CATS at Hogwarts

Chapter 1: Gabi

The sun streamed through our dark red curtains, but I did not want to get up and face the uninviting task which awaited me. And anyways, I ship me and my bed. The ship name is Ged (creative, right?). All the more reason to not get up. But alas, fate would not let it be. Me and my poor, poor bed, were forever fated to-

"Wake up, wake up, wake up! I need to eat! Food! Food! Food!" Bella's brown hair swished in and out of my field of vision. "I NEED TO EAT!" She stuck her face in front of mine, her rectangle glasses almost falling off her face.

"Ok! Ok, I'm getting up. I swear." I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Grrr. Of course Bella chose to wake me up on a Saturday. For food, of all things. I dragged myself out of the warm, heavy comforters and opened the trunk at the foot of my bed. I grabbed a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and some converse+socks and locked myself in the bathroom. I washed my face with icy, refreshing water, pulled on my clothes, and added some chap stick and mascara. I have a no-make up rule for myself. I think it's stupid the way some people slather on the stuff. I yanked my brush through my hair thick and pulled it into a high ponytail. I stared at my reflection and sighed. I have light brown hair with natural blond highlights and grey-blue eyes. My nose is a little big, and I have red, full lips. My eyebrows are thick like my eyelashes. I am also the tallest girl in my grade- 5'11" (around 180 cm for the rest of you) and still growing. I am also one of the few witches and wizards who travelled from the US to go here. I shook myself out of my daze.

"Ok, I'm good." I said as I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my wand. Whew. 3 minutes flat. And on a weekend too. We stomped down to the common room, making sure to wake up all of my friends in my dorm. I am about to push open the portrait hole when a voice stops me.

"Well if it isn't Saba, aka Bronchitis." Hunter's voice carried across the room as people snickered.

"Oh will you give it a rest Hunter? That is just about the worst nickname I have ever heard. Who calls a Broncos fan Bronchitis? Why does it matter to you if I support a muggle sport?! Who do you support anyways? Probably some stupid Quidditch team, you have no idea about the other five hundred sports in the muggle world that are just as good!" I reflexively defended myself, and spun around to see the culprit stalking across the commons with an idiotic smirk on his face. His brown hair was carefully combed, as always and his green eyes danced mischievously.

Hunter was a good for nothing idiot who took pleasure in tormenting me every day. Most people liked him for his jokes, and he was pretty popular, except for with me. Well... he is good for a laugh. Except for when he makes fun of my football team. Then I swear, it takes every ounce of self control I have not to hex him into oblivion.

Just kidding. We've been friends for a long time, and his way of saying, 'Good Morning' is by insulting me and my football team. 

"Oh ignore him, he's just full of bull. Lots and lots of bull." Bella said, and yanked me through the portrait-hole.

The morning was windy, blowing peoples pointed hats every which way. I delayed my inevitable task as long as I could, pretending I had left my potions book on my desk, acting as though Peeves had stolen my favorite necklace and so on. I tried anything and everything to keep me away from McGonagall's office. Bella humored me for a while, but after I ran all the way to the Ravenclaw commons room under the pretense of having seen my friend Linde going inside while Bella knew perfectly well that Linde was eating breakfast, she decided enough was enough and practically dragged me towards the headmistress's office.

"Bella, she's going to refuse, I know she will! The last time Professor Kettleburn tried it, things burned down and exploded."

"Gabriela, you are going in there and asking her, and mark my words, I will hex you if you don't."