be a picnic. Your friends will live up to both the positive and the negative connotations associated with the colours that they chose to represent their beliefs.

But for now, you have the rainbow, and that is all that matters.

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Cuban Sombrero Gal

A/N: Hi guys -waves-

This is my first attempt at a Founder's fic, so sorry if anything seems off. It is also my first attempt at 2nd person, so any feedback, positive or negative, is welcomed.

Hope you guys enjoyed it