Day 1, Part 1
[X] Cancer Adara Lestrange (Sorry, gotta stick to those Black family naming conventions.)
[X] Female
[X] Glorious Pureblood
[X] Crafty
[X] Phoenix
Your morning begins with a moment of confusion, as your partially aware mind grapples with the fact that this is not your bed. As wakefulness fully flows into your body, you pull yourself up and look around. Seems like the other girls are still asleep. You pop out of the sheets, excited energy coursing through you once again. You wouldn't want any of your housemates to realize just how thrilled you are, that wouldn't be particularly proper of you… but you can't help it. This place has always been your dream. You start going through your things, pulling out your robes for the day, checking the schedule that's been left on your nightstand… when something catches your eye.
There are a handful of cages around the room, everyone's owls having been taken to the owlry the night before, but your cage didn't hold an owl. And now it holds a note. "As you were instructed in your letter of invitation, the only pets allowed in Hogwarts are cats, toads and owls- for violation of these regulations, your familiar has been confiscated and will be returned to you at the end of term." They've taken your phoenix! Those bastards!
While the old bird can be a bit of a pest at times, Jean's been with you ever since you were a toddler. After your grandmother's death it had sought you out and stuck to you like glue. You're not exactly sure what you're going to do without it, although you could never get her to carry mail...well, there's not much time to consider the problem. Your housemates are starting to rouse as well, and you need to go get breakfast.
You're dressed and in the common room before anyone but a couple of sixth and seventh years who seem to have fallen asleep there the night before. The rest of your roommates trail out after you with none of your energy (or enthusiasm). You can't help it! You're in Hogwarts, it's your first day! You linger a bit, have a few passing words with the others in your year (most of them you know in passing- birthday parties and social gatherings) before you melt into the gathering crowd and follow it to the Great Hall.
It doesn't look quite as incredible as it did yesterday, but the sight of the vaulted ceiling still fills you with excitement. As you meditate on your oatmeal, Daphne Greengrass drops into a seat next to you. You suppose she's the closest thing you have to a friend in this place, but truth be told you don't really know her very well. "Soooo…" she begins. "Harry Potter is in our year." Yep, there it is. People kept trying to talk to you about it on the train yesterday, and then in the Slytherin Common Room last night. Most people seem starstruck by him, but Draco Malfoy's clearly harboring a grudge against him already. Politics.
Well, you have to admit his mere existence is pretty impressive- he's a living legend, after all. On the other hand, your parents probably wouldn't be in jail if it wasn't for him. Your grandfather's never been much of a fan of him for just that reason, and the rest of your family mostly avoids the topic when you see them for holidays. Your own opinion of him lies mostly in the realm of
[ ] Awe
[ ] Resentment
[ ] Scorn
[ ] Apathy
[ ] Write-in
AN: Sorry for the name-change, but Blacks just don't get named after constellations you sillies. Stars and Nebulas!
[X] Female
[X] Glorious Pureblood
[X] Crafty
[X] Phoenix
Your morning begins with a moment of confusion, as your partially aware mind grapples with the fact that this is not your bed. As wakefulness fully flows into your body, you pull yourself up and look around. Seems like the other girls are still asleep. You pop out of the sheets, excited energy coursing through you once again. You wouldn't want any of your housemates to realize just how thrilled you are, that wouldn't be particularly proper of you… but you can't help it. This place has always been your dream. You start going through your things, pulling out your robes for the day, checking the schedule that's been left on your nightstand… when something catches your eye.
There are a handful of cages around the room, everyone's owls having been taken to the owlry the night before, but your cage didn't hold an owl. And now it holds a note. "As you were instructed in your letter of invitation, the only pets allowed in Hogwarts are cats, toads and owls- for violation of these regulations, your familiar has been confiscated and will be returned to you at the end of term." They've taken your phoenix! Those bastards!
While the old bird can be a bit of a pest at times, Jean's been with you ever since you were a toddler. After your grandmother's death it had sought you out and stuck to you like glue. You're not exactly sure what you're going to do without it, although you could never get her to carry mail...well, there's not much time to consider the problem. Your housemates are starting to rouse as well, and you need to go get breakfast.
You're dressed and in the common room before anyone but a couple of sixth and seventh years who seem to have fallen asleep there the night before. The rest of your roommates trail out after you with none of your energy (or enthusiasm). You can't help it! You're in Hogwarts, it's your first day! You linger a bit, have a few passing words with the others in your year (most of them you know in passing- birthday parties and social gatherings) before you melt into the gathering crowd and follow it to the Great Hall.
It doesn't look quite as incredible as it did yesterday, but the sight of the vaulted ceiling still fills you with excitement. As you meditate on your oatmeal, Daphne Greengrass drops into a seat next to you. You suppose she's the closest thing you have to a friend in this place, but truth be told you don't really know her very well. "Soooo…" she begins. "Harry Potter is in our year." Yep, there it is. People kept trying to talk to you about it on the train yesterday, and then in the Slytherin Common Room last night. Most people seem starstruck by him, but Draco Malfoy's clearly harboring a grudge against him already. Politics.
Well, you have to admit his mere existence is pretty impressive- he's a living legend, after all. On the other hand, your parents probably wouldn't be in jail if it wasn't for him. Your grandfather's never been much of a fan of him for just that reason, and the rest of your family mostly avoids the topic when you see them for holidays. Your own opinion of him lies mostly in the realm of
[ ] Awe
[ ] Resentment
[ ] Scorn
[ ] Apathy
[ ] Write-in
AN: Sorry for the name-change, but Blacks just don't get named after constellations you sillies. Stars and Nebulas!
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