Sometimes it is easy to go unnoticed, unheard, unacknowledged and unseen. Most of the time being alone adds to that, not having friends and being sent to a sort of boarding school where your family never are. Then why was it so hard for Belle Floren...
*Any work related to her writing in her journal, that I have not created, will be credited at the end. This goes for all chapters of this book.*
Later on that day, Belle found herself in her common room which was half empty, around the fire her journal, quill and ink in hand. She had yet to write in it today, whether it be a diary entry, or a story, or a poem, anything, nothing had been written in it today, which was strange. No matter what, everyday she wrote in her journal and it puzzled her as to why she hadn't yet. It wasn't as if she was distracted by someone or had homework to complete for the next day, she just sat staring at the golden flames dance in the fire and the wood slowly burn to white ash. The flames were always different in height, width and shape, the same for the specks of ash, it reminded her of herself-different. Suddenly, it was as if she had been hit around the head with creativity, her hands fumbled over her quill and ink, opening her journal to the next clean page and she began to write as the words flowed, one by one.
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Belle had finished her short opening to a story, that in fact had nothing to do with fire, but sparked her imagination, when a seventh year she believes is called, Torrance, came over to her. "Those Weasley twins, are trying to get in, and keep yelling they want to see you." He said before walking away.
Belle stood up, confused, and placed her belongings in her bag and ran off up to her dormitory. "Dumbledore." She said the password and the door opened, to reveal a room with one bed. Belle had her own dormitory as, the amount of girls to a room is four and five girls are in her year in Ravenclaw. Instantly, she was outcasted by the other girls and therefore for five years has had a dormitory all to herself. She didn't mind it, as she could do as she pleased without the fear of anyone else entering. She also gets to choose the password for each week, which is a bonus too. Her bag was thrown onto her bed and she left back to the common room and opened the door, to find,Fred and George.
"These riddles are bloody hard." George grumbled, as she let them through and into Ravenclaw common room.
Belle chuckled lightly, as she sat down on one of the sofa's. "What do you guys want?"
