Daisy | The Marauders Era

Year One: The Sorting Hat

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    Daisy Evans would like to be a bird. Not a big one, not a small one, maybe a pigeon.

    Being stuck on the ground all the time was boring. She wished she could fly and experience, as pigeons didn't need money, they didn't need a house or much really. They probably didn't have a hard time making friends either. They'd go with the flow and fly wherever the wind takes them and make pigeon pals.

Now she was really flying. Adventure, thrill, something new! Where would she start? She felt lighter than she ever had before, now she could hardly stay on ground.

When Hagrid had taken the children to Hogwarts, they were instructed to sit on boats without oars. Though not to worry, to Daisy's surprise they began to move by themselves and she was absolutely captivated by the ripples in the lake getting bigger and bigger.

    She shared a boat with her train friends, Heather and Bao. Rocking side to side they all gripped tight onto the benches and hoped they wouldn't tip any time soon. Every shake they suffered they thought they would end up at the bottom of the deep dark lake, but they stayed afloat all the way until the boat came to a slow rest at the bay.

    Above... a castle.

    It was absolutely glorious. Stone bricks towered high and pointed turrets directed to the glittery sky. She could see Orion's Belt bright like bulbs, his dog at his foot in the Canis Major. Cinderella ought to be jealous. The steps were high yet not steep, she hardly knew she were climbing until Hagrid turned and stopped the children once they were almost at the top.

    "Now from 'ere, you kin see all the cas'le ground!"

Peeking over the high slabs of concrete, Daisy was amazed by the open space. A hut sat in the distance with a candle lit at the window, glowing a deep orange. There was more than enough space for her to explore and relax when it's sunny, kick a ball around, or play hide and seek. The grass was nice and smooth, looking freshly trimmed and would feel soft against her skin. Much better than the rocky path she had to climb to get to the boats.

    Checking her knees, there was only a little bit of blood smeared on her right and she dropped her skirt back down hoping it wasn't too noticeable. Everyone would know she had fallen on her first day and quite frankly she wanted to make a good first impression on the witches and wizards.

    Walking along side the other children to the grand entrance, Daisy couldn't help but begin to feel out of place. The boy who helped her up looked much more fitted for somewhere like this. She looked like a girl on a school trip, not a witch. He looked well polished. Glancing at the other first year girls, she tried to comb her hair into something neater, seeing how their braids, curls, and strands were so fine.

    "Good afternoon." Daisy peeked over a boys shoulder and came to see the young face of a woman wearing green robes and a pointy hat, a plait of brown hair over one shoulder. Her poise was that of authority. Hands clasped in front of her body and her back straight and chin high.

"I'm Professor McGonagall, deputy head mistress, head of Gryffindor house. Welcome to Hogwarts, may you follow me and I shall take you to our Great Hall where the rest of our students are awaiting their feast."

Mindlessly, Daisy followed the women, beside Bao, her mouth never bothering to close shut.

The castle was huge inside, walls towering over them, gold armour suits holding swords, maces, and crossbows. She kept her eyes on them, trying to catch one of them slipping up and moving, or sneezing. But they never did. Very dedicated. One day she'll catch them. The golden chandeliers were like miniature suns captured and hung on the ceiling.