eight girls (Hogwarts life) ( short stories )

Isabella Mae Dawson , First year

1st Year

"Isabella!" My mother screamed from the landing " You're going to be late for your first day at Hogwarts."
My unsocked feet patted down the old wooden swirl staircase , skipping the last two steps. As I got downstairs my mother gave me a disapproving look , with a little shake of the head , my black hair sticking up all over from last night as I couldn't sleep. My lilac dress shown creases and some dirt marks , my naked toes bouncing up and down on the dark wood floor. I also had my freshly packed case in hand that was bursting at it's seems , with bits of clothes sticking out. But when my mother saw the big cheesy grin on my freckled face , all was forgiven/forgotten as she gave me a sweet smile and sighed before handing me some white frilly socks. As I put my socks and shoes on , my mother combed my nest of hair , she put it in a tight high up do bun just like her's . I really love my mother , today she is wearing a grey mid shin length dress which has 3/4 length sleeves and a high collar , she also has her black leather shoes on and her black leather hand bag. "Now go say goodbye to your father , he's in his office, oh please remember to knock."
She ordered. I happily skipped down the old narrow corridor to my father's office, swinging my arms back and forth, humming all the way to his office door. As I reached the office the door was open a small smige and I could hear elevated voices and a whiff of smoke mixed with whiskey ( my father's thinking juice , as that's what he likes to call it when I ask , but I know better I just don't tell him that )
All coming from inside , one of the voices I immediately recognise as my father's. So I opened the door fully and stepped in . There was many tall grumpy looking men dressed in their Sunday best , some where smoking , most had a glass in hand with golden liquid in it and some ice cubes but all were towering over me. I cowered down and put my head down trying to get through the maze of men , I saw small openings between some of the scary looking men to try and reach my father but as I was passing by these two  men , one roughly grabbed hold of my upper arm " what are you doing in here ? Little missy." His voice came out horse , the other gloomy man just stared at me with his icy eyes puffing his cigarette. "Well then are you going to give me an answer?" The first one said , with more anger in it than before . Shaking my arm which with his strength made my whole body move.
At that moment there was a bang and all went silent the mans grip on my arm tightened and , I could feel eyes burning into me and not for good reasons. This is when a sharp shiver slivered it's way down my spine and salted water fretted to race down my now pink cheeks. "Isabella! What are you doing here?" Boomed a voice that I am all too familiar with. My father came into view , the man dropped my arm and backed away into the sea of men. My father stood arms crossed , eyebrows nearly touching and a sour look on his reddened face. A hard lump formed in my throat making me unable to speak and finding it hard to breathe , desperately swallowing to try and make it go away. It didn't. "I won't ask again Isabella. What are you doing in here?" My father said as he looked down at me , I stumbled over my words " I am ... leaving to go to Hogwarts ... today  .... , don't you remember? ... mum told me to come say goodbye to you ....... Sorry ..."  I was looking at my shoes with so much interest , then tightly closed my eyes as some male pointed shoes came into my view . " that's today? Oh look sorry ... princess , just remember to knock nest time . Okay." My father used his soothing voice and I nodded slowly and looked up into his eyes and at that second the gates I put up to keep the slat water a bay burst open freeing my tears and I fling myself onto my father. He stroked my head and rubbed my back , hushing me like a baby .  " I am going to miss you princess." He said plating a kiss on my forehead, " now go back to your mother , you know how she hates to be late." He said with a weak smile , turned around and picked up a glass and started to talk to the men. I turned and made my way to the front door , to find my mother pacing and tapping her foot on the wooden floor holding my case in her hand . When she finally saw me she breathed a sigh of relief and stuck out her hand for me to take . We made it to the plat form by a muggle bus and got there just in time. I hugged my mum goodbye and she squeezed me tightly , kissed my face all over and said " be safe , be careful and don't be afraid as I love you so much." I nearly started crying again . As I jumped on the train it all hit me. Not knowing anyone so I found seats where no one was and made my way to Hogwarts. I passed the time by reading some of my trusty books.
Once we made it to Hogwarts all the first years had to go in a little boats across the water, I am quite scared as I am not a great swimmer but I can sail a boat as I have two at home but this is all different. Really the hard part is where should I sit and it's smaller than the train which means I will have to sit next to someone but I don't know anyone. As I was over thinking everything in my head I didn't realise that I was the last one left and that there was only one seat left , so I sat down , kinda glad I didn't have to pick. I sat next to a boy , he didn't even look my way which I am okay with as I am not one for conversation, especially with a stranger , just the awkwardness it kills me inside.
As we got to the main hall my hands started to get all clammy and sweaty , and now my shirt and tie feel way too tight around my neck. All was interrupted  by my name being called out "Isabella Dawson!" I put my hand up and the other first years parted for me to have a clear path to an old worn wooden stool and on top sat a dusty wrinkled hat , next to the stool stood a Lyn old woman in a green dress / rode thingy , I can't really tell. She smiled at me and gestured with her hand for me to come forward. I looked around as I slowly walked up to the stool. I took a deep breath letting go as I sat down on the old wooden stool , all to be faced with not only the first years staring up at me but four rows of tables of students faces looking up at me , felt my cheeks begging to redden. Something was being placed on my head. The dusty hat must be the sorting hat I thought. It ummed and arred on to which house I should be placed in , " I see great strength and bravery in you ... but sadly not Gryffindor ... no ... oh value of honesty and caring ... but not quite Hufflepuff ... no ... umm .. still not right for you ... AH! ... I've got it! ... Ravenclaw!" Cheers erupted from the table on the far left. The hat was removed from my head and I made my way for the table that looked so pleased with them selves, where everyone was smiling , laughing, cheering, some patted my back and others gave me a hug. I smiled back and sat down un a spot that they had cleared for me . And that how my first year at Hogwarts began. I didn't really make any friends but there is this one girl who talks to me but that's it. I am doing really well in lessons and I found out the boy who lived (Harry Potter) is in my year and some of my classes but he's in Gryffindor and has Ron and Hermione as his friends and I don't want to intrude. Also apparently he had a crazy first year ( kinda bummed that I am not in their circle and that they have no idea who I am . )