Dark as a Ravenclaw

Chapter 1: Unlucky 15

"Happy fifteenth birthday, Renya! I woke up to the sound of Luna's cheerful voice in my ear. I had almost forgotten it was my fifteenth birthday. But, of course Luna had to do what Luna always does best, remind people of ever worst days that wish to be forgotten that are the worst possible days for you but happy and cheerful to just about everyone else. I'm Reyna, by the way great granddaughter of the famous Rowena Ravenclaw. I quickly climbed out of my bed and looked around. Every girl in the Ravenclaw dorm room was smiling. It almost looked fake, hence the word ALMOST. Lily was in front of me holding out a beautiful three storied cake with fifteen candles. "Thanks, guys but you really don't have to do this every year." I told them. It was the same every year. Cake, confetti, and cheering. I went down to the girls bathroom on the third floor. It was the best bathroom, because of the full-length mirrors, the ginormous baths, the best shampoo and conditioner for hair, and of course the color scheme. It was painted light blue, lilac, and a pale pink that brought out the silvery-gold glaze they brushed on the mirrors. I gazed into a ornately carved mirror. Looking back at me I saw a girl who would upset her great grandmother and grandmother, if I ever met either of them. I was born with curly blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes(at least everyone in my dorm told me they were), and pale red lips. It was natural for me, but not for Ravenclaws. No matter what kind of men the Ravenclaw family women married, their daughters were always born with the same black hair and stern brown eyes that could stare right through your face and melt your soul like a pad of butter. I left quickly knowing breakfast in the Great Hall would begin soon. Of course I never ate anything but maybe a pastry or two and had something to drink. I approached my closet with a "tsk tsk, what to wear today" then I got dressed in my first day outfit. The outfit consisted of a dark grey collared shirt with the Ravenclaw house crest, a grey and blue pleated skirt to match it, knee-high white socks, and some cute black flats I had found in a shop in Diagon Alley. And of course, my black robe embroidered with my family crest and my house crest. As I was walking down the corridor left and right came the boys and girls from all the other houses. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Jacob Crimson, a fifth-year Ravenclaw who helped get places when I was a first-year. His last name did not suit him. He was a brunette with
blonde highlights. He had pretty, pretty eyes which were kind of lime green with faint silver hints and he ALWAYS had a smile on his face, ALWAYS. I then spotted Lily, talking to Rose Weasly, a sixth-year who was a Gryfindor, and Lily's cousin. I have to admit, I've always been somewhat jealous of Lily, because she was too a descendant of someone famous, really famous. She was the daughter of Harry Potter, the man who vanquished The Dark Lord, Voldemort. She was also the niece of Ronald and Hermione Weasley, two of her fathers best friends who also helped vanquish The Dark Lord. And of course she had a lot of pressure on her too I know, but everything came so naturally easy to her. It was like her parents taught her to deal with every situation she'd ever faced so everything was a piece of pumpkin pasty. Lily was ginger, like her mother and had her fathers green eyes, her uncles freckles and of course her aunts smarts. I eventually reached The Great Hall which was already booming with nervous first-years, snotty seventh-years and everybody in between. I took a seat in the middle of Lily and Jacob. They were in a heated conversation about who they thought were going to take position of potions master, defense against the dark arts, and the headmasters position. As Mcgonagall approached the headmasters podium she cleared her voice. " Welcome back students! I know this year will be a great one. As I look at all of the new first-year I see nothing but potential! I will be seeing all of you in my magical transfiguration class very , very, soon!" As Mcgonagall stepped down all the students clapped. Breakfast they appeared on the table. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, eclairs, donuts, pumpkin pasties, buttered biscuits, an assortment of jams, jellies, and preserves, an omelette bar, orange juice, apple juice, coffee, frappes, crepes, a chocolate fountain, fresh fruit, hot cocoa, and lots, lots more. Rose and Jacob (above all other things,) had started discussing the books and school supplies required from Diagon Alley and how "It isn't fair third-years can't have brooms" and "why do the younger kids get the harder to comprehend texts". It went on and on like that A to B and because they were "soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" engaged in conversation when I tried to say something, I stopped myself so I could C my way out of it. I had eaten breakfast before I left though. No matter how annoying it was, I still always ate the beautiful birthday cake that was presented to me. It was a peach and raspberry cake with lemon cream cheese frosting. Um um um! I ate most of it leaving out the fondante roses and hearts. The sky mural in the Great Hall was happy and sunny, without a cloud anywhere. "Oh no" I murmured. Everyday that it is sunny, especially my birthday something bad happens to me. But today my senses had sharpened I noticed something. In Ex-Headmaster Dumbledore's chair was an Indian man wearing a purple turban. And in the professor of History of Magic's chair, was a woman I knew only to be Morgan Le Fay, the famous sorceress of Camelot. This was going to be an interesting year.