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(31/12/03 12:06 pm)
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First Day Back - Ravenclaw Girls' Dorm
Ravenclaw Girls’ Dorm
"Uhh...we're finally here!" Mari said dropping her suitcase onto her four poster bed.
"That was a looong trip." Ali said dropping her stuff on the bed next to Mari's. "When will boots ever shut up?" Ali said walking towards (the still squawking) owl.
"I don't know." Mari replied. "Why don't we take him and Flit up to the owlery. Maybe he'll calm down when he's around some other owls."
"Good idea." Ali agreed, picking up her owl and walking with Mari up to the owlery.
Lily entered the dormitory to find it empty, although she could see by the trunks against the wall that two of its occupants - Marigold Whyles and Ali - had already been and gone.
Deciding she might as well unpack a little before going down to the Common Room, she began to lay a few things - a hairbrush, a clock, and a small mirror - on the table next to her four-poster bed. As she was unpacking the door opened and Mari reentered, notoriously owl-less.
"Hello!" Lily said. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
"Hi Lily!" Mari said when she saw her friend. "I didn't know you were here yet."
"Yep," replied Lily, still unpacking her things and placing them neatly in or on her dresser. "Just got in. Oh hi Ali." she said seeing Ali walk in to the room as well.
"Hi!" Ali said brightly.
"So," Mari stuttered trying to think of something to talk about. In truth she'd been waiting all summer to see her friends and to talk to them, but now, once she was with them (some of them at least) she was lost for words. "So, umm...what class are you looking forward to most Lily?" she said, as she and Ali began unpacking their stuff along with Lily.
Lily abandoned unpacking, sat down on the four-poster bed, and pondered the question for a moment.
"Transfiguration, I think," she said after a brief hesitation. "And Charms. They should both be extremely interesting, don't you think?"
"I guess so," Mari replied "They WILL both be interesting, but whether I'll get a passing grade in either is a HUGE mystery...I only got an "A" in both last year, but I guess that's not saying much since the only class I got an "E" in was Care of Magical Creatures." She admitted.
"Mari will you ever stop that?" Ali demanded. " "A's" are good too you know!"
"This coming from the person getting no less than an "E" in everything." Mari stated jokingly.
"Care of Magical Creatures will be fun too," Lily said reflectively. "As long as it's not too dull. You know, flobberworms and such."
"Yeah...those are boring." Mari admitted. "But they might actually show us something interesting! Besides," Mari continued, "even if the class is boring, it's the only one that i regularly do OK in."
"YOU do OK in it, but it's definitely not my strong class!" Ali said. "I, like Lily, prefer Transfiguration."
Marti opened the door to the common room, standing in the doorway for a moment to take stock of those already there.
"Hello, Marti," Lily said aside as Marti entered the common room, looking morose and distracted.
"Hi," she mumbled, and went immediately to her trunk.
She took her wand out, sticking it in the pocket of her robes. Examining each of her robes, she waved it at a few of them, taking the wrinkles out instantly. With a satisfied expression, she pulled out her drawing pad and sat on her bed with it, looking critically at Ronnie's half drawn face. She chewed the end of her pencil idly as the other girls chattered on.
Lily turned back to Mari and Ali, both busily unpacking their own belongings.
"What about Charms, Mari?" she inquired. "Are you looking forward to that? I am," she added. "Very much so."
"Well, I guess I sort of am..." Mari paused. "But I'm not very good in that class either."
"Oh I give up." Ali said throwing her arms up in the air. "You don't like any of the cool classes! I'm with you Lily! Charms is going to be spectacular!"
"Well gee, I'm sorry that I don't like the classes that I do bad in!" Mari responded.
"Well Mari, if you think you do bad in everything, then you aren't going to like many things this year are you?" Lily said smartly.
"Oh! why do you have to argue so....so...logically!" Mari questioned frustratedly.
"Because it's very easy to do so," Lily said philosophically as she pulled a hairbrush through her thick red hair.
"Maybe for YOU it is." Mari said. "But it isn't for me!"
"You could if you tried," Lily said, discarding the hairbrush for a black clip and pulling the first part of her hair back from her face.
"But I HAVE tried." Mari said as she grabbed one of her favorite blue striped shirts from her trunk and stuffed it unceremoniously into the nearest open dresser drawer.
"Mari!" Ali broke in, "At least fold them." Ali grabbed the shirt from the drawer, quickly folded it, and placed it neatly back in the drawer, but it was in vain since not a second later Mari threw the next shirt right on top of the first one, and continued complaining about her illogical way of saying things.
"I mean, I wish I could, but my brain is like only wired to say crazy, funny, and totally illogical things!" Mari finished.
"Which is why you're terribly fun to argue with," Lily replied.
"Well thanks a lot Lily! That's encouraging!" Mari said loudly.
"You were the one who labeled your arguments illogical," Lily pointed out as she began neatly to unpack her trunk.
"But, but! No. But I...I didn't mean you to...Oh I give up!" Mari said laughing as she threw a pillow at Lily.
Lily threw the pillow back in mock outrage. "Watch it, Miss Whyles, or I'll report you!"
"You'd report a friend for throwing a pillow at you?" Mari questioned, chucking the pillow back.
Lily made a show of considering it. "Maybe not," she said, adding - "But I might have to confiscate the object." Grinning, she laid the pillow on top of her own, fluffed it up, and leaned comfortably back.
"Confiscating an object is not the same thing as stealing it Lily." Mari said as she walked over to Lily's bed to try to reclaim her pillow.
"It's been confiscated for...er...misuse," Lily said as she clutched the pillow away from Mary. "It's been relocated to the realm of...er...my bed."
"Uh-huh." Mari said disbelievingly. "Well then I guess I'll confiscate yours as well." she said, quickly grabbing Lily's pillow and running back to her own bed, clutching the confiscated item tightly.
Marti stealthily flipped forward a few pages in her sketchbook. She lightly drew a few lines across the paper, and glanced up at the scene around her...I'll make sure the back wall is really unobtrusive...and Lily will be standing like that, the pillow there....and Mari will be grinning...
"Ok." Mari said once she reached her bed. "How about we trade back pillows?" She suggested.
"Fine," said Lily with an exaggerated sigh. She tossed the pillow back at Mari.
"Ha!" Mari said loudly once she had caught the pillow Lily had tossed. "Now I have both pillows, and I have no reason to give you back yours."
Lily laughed and walked toward the door. "I'd better go downstairs and make sure no one is destroying anything," she said.
Just as she passed Mari, she reached out and snatched her pillow. Tossing it onto her bed, she laughed and walked out.
Ginger passed Lily on the staircase. "Oh, Lily, I was looking for you! Congratulations on making Head Girl!" Ginger set her siamese cat, Cleo, on the floor in order to shake Lily's hand. "I'm really glad you made it. I can't think of anyone who could do the job better." She lowered her voice some. "But it doesn't seem like it's a position that's hard to get anymore--not if James Potter could get it. Did you see them at the feast? He and his friends, with their heads all bent together...looks suspicious, I think." Ginger looked up, hoping for approval. She had always admired Lily.
"Thanks," Lily said with an appreciative grin. "I'll probably need all the support I can get, working opposite Potter and his cronies. I don't doubt they're up to something," she added darkly. "They always are. I've no idea how Potter made Head Boy..." she stopped, staring angrily into nowhere.
"Sorry," she said after a second, and smiled at Ginger again.
"That's okay," said Ginger brightly, obviously glowing. "If there's a way for me to help, please tell me!" Ginger's face suddenly clouded. "I still haven't forgotten when he thought it a great joke to show me the "short cut" to the Potions classroom in the beginning of my first year. I still have nightmares about it sometimes..." She broke off, shuddering. "Anyway, I'd love to help." She called Cleo and hurried down the stairs to the common room.
"See you," Lily called after her. She stuck her head back into the dorm –
"Mari, Ali, I'm going down to the Common Room for a bit, and then I have to go meet with the Headmaster. Want to come? To the Common Room, I mean."
"Yeah sure." Mari said stuffing the few remaining t-shirts that were still on her bed into the dresser. "I'm done enough here. Coming Ali?"
"Yep!" Ali said quickly. "There's no point in staying in a room all by myself."
So, Ali and Mari followed Lily down the stairs into the Ravenclaw common room.
Left alone in the dorm, Marti stretched. I wonder what it would be like to be in a clique... She leaned back on her pillows and shut her eyes, trying to imagine it: laughing and chatting at meals, sitting around outside after classes instead of studying, forever trailing behind anyone who had to run an errand - her eyes opened and flicked to the door as she reminded herself of the other Ravenclaw girls. I don't want to be like that though...I don't even know how they made it into Ravenclaw...they're smart, certainly, but I never see any dedication to learning or striving for improvement. Just a social life. Can't they see that's not what school is for?
She shook her head as she stood and walked to the window. Few stars shined, heavy rain clouds obscuring the tiny pinpricks of light the night brought. Even as she watched rain began to fall. She checked her watch and with a sigh, decided it was too early to go to bed. She stuck her sketchpad under her pillow and went to the common room.
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