Ravenclaw

Chapter 2- Letters... by Owl?

     "Your second year! My, how much you've grown!"
     Rowena Ravenclaw and her sulky older sister, Flaura Mae Ravenclaw, stood at the carriage pick-up station, magically hidden from Muggles, nine and three-quarters, ready to return to Hogsmeade, where the closest wizarding local school was located. Flaura was in her third year and Rowena was in her second, eager to return to school.
     "Now Flaura, please do better. I've got a letter from the headmaster saying that you need to improve lest you get retained. Follow in your sister's ways, study together if you have the same dorms this year, alright?" Frenn said to her oldest daughter, trying to iron her somehow already wrinkled blouse. She kissed Flaura's cheek before she sulked away, onto a carriage far away, trying to get away from the Ravenclaws. Frenn watched her go, a pitying look on her face.
     "Rowena!" Frenn said, plastering a smile on her face, kissing her forehead. "Continue to excel in your studies, okay? And, um... if you could find time, please help your sister. I know you've been reading some advanced spell books for your age, so if you could, please fix whatever shenanigan your sister's been pulling off at school." She smiled wearily, patting the top of Rowena's dirty blonde hair.
     Rowena nodded solemnly, but as her mother turned away, she frowned. Fix? Whatever could she mean by 'fix'?
     The conductor standing at the front of the self-pulled carriages whistled, and with a wave of his wand, Rowena's trunk,  along with all the others, disappeared onto several of the back coaches. " Goodbye, Rowena!" Nan sang, hugging her precious-- and definitely favourite-- granddaughter so tightly, Rowena felt as if she might suffocate in the strong arms of her Nana.
     "All aboard!" The conductor yelled, his voice loud for someone not using any sort of charm to amplify his voice.
     "Nan, I might miss the carriages!" Rowena said frantically, her eyes darting towards the carriages, the first of which were starting to move.
     "Oh, just a little longer..."
     The man whistled again as he got onto one of the carriages himself." Nana..." Frenn warned, not wanting to prevent her daughter from her studies.
     "Fix your sister, Rowena." There it was again-- Rowena didn't want to think about it much, but how could she not? They were speaking of her dear sister as if there was something wrong with her, as if her incapability to perform well was some sort of treacherous disease. But she couldn't argue-- she shouldn't argue, after all, she was much too young to present such opinions to her parents.
     The carriages picked up pace as Nan released Rowena, who ran, already breathless from the bone-crushing hug, trying to swing herself in as people waved goodbye to their loved ones.
     "Wait!" She called, but her cries were muffled by the horse whinnies and the sound of the rickety wheels hitting the dirt and gravel. She started panting, missing every available entrance just as she was about to get in-- feet slipping on the gravel, jumping but missing the ledge... Turning, there were only a few doors left, and they were all flying by quickly...
     "Woah!"
     Just like that, she was swept into one by two rather strong hands that grabbed her from around the waist, lifted her off her feet and whisked her inside. They hadn't let go yet, either...
     "Rowena!"
     The familiar, jovial voice of Godric Gryffindor filled her ears and joy filled Rowena's heart to the brim." Godric!" The boy was built rather well for a 12 year old-- he wasn't very muscly, but he definitely didn't have skinny little arms. The two of them hugged fiercer than Rowena's nan did, and Godric lead them to the row where Slytherin and Hufflepuff were waiting.
     "Rowena! 'Bout time you showed up!"
     A sweet and innocent little girl dressed in a pure white dress with little daisies and a large yellow sunhat hugged her best friend, and Rowena hugged her back. She pulled away to see Salazar, dressed in a fine getup, reading a letter. "Zar." Rowena said, sending the handsome boy a smirk. "Ro." He replied, nodding, and those standing took a seat round a small, rickety wooden table that protruded from the side.
     As the three started catching up, Salazar looked at Rowena curiously-- she was busy laughing at a joke his best friend had made. Surely, if she knew about the lies her sister had been sent him to poison his mind about her, she would bring it up? He knew that while Flaura knew not of this, Rowena cared for and admired her sister's strong will very much. She would definitely have been disappointed if she found out her role model thought so poorly of her. 
     So he began to write a response, trying hard not to spite the girl who could have possibly hurt one of his closest friends.