My Own Treachery

Chapter 6 | To Honor Ones Challenge

Waking up from an objectless consciousness, or a dreamless night, I sat up in my bed, I had slept on top of the soft sheets. As I sat up I couldn't help the empty, yet disappointed feeling that was sitting in my stomach, and my mind. Remembering that I wasn't in Ravenclaw. None of the others were awake yet. I looked to the bed closest to me, the girl sleeping in it was about average size, not to thin, but not fat either, she was pretty, and had medium length blond hair, that was messy looking as it laid on her pillow. Giving a sigh, I looked away to myself, I was wearing a basic night gown, that was a soft blue color. Getting off my bed quietly, I grabbed my robe, my uniform, wand and my bag, that had the needed supplies, that were pack prior. Once I was dressed in, I looked up to the pyramid above my bed, I debated if I should bring Capone along, or just let him sleep.

I'll just have my mind on the classes, he can sleep.

I nodded coming to the decision, I left the room quietly, making my way out of the room walking along the doors on one side and the glass window on the other. Till I came to the end of the hall, where the painting was, without anything being said or happening it, opened slowly, as if to keep as quiet as I was trying to be. Luckily no one was in the common room, everyone was likely asleep still, or slowly getting ready to go. Making my way down the stairs to the main floor, only to be stopped on the landing, that connected the two sides of the balcony, by a deep 'hmp' sound

Quickly turning around I saw the portrait, of the ancient man, he had a monkey looking face, with a long white pointed beard. The painting was grooming his little beard, with his hand, starting from the end closest to his chin, and stroking it down to the tip that stopped at the top of his chest, just above a heavy gold oddly shaped necklace that had a green S on it that seemed to be a serpent.

"How did a Ravenclaw end up within this house, hmm?" The painting asked, arching one of his eyebrows, as he stared at me, with his dark eyes. I gave a simple shrug, not sure what to say. "Perhaps, you're not of Rowena?" He went on talking, "No, no, you are, I can tell, care to know how?"

I raised a brow, "The fact we share the same last name, might've been a dead giveaway"

"Watch your bloody mouth you disrespectful slag" he commanded in a growling tone, his voice was showing more of his emotion then his face, that was calm looking. I just rolled my eyes, "You're unafraid, yet you hold fear within you. As she did, she was an intimidating woman, yet she seemed to fear something." He them looked off to the side as he went on, seemingly taking to himself, "a woman that was known for more than just her looks" Feeling the conversation was over, I turned on my heel and went down the stairs and out the doors quickly.

The Great Hall was empty, aside from a few students elves that were hustling around the large room, and two other students, one student sitting at the Ravenclaw table, while the other at the Gryffindor, I recognized from the bus. The daft buffoon that lost his toad. I couldn't help, but to roll my eyes, recalling the dolt. Taking a seat I pulled a book out of my bag.

I had spent the last evening at home looking through our library to find this book, that I'm sure would hold answers about my wand, that the old wand seller, Ollivander seemed to really uninterested to answer, any of the questions I didn't speak. This book was a a deep blue, almost black, shiny leather, it wasn't the thickest of books, I looked over it more than once when I was looking around the shelf it was on. The leather was rough, with foxing the leather and the pages inside. It had a musty smell, that was intoxicating. The front and back of the book had various sized stars carved into it, the front also had a fancy font carved into it that read, ' Cerapter'. The Greek name for winged unicorn.

Opening the book, I was shocked. Not by the information, but the form the information was in. In a poem format. This is what I get for not finding a textbook. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to read the first page of poetry.