"RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted. I exhaled, not aware until then that I'd been holding my breath. The Ravenclaw table was roaring with cheers and applause. McGonagall lifted the hat off my head and I ran to the table to be greeted by Rory and my sister, among other upperclassmen. I looked around for Luna, but she was nowhere to be seen. I sat down between Rory and Evie, my heart still pounding.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw, Y/n," Evie said, pulling me in for a hug. "The Loesser streak lives on." I smile at her. The rest of the line is sorted, and an old man with a long white beard steps up to the eagle podium.
"My name is Professor Dumbledore, and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. The rules of this school are simple. Students should be in bed by 9 PM. Teachers and staff are authorized to inspect common rooms and dorms at any time after 9 PM to make sure this rule is followed, and classes begin at 8 AM. Boys and girls are not allowed in each other's dorms. For those who are unaware of the points system, you'll see to my right that each house has a glass case." He gestures to the huge canisters mounted on the wall. "Each marble in the case represents a point for your house. Teachers will award points for your triumphs, and take away points for misbehavior. The house with the most points at the end of the school year wins the coveted house cup." A golden trophy sat on top of these glass cases. Evie said Hufflepuff won it last year, but it was suddenly very important to me that Ravenclaw won it this year. Dumbledore spoke again.
"Without further ado, let the feast begin!" He waved his hand and suddenly, hundreds of trays of food appeared on the table, each student with their own cup, plate, and utensils. I looked over at Dumbledore, who held his cup up to make a toast.
"To the beginning of another successful school year for all of us," he said.
"Hear, hear!" everyone shouted, raising their cups. We started to load our plates with food, and Rory was already stuffing his face with turkey.
"It's like thanksgiving," he said with his mouth full.
"What's thanksgiving?" I ask.
"It's a muggle holiday," he says. "We eat a lot to celebrate the first thanksgiving feast in the 1600s, which was basically a symbol of peace between the country's native people and the new immigrants who decided they wanted to live there."
"That sounds nice," I say with a smile. "Mum used to tell Evie and I about Muggle holidays, but I still don't understand what the point of groundhog's day is." Rory laughed.
"Honestly, neither do I. Something ridiculous about a groundhog's shadow being able to tell whether spring would be coming early." We talked more and ate more, until Evie tapped my shoulder.
"Since you're officially a Ravenclaw now, there are a few things you should know," she says.
"Like?"
"Like the fact that we've broken the charm that keeps the boys and girls out of each others' rooms a long time ago, and how Professor Snape always knows when you haven't studied, and a charm someone invented to access the restricted section in the library, and I'll also tell you who to stay away from. Starting with Looney Lovegood," Evie said, looking past me. Looney Lovegood? I looked behind me to follow Evie's gaze and there was Luna, isolated at the end of the table. She was reading the same book she had on the train, and Sage the cat was perched on top of her head. Evie smacked my arm. "Well don't turn around and gawk," she hissed.
"You mean Luna Lovegood? You said Looney before," I say, facing her.
"You know her?"
"We met on the train, she was the first open cabin I found. She's nice, why would you call her looney?"
Evie sighs. "Because she is looney, y/n. She believes in things that aren't real, nargles or something of the sort, and she never talks to anyone. I'm surprised nobody's thrown her in the nuthouse yet." An older boy from across the table chimed in.
"Yeah," he said, "she's crackers all right, ask anyone. Once she came up to me and started talking nonsense, about blimbering-squimbling-something in her magazine." I look over at him.
"And you are?" I ask, wondering who asked for his comment.
"William. I'm head boy of Ravenclaw," he said, pointing to the badge on his robe that said Head Boy.
"Well, William-Head-Boy-Of-Ravenclaw, has it ever crossed your mind that she never talks to anybody because she knows she wouldn't be listened to if she did?"
"Y/n, it's not like we leave her out on purpose," said Evie. "She chooses to be alone, and no sound-minded person is that introverted. Humans are social creatures by nature, it's in our blood. So the only conclusion I can draw from that is that there's something wrong with that Lovegood girl." I've had enough of her rubbish. I stand up and look her dead in the eye, flames of rage heating up my chest.
"Luna is not mad, Evie. You're just a bloody twit." Before my brain knew what I was doing, my body had already turned around and walked out those huge doors, into the hallway, away from everyone. Not even a full day here, and Evie was already causing problems. I know earlier I said I thought I would like it here, but I was beginning to wonder if the floating candles and the huge feasts were worth it.
Dear Y/n,
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Fanfiction"How could my love for her be wrong? Sure, it was odd to some people, but it was love just the same." Since your first day at Hogwarts, there have been rumors about that strange Lovegood girl who wears mismatched clothes and talks about creatures th...
