Post by Isabelle Wesker on Nov 27, 2007 20:24:42 GMT -5
The sun was setting down on the first day of class, and the fire was crackling in the Ravenclaw common room. It was a beautiful sunset, and most of the younger Ravenclaws were staring through the wide windows in awe.
A few critters are playing together on the star covered carpet. Others remain with their masters, curled up in their laps.
Most of the older students were already busy with homework, the OWL years and beyond being pretty demanding of them. They sat in the armchairs near the fireplace, nose in books, or at the tables with their quills and parchment, occasionnally according themselves a pause to look out the windows.
You never tire of the breathtaking view.
One 6th year student didn't seem to be too worried about homework, however. Snugged comfortably on a couch between two other studying girls, she didn't seem to pay much attention to the book sitting open on her lap, releasing a beaten old snitch that her pet bat would chase and catch to bring back to her.
"So that new flying teacher, uh?" Isabelle said, releasing the snitch again.
"Oh, wicked piece of a man, he is!" The girl on her left exclaimed, raising her nose from her book.
"Makes me wish I was a first year again..." sighed the girl on the right, gazing dreamily in the distance.
The three girls giggled together. Henson the bat brought back the snitch to Isabelle, who stared at it for a while thoughfully. Henson looked up at her impatiently.
"Well, I guess there's always Quidditch. And maybe I'll need to check up on my sister during her flying lessons, if I don't have a class at the same time..." she added, smirking.
"Speaking of your sister, I'm surprised she ended up in Gryffindor, from what you told us of her..." Sera said, grabbing the snitch from her and releasing it again, to Henson's delight.
"Yeah, I'd have though she was smart enough for Ravenclaw. But Gryffindor? That crybaby? Not really an example of bravery... I'd have though Hufflepuff, maybe..."
Henson was taking his time chasing the snitch this time, not in any hurry to bring it back just to be held up again.
"Oh well, I guess this means I won't have to babysit her all the time."
"Might be another advantage to her being a Gryffindor you're not thinking of..." said the other girl, Mary. Isabelle arched an eyebrow at her.
"Oh yeah! She can give you inside scoops!..."
"...on a certain Gryffindor you like!"
"Oh, I do not!" Isabelle hissed, looking around her nervously.
"With his flaming red hair..." Sera added, theatrically.
"...and troublemaking ways..." Mary went on, hands together and batting her eyebrows.
"Guys, shut up!" Isabelle yelled, blushing slightly, grabbing a cushion and hitting both of her friends with it.
The three girls erupted in giggles, scuffling on the couch, disturbing the serenity of the common room.
Henson and the snitch flew in circles above them.
A few critters are playing together on the star covered carpet. Others remain with their masters, curled up in their laps.
Most of the older students were already busy with homework, the OWL years and beyond being pretty demanding of them. They sat in the armchairs near the fireplace, nose in books, or at the tables with their quills and parchment, occasionnally according themselves a pause to look out the windows.
You never tire of the breathtaking view.
One 6th year student didn't seem to be too worried about homework, however. Snugged comfortably on a couch between two other studying girls, she didn't seem to pay much attention to the book sitting open on her lap, releasing a beaten old snitch that her pet bat would chase and catch to bring back to her.
"So that new flying teacher, uh?" Isabelle said, releasing the snitch again.
"Oh, wicked piece of a man, he is!" The girl on her left exclaimed, raising her nose from her book.
"Makes me wish I was a first year again..." sighed the girl on the right, gazing dreamily in the distance.
The three girls giggled together. Henson the bat brought back the snitch to Isabelle, who stared at it for a while thoughfully. Henson looked up at her impatiently.
"Well, I guess there's always Quidditch. And maybe I'll need to check up on my sister during her flying lessons, if I don't have a class at the same time..." she added, smirking.
"Speaking of your sister, I'm surprised she ended up in Gryffindor, from what you told us of her..." Sera said, grabbing the snitch from her and releasing it again, to Henson's delight.
"Yeah, I'd have though she was smart enough for Ravenclaw. But Gryffindor? That crybaby? Not really an example of bravery... I'd have though Hufflepuff, maybe..."
Henson was taking his time chasing the snitch this time, not in any hurry to bring it back just to be held up again.
"Oh well, I guess this means I won't have to babysit her all the time."
"Might be another advantage to her being a Gryffindor you're not thinking of..." said the other girl, Mary. Isabelle arched an eyebrow at her.
"Oh yeah! She can give you inside scoops!..."
"...on a certain Gryffindor you like!"
"Oh, I do not!" Isabelle hissed, looking around her nervously.
"With his flaming red hair..." Sera added, theatrically.
"...and troublemaking ways..." Mary went on, hands together and batting her eyebrows.
"Guys, shut up!" Isabelle yelled, blushing slightly, grabbing a cushion and hitting both of her friends with it.
The three girls erupted in giggles, scuffling on the couch, disturbing the serenity of the common room.
Henson and the snitch flew in circles above them.
