Eyes That Shine Like Stars

Chapter 1: Cassiopeia

Hello, it's me. Madlib. The video is the mysterious ticking noise, which I'm sure all of you have seen, but some of us just need to see it again. I would be really really happy if you would vote and comment. Or at least try reading three or four updates. I am not sure how often I'll be updating. Well, here goes nothing. Not much happens in this first chapter. Just laying down some basic backstory and descriptions. Love you all, my jicamas (pronounced hicama, it is Spanish, it is kind of like a potato, but not, you can eat them raw, it is fantastic.)

Cassiopeia's P.O.V.

My name is Cassiopeia Lawrence. I was born just after the Battle of Hogwarts, on August 16, though my parents are Muggles, so that doesn't really mean much to them, although they have read the muggle edition of Harry Potter. It was a scary time in the muggle world, what with dementors and whatnot, but they didn't know what was going on at the time, even now everyone thinks that Hogwarts is just fiction. Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha.

I will be a third year this coming school year. I still remember that day, almost two years ago, when I was sorted into Ravenclaw. My parents were excited when they dropped me off at the Kings Cross station. If you can't tell by my first name, my parents are kind of strange for Muggles, but would fit in with Luna Lovegood. My father, Jason, loves all things Greek, and my mum, Stella, loves all things Astronomy, so they named their children after both. I have three siblings, all of whom are muggles, so far anyway. Two brothers aged 12 and 9 as well as a seven year old sister.

After my family dropped me off, I made my way to find a compartment. There was one with a nice looking girl in it, so I tentatively asked if I could have a seat. She quickly invited me in, and I learned that she was a first year, like myself. The train was about to leave when a boy with bright turquoise hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a quick smile, asked if he could join us. That began the two of the best friendships I had ever enjoyed.

When we got to Hogwarts, Hagrid brought us over in boats, it was a beautiful warm September day, the sun just beginning to set. We waited in line, talking about what house we thought we were going to be put in. I hoped to be put in Gryffindor, but I was perfectly fine with what I was sure to be the outcome, Ravenclaw. When my name was called, I strode up to the stool with a confidence I did not feel. What if I was Hufflepuff or Slytherin? I didn't have anything against those houses, many great people had come out of both of them, in fact I admired them both, but I couldn't imagine being sorted into them.

As I put the sorting hat on my head, it was very strange, oh, it's you again, it said in my head I hope, for your sake that this will be the last time. Gryffindor just seems to get you into trouble. I suppose we had best make it Ravenclaw then, you are very bright. "RAVENCLAW " the hat shouted. I had no idea what on the earth the hat was talking about, but that is what it said, it's an elderly hat, probably confused me with somebody else. I sat down at the Ravenclaw table and waited for the sorting and speeches to finish. The girl from the train, Rachel, was sorted into Gryffindor, and another boy, Perseus Malfoy Black, that would become one of us was Slytherin. Teddy surprised us when he was sorted into Hufflepuff. Sometimes we forget that Gryffindor isn't the only brave house.

That year and the next passed without more incident than necessary. Hufflepuff won the house cup our first year. They won by five points against Gryffindor, Teddy earning those extra against Gryffindor in the last minute when he had unusually stayed behind to help professor Flitwick clean up some of the items they had been charming, just to get the extra points. Normally, that's the kind of thing that Rachel would do. Rachel is a pure blood. She has big hazel eyes, a baby face, and bright gold hair that falls to her waist in soft waves. She is brave and spunky and kind and outgoing, loyal and thoughtful. Even in our first year boys were falling over themselves for her attention.