A/N: Blah, another one done! Here you are Ravenclaws. In this chapter, you will find:
Becca-in-a-box, tonkswyrda, violet-phoenix-rose, & .
If you're wondering why the characters seem a little underdeveloped, it's because they are! But more will be coming in the next Ravenclaw installment, and you'll understand my motives for making them act the way they do. Hope you enjoy!
Violet Hughes sniffed again, shaking her head slightly, her pointer finger held close to her nostrils. She exhaled slowly, smiling at Anthony Goldstein.
"More?," Anthony asked, his eyes already flicking around the room.
"One more line," Violet breathed with a grin. "I have a 14 inch summer assignment due tomorrow that I haven't even started. I need something to keep me going."
Anthony took the same razor to the surface of Violet's compact mirror, creating an even finer white powder. Violet ran a hand anxiously through her choppy layers, reclining on the bed while she waited for Anthony to finish.
"Here you are, babe," Anthony said, his voice low as he passed her a rolled banknote, £50, which she took with eager, shaking fingers.
Leaning over the mirror, Violet bent down, slowly snorting the white line until every last spec of cocaine was gone.
"You're the other Gini, aren't you?" A third year that Gini Cooper had never seen before stood in front of her, looking at her expectantly as he clutched what appeared to be a card of some sort in his hand. She frowned.
"'The other Gini'? Well, most people just call me Gini, but I guess that works as well. What do you need? A tutor?" School hadn't even begun yet and Gini had already been approached twice with requests for a tutor. It must be the fact that she'd been promoted to prefect this year.
The boy only shook his head, looking troubled.
"Something else then? As your prefect, I'm here to listen to your concerns and help you in any possible way that I can," Gini said kindly. The Golden Rule was her favourite one, and she hoped it applied in this case.
"Actually, uhm, I- ," the boy stuttered, clutching the card tighter. "I was wondering if this... if this was you?" The boy thrust the card, which was actually a photo, in front of Gini. "I mean, it has the same purple hair, and glasses…"
Gini gasped at what she saw, her heart slamming against her ribcage, blood rushing to her face. A girl, topless, lay on her side on what was clearly a bed in a boy's dorm. The tips of her fingers were slipped past the edge of her lacy black underwear, and she was resting with her head propped up on her other hand. Gini gasped again, looking up at the boy and then back down at the picture. It was completely awful, inappropriate and downright scandalous.
The worst part was that the boy was right. It was her.
"Becca, who are you stuck with this year?," Audrey Paloma Garcia Alvarez asked the girl currently trying to unlock the door across the hallway from her.
"Somebody called… Violet Hughes? Ever heard of her?" Audrey shook her head, her dangling gold earrings tinkling gently. Becca Wilson sighed, running her fingers through her ginger hair.
"Well, she's got the door locked pretty tight," Becca said distractedly as she jiggled the handle and pushed against the door with her shoulder. Audrey glanced over her shoulder, setting her brightly printed Vera Bradley duffel bag onto the floor of the hallway.
"Here, let me help." Audrey went over, standing next to Becca, their shoulders aligned with the door.
"One – Two – Three!" Both girls slammed into the door, and through the door, landing in a tangled heap on the floor.
"What the fuck?," Becca said loudly, raising herself up on her hands and knees. "Are you snorting crack in my dorm room?!" Violet gasped from the bed, dropping the mirror from her hands. Anthony, who was sitting shirtless in her desk chair, merely glanced over his shoulder at the two girls.
"No, you're seeing things," he drawled, grabbing his shirt and tugging it over his head. Audrey snorted at the Nintendo-themed graphics on the front.
Becca stood up from the floor, hands on her hips. "I'm pretty spacey most of the time, but I'm not that stupid, alright? I know what I saw." Audrey sighed, standing, pulling her floral sundress down.
"I'm Violet," the girl said, standing from the bed, extending a hand to Becca. Violet was too thin and Becca winced.
"Becca," she said in response. "And I'd really appreciate if you'd do your illegal activities somewhere else. I'm not trying to have my dorm searched."
"You're American," Violet said, ignoring Becca's remarks about her drug use. "Why are you here?"
"Dios Mio," Audrey sighed. "Well, Becca, I'll talk to you later," she said quietly, backing out of the room slowly.
"No, Audrey, you can stay. Right, Violet? If you're allowed to have your 'friends' over, I'm allowed to have mine." Becca raised an eyebrow, daring Violet to respond.
"You mean Anthony? If you're going to talk about him, you might as well call him by name. Anthony meet Bella, Bella meet Anthony." Audrey slapped her palm to her forehead. There was no way this could turn out good.
"It's Becca," the taller girl growled. "If you don't mind Anthony, I'm rather tired and need to unpack. So if you'd just leave…" Anthony stood up, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Audrey snuck out the door, hoping not to be noticed. The last thing she wanted was to witness a murder.
"Colin! Colin Daniel Creevey, you bastard!" Colin's head snapped up from where he had been cleaning his lenses.
"What is it, love?," Colin asked meekly, pressing his thick-rimmed glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
"This," Gini hissed, shoving the picture in front of Colin. "How did this get out?" Colin's mouth fell open and he looked nervously at the picture, before hesitantly looking at Gini.
"Gini, sweetheart…"
"Don't you dare 'sweetheart' me, Creevey," Gini snarled, her lip curling in a particularly scary way. She ripped the picture in half, throwing the two scraps to the ground. Huffing, she spun around, pacing the length of Colin's single dorm. "I can't… I can't believe you! I told you not to develop those photos, and that if you did, you needed to keep them at home! But no, why should you listen to me? I'm only the one posing in your pornographic pictures!" Colin sat quietly on his bed, his eyes wide. "Are you completely stupid? Or just utterly mad? I'm a fucking prefect, Colin, and if anyone important were to see these photos, I doubt I'd be a prefect much longer!"
"I'm sorry?," Colin said, more of a question than a sincere statement. His soft brown eyes searched Gini's face, hoping she'd find it in her heart to forgive him.
"I just – I don't get it, Colin," Gini said with a sigh. "What did you do, sell them as people entered the dorm?" Colin shook his head, setting his lens down and standing up, wrapping his arms around Ginny who was determinedly facing away from him.
"I developed another copy, so I could take it to school. It must've fallen out of my bag on my way in. I promise it's the only one I had. No one will believe that third year anyway, if he says anything. My guess is he won't. Anyway, I'm sorry." Colin kissed Gini's temple and she softened in his arms. "Really, I am. I should've listened to you. As always." Gini found herself smiling.
"One more question, Colin," Gini drawled, turning in his arms to face him. Colin looked at her expectantly, waiting. "Why did you need that photo? You've got the real thing right here."
Audrey was quiet, counting every time Luna Lovegood, her roommate, snored. She couldn't sleep, and she knew exactly why, but she didn't want to think about it. The more she thought about it, or him, rather, the less sleep she got. It was wrong really, he was so much older than her fifteen years. But if something didn't feel wrong, was it truly wrong? Audrey sighed, turning in bed to face the wall. She should be more sensible, she shouldn't act so rashly…
A tapping on the window distracted her from her thoughts. She ignored it, thinking it to be a normal night sound, until it happened again, and again. Standing up from her bed, Audrey tiptoed over the window, pushing it open with her fingertips. Leaning out far enough to see the two stories down to the ground, she was unsure whether to smile or cry at the sight she saw.
"Missing me already?," Fred Weasley stage-whispered to Audrey, a grin spreading across his lightly freckled face. Audrey rolled her eyes, but his smile was contagious.
"Not as much as you'd like," she teased. "What are you doing here?"
"You know my mate, Oliver? He coaches the football team. I came to see you, but he was my excuse to get a pass onto the grounds." Audrey bit her lip, trying not to show how happy she truly was. She didn't want to feel that weak.
"I- you can't come up, Fred. My roommate- she's sleeping." Audrey tugged on the strap of her crème coloured camisole, pulling it back up over her shoulder.
"Then come down," Fred said, still smiling.
"How?," Audrey asked skeptically, knowing that her D.A. was most likely perched by the door, waiting for girls trying to sneak out for late night escapades.
"This sounds a bit far-fetched, but bear with me. I have some rope, and when I throw it up to you, I need you to catch it."