Defeated

Chapter Three

Andrea's P.O.V

Dumbledore gave the speech he gives every year, which gets old after five years. But I listened, unlike Rose, Fred, and George, who goofed around. After the speech we ate. Like always, the food was good, and I enjoyed myself. However, I was glad when we were dismissed to go to our houses. I quickly got up.

"Bye Rose, Hermione, and twins," I said, then went off with Luna and, Caroline, who Rose had introduced me to. I was glad for another Ravenclaw friend, since I was usually too shy to make my own friends. Nostalgia hit me when we walked up to the entrance of the Ravenclaw house. I remembered my first year here, looking up at the door. Back then I was intimidated, now Ravenclaw is my second home. The door had no handle, just a bronze knocker that looked like an eagle.And the best thing about the entrance? You have to answer a riddle or question to get in, which is an amazing idea in my opinion. I used the knocker quietly, and it came alive.

"What tastes better than it smells?" we were asked by the knocker. It could be a lot of things, I thought. I looked at Luna and Caroline.

"Ideas?" I asked.

"No," Caroline said, thinking, "You think it's a pun of sorts?"

"An outside-of-the-box question," Luna contemplated.

"Right up your alley," I smirked and told her. She was probably my quirkiest friend. After a moment, her face lit up. She face the entrance.

"A tongue!" she declared. For a second I was not convinced, but the door opened and let us into the common room. My breath was taken away for the millionth time.

The common room was beautiful. It had large arch windows that gave us an outstanding few of the forbidden forest, quidditch pitch, and various other things. Little groups of Ravenclaws milled about, chatting among themselves. Luna, Caroline, and I went and set up our sleeping areas. Like always, are bags were already there when we got to our beds. We were all next to each other, with me in the middle. Tigress was sprawled out on my bed, sleeping deeply. I started sorting out my cloaks and books. As I was sorting through my things, I daydreamed about how perfect this year would be. How wrong was I?