𝕄𝕪 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟹

Y/N Pov

I woke up extra early to get ready. This was my first time properly meeting everyone so I had to make a good impression! I leant a mirror against the wall and sat cross legged in front of it. I chose a natural, almost no-makeup-makeup look: a bit of concealer, blush, highlight, all that stuff. The sun began to shine through the old holey curtains, dappling my cheeks with gold. I very carefully curled my eyelashes- I'm terrified of pulling them all out so I'm always super careful. I added a layer of black mascara and lined my waterline with a pencil. Makeup, done! I unravelled the rollers I'd slept in, letting the ringlets fall over my bare shoulders. After a bit of adjustment, they looked perfect.

I checked the time on my phone. I must have taken longer than expected, I only had ten minutes, oops! I hurried to get changed and made some final adjustments. I grabbed the first perfume I could find out of my 'toiletries box' spritzed it all over myself. It was a sweet floral scent, it reminded me of grandfather's garden in the spring. I chucked the bottle onto my bed and reached for my jewellery box. I raked through all my necklaces and rings to find the perfect composition.

I was still fumbling over the clasp of my bracelet when I heard a knock on my door.

"Hiii! Come in!". Eleanor burst in with a huge smile.

"Hello Gorgeous! How are youuu?"

"I'm gooood, how are youuuu?". I was still struggling with my bracelet.

"Here, let me." She said, setting her bag on the still-slanted chest of drawers.

"I must admit, I'm v v nervous for this sorting ceremony. Not sure why, I don't really mind what house I'm put in. I guess it's the suspense." She fastened my bracelet. "Too tight?"

"No, it's perfect, thanks."

We, gathered our things and got going; we did not want to be late!

"I'm not that nervous, although I do kinda hope I'm in Ravenclaw.". I said, linking my arm round Eleanor's.

"Ooo, how come?"

"I dunno, I like the crest." She laughed. "What lesson are you looking forward to most?"

"Care of Magical Creatures, definitely. What about you?"

"Hmm I'm not sure. I loved herbology at Beauxbatons, but it's supposed to be even better here so probably that. Oo! Or arithmancy, I like that kind of thing."

"Arithmancy!? What the hell is that?!" Eleanor laughed at my unnecessary shock.

"Arithmancy, the practice of assigning numerical value to words for the purpose of divination. I love it."

"Sounds confusing, I'll stick to my griffins and unicorns thank you."

Our laughs and our conversation were suddenly interrupted. Two girls, the same year as us walked past, purposefully knocking into us.

"HEY! Watch where you're going!" The taller girl spat. The other cackled obnoxiously and they looked us up and down, focussing on Eleanor. The tall one stepped forwards and leant down to invade Eleanors personal space.

"I recognise you." She paused. Eleanor kept her face stern and pissed off. She straightened her back and held eye contact.

"Oh yeah, your dad fucked a teacher." The short one erupted into laughter again. I gave her a 'shut the fuck up' look and she nervously quieted down. Eleanor looked hurt. She tried to speak but stuttered breaths were all she could muster in defence. The girl had long, acrylic nails, filed into sharp stilettos. She picked up one of Eleanor's delicate tendrils with a smirk. Eleanor was practically shaking, the girl dropped the strand and let out a snigger. She shifted her attention to me.

I was more used to this kind of conflict. She stepped in front of me; she was tall but not as tall as me.

"What's your name then?" She said, pushing her shoulders down to try and gain some height.

"Y/N Greenwood. And you?" I held the eye contact with a sharp gaze.

"Pansy. Pansy Parkinson." She gestured to her friend. "This is Olivia." The other girl crossed her arms and looked me up and down again, a stereotypical bitchface plastered on her face. I stifled a laugh, quite unsuccessfully.

"Something funny, Greenwood?" She emphasised my name in a mocking tone.

"Not at all, but if laughter really is the best medicine; your friend's expression must be curing the world." I shifted my focus back to Pansy. She looked shocked. Good. I spoke before either of them had a chance to reply: "Come on Ellie, we don't want to be late." I linked back through her arm and we resumed walking. I gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her arm. I flicked my head round and winked at Pansy, you know, just to piss her off further. She was still stood in the same position, Olivia snarling behind her.

I laughed and picked up the pace as we were, now, actually going to be late.