Ravenclaw

Chapter 1- The Near-Squib

     Rowena Ravenclaw-- the smartest girl anyone has seen in years since Merlin. Intelligence has been gifted upon her, making her so extraordinary at such a young age as she entered her first year at school. She was born to a family of pure-bloods, which gave her a noble and mighty status. With an older sister, however, Flaura Mae Ravenclaw, it was hard to outshine her sister, who attended the small magic school opposite the quaint Butterbeer shop, what with her learning spells she had never known but Flaura never demonstrated.
     But with a one year age gap and a sister who couldn't do most spells, she exceed everyone's expectations, for everyone believed Flaura a squib, and thought Frenn Ravenclaw could only produce Muggle-like children after being criticised for poor spell work as a child as well.
     It was on the day Rowena told her sister's secrets to her friends, and had finally got on her sister's last nerve did Flaura crack under the pressure of being Rowena's sister, and the two once best friends turned against each other-- possibly forever.
     "Dinner's ready! Flaura? Flaura are you in the shed again?" Rowena called as she exited the back door of the kitchen and looked around the flowery garden, already knowing that Flaura was indeed in the shed, for when was she not?
     "Flaura? Dinner's--oh."
     Flaura Mae was casting spells furiously at a practice dummy that was holding a broken stick in its poorly crafted hand as a makeshift wand, but no progress could be seen even though she had been in the shed for nearly four hours before nightfall.
     Rowena watched her sister  for a while, leaning against the doorframe as she saw her attempt and fail at performing a spell. The dummy probably possessed more magical talent than her at the rate she was going, but she dare not say that out loud, much less to her sister. Neither did she want her sister to be aware of her unwelcomed presence.
     The shed was a place Flaura practiced spells-- she was near being called a squib if it wasn't for her illuminating charm. Today, she was practicing the disarming charm for her Defends class.
     Rowena inched closer, curiosity getting the better of her, but her foot had landed on a loose floorboard-- it creaked and groaned loudly under her weight, and she saw Flaura's stance falter slightly, and her eyes cast sideways to take a glance at her. Flaura shifted, and the beads of sweat glimmered in the pale moonlight that entered through small holes in the roof-- evidence of her persistent effort.
     "Expelliarmus! No... expelliarmus! Ugh, Rowena, I was almost there!"
     "Perfect your hover charm first, I found it much easier." Rowena advised, trying not to roll her eyes, leaning on the wooden doorframe again as she watched her older sister struggle and roll her own eyes at her. Flaura tightened her grip on her wand so much that Rowena feared she would break it-- Flaura didn't need to be more discouraged at performing magic by breaking her wand.
     "It's a stupid charm."
     "No, you just can't do it. Just because you can't do it, doesn't mean it's stupid," Rowena retorted.
     "Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Rowena!" Flaura scolded, glaring at her sister with such envy and hatred. She presumed her stance again." I can do the hover charm..." She muttered more to herself than her sister.
She raised her wand and her face showed much concentration and effort as she uttered the words...
     "Wingardium LevioSA!" She hollered, pointing her wand with such ferocity, but the dummy's wand barely moved. Rowena stifled a laugh, raising her hands to hide her grin.
"It's Wingardium LeviOsa, not Wingardium LevioSA." She said, stepping forward and approaching her sister. "Simple first-year spell work."
     " No." Flaura denied, practicing her disarming charm again. 
     Rowena rolled her eyes.
     "Watch."
     She looked at the wand lazily-- after performing the spell countless of times, she barely had to put in any effort at all anymore." Wingardium LeviOsa!"
     And the wand flew into the air, jumping and cartwheeling happily before she lead it back into the dummy's hand.
     Flaura Mae was angered by her sister's meddling intelligence and could not hate her anymore than she did then. Why did she have to have a sister like Rowena, fawned over by all? Why did she have to be the one to seem worse, aren't the older ones supposed to be better at magic, after having more time to hone her skills?
     Flaura turned red in the face as she turned to face Rowena with fury bubbling and boiling inside of her.
"Expelliarmus!" She attempted.
     Rowena's wand barely moved, not even the smallest of twitches, and she looked back at her sister with horror. Had she really just attempted to disarm her? "Just study is all I plead for you to do. Trust me!" She cried, not wishing to drive a wedge between her and her sister.
     "Expelliarmus!"
     "Stop it, Flaura I don't want to fight--"
     "Expelli--"
     "EXPELLIARMUS!"
     Flaura's wand went soaring through the air and into Rowena's hand." You little--" Flaura started, indignant, but stopped when Rowena walked over quietly, terrified, even, and gave her the wand, clearly disappointed with her sister's actions.
      "Father said that disarming is a disrespectful thing to do to a person; it means you wish them ill," Rowena said quietly, not looking up from her hands.
     Flaura snorted. "Really? Then why'd you do it? Wish me ill? Wish me unlucky, even more than I already am? It's bad enough I have you as a sister, why don't you get lost, huh?"
     Rowena raised her hands to her mouth as she gasped, choking back tears and a sob that followed. "You started it, I was only trying to help," she managed to get out before retreating out of the shed and back into the house, leaving Flaura in her dark, dank shed.
     Flaura Mae glared after her, before she looked at her wand hopelessly." Why can't you be as good as my sister's wand? Study, more like the wand's fault!" She spat on the ground, disgusted with herself, at how poorly she performed that day. After a few minutes to calm herself down, she made her way out of the shed for dinner.
     She walked across the slightly damp grass and to the back door, but she didn't go in. She looked and listened through the crack of the door, attracted by the cheery, warm light inside and the delicious aromas wafting out, but not wanting to disturb the happiness within.
     "Nan!" She heard her sister say.
     "Rowena dear! I brought cake! And where is... uh..."
     "Flaura?"
     "Ah yes, Flaura. She might miss my cake!" Flaura heard her grandmother say. The table laughed. "Oh no, she would never miss cake, ma," Frederick Ravenclaw said, chuckling. 
     "I thought I told you to call her Rowena." Frenn Ravenclaw said, frowning as she placed still more food on the wooden table, which creaked under the weight of such scrumptious dishes. She took off her apron and sat beside her husband, conjuring three glasses and a bottle of Firewhiskey.
     "I did, mum," Rowena groaned. "I'll call her again." As she stood to call her sister once more, her grandmother asked her to sit back down impatiently, waving her off.
     "She's moping right now, I'll tell you that." Nan said as she took a sip of her intoxicating drink. "Can't be like me darling Rowena, can she!" Rowena and Flaura Mae turned red, one in flattery, the other in anger. "Always the top, the best in everything! You'll have a great, if not the best future the wizarding world can offer you!" She bellowed, so loud that Flaura could've probably heard her from the shed.
     "Nan--"
     "Go call your sister, then." Nan said, wolfing down Frenn's shepherd's pie, clearly already under the influence of alcohol." Frenn dear, this is amazing!"
     Rowena exited the house and spotted Flaura running to the front of the house, her pale blue dress billowing in the wind as she rounded the corner. "Flaura wait!" She called. "It--"
     Flaura turned with tears in her shining blue eyes."You didn't even defend me..." she yelled at her sister, hurt.
     "It would be rude to interrupt Nan." Rowena said quietly." Besides, if you just came in and ate--"
     "Shut it Weena!" Flaura yelled. "You love the flattery, don't you? Wanted to bask in your pride, too busy thining about yourself rather than your sister, huh? Weenie Weena, isn't that right! Always too smart for her sister! Weenie Weena!" She teased, knowing her sister hated it when she called her that. Rowena started to yell, rising to her sister's bait.
     "FLAURA STOP I--"
     "Care? Too bad, too sad, cause I don't. Tell Nan and mum and dad that I'll be eating in my room. Hope you can at least manage to talk about someone else just so you can get rid of them." Flaura said, sending one last dirty look at Rowena before whirling around.
     Flaura stormed off to the front of the house, ashamed to face her family in such a state-- all red-faced and tear-streaked-- and ran up to her room, slamming the door as loudly as possible and slumping onto her bed, tears pouring out of her as she waited for the food to come as Rowena stood there, in tears, shaking slightly.
     She never wanted to hurt her sister, and yet she couldn't help but do exactly that, over and over again, as her brilliance continuously failed to be hindered. Was her intelligence a blessing, or was it really a curse in disguise? How could something so celebrated be the one thing that drove a wedge between her sister the person she never wanted to hurt?
     "Roweeee-naaaa!" Nan sang, coming out the door, her cheeks rosy red and her steps stumbling, already drunk after three glasses." Have you called F--oh." She noticed the girl shaking, and she frowned as she approached her. She heard Rowena's sobs as she grew closer, and hugged her, turning her round so that they faced each other." Rowena, are you--"
     "I'm fine, Nan. Flaura's eating in her room." Rowena said monotonously, breaking free from her nan's grasp and marching back to the house, going back inside and sat down, telling her parents the same thing. And, as if Flaura doesn't exist, they started up a conversation by saying "The leftovers she'll get, then." 
     "For a girl who eats too much sometimes, it would do her good," Nan said, before eating more vegetables and pie. Frenn and Frederick exchanged looks, but said nothing. Rowena sulked quietly in her seat.
     "Well, if she wants dinner, she'll come and get it. If not, she'll have to wait," Frenn said exasperatedly, tired of Flaura' peculiar and sulky behaviour. She clasped her hands together and smiled. "Well, for those who haven't-- dig in!"
     The cheery atmosphere in the dining room returned as they all laughed and ate dinner, and the happy mood resounded around the entire house, and Flaura Mae heard it all. She hated them, each and everyone of them. She wanted to destroy Rowena, destroy the happiness and peace she had, all because she was the near-squib and had the leftovers for dinner.

A/N

This may not be 100% accurate but then again what is?

First edit of the story !! Though there may be errors because I increased the word count from around 900 until about 1800? That's like double man lmaoo, which means I'm probably going to post another edited version of this again soon :/

Please feel free to point out any grammatical errors so I can change them, it will be very much appreciated!

Love,
Anna