The minute Ron entered the Ravenclaw common room he wanted to commit genocide. First years whispered and giggled as he passed, third years shot him bored looks, and he swore a few seventh years were talking about how he had managed to bribe the hat to put him in Ravenclaw despite his family's money problems. Ron's ears and cheeks were red in embarrassment.
His hands were cold so he shoved them in the pockets of his pants. Anger bubbled in his gut as he tried not to look anyone in the eyes. Instead, the Weasley boy had focused his attention on the blue, levitating armchairs and the dazzling sky of stars above him.
His robes trailed behind him as he walked over to a small table. A quiet, mousy girl sat in a chair next to the table. A chess set laid on the surface, pieces shimmering in the light provided by the starry ceiling.
The girl looked at him cautiously, her hair pulled into a elegant braid.
"You're Ron Weasley," She said quietly. Her volume was barely above a whisper. Ron shrugged and nodded, eyeing the chess set. The Wizard chess set looked relatively old. The pawns were a bit run down by the sides due to the oil of fingertips as players laid the pieces on the board to play.
The Knight looked as if he had had a beard. It was a bit strange to Ron that the chess pieces aged with the set after so many centuries, but he supposed magic had to have some flaw.
Some sort of equivalent exchange for the good it gave the world.
"I am," Ron confirmed in a neutral voice. The girl blushed softly and tried to avoid his eyes. Her braid was as messy as it was elegant and she glared at the chess set to avoid looking at the red-head. Ron noticed and didn't think much of it.
"You like chess?" He asked before taking a seat next to the table and chess set. The girl nodded and cocked an eyebrow.
"Do you?" She tilted her head and Ron chuckled. "Yes, actually. Yeah, I don't seem like the type... but I love chess." He said, observing the board. The girl stuck out her hand, managing to tap Ron's nose. Ron jumped back into his seat a bit, her middle finger pointed directly at his nose.
Ron took her small hand and shook it. She seemed pleased.
"I'm Mandy, and I happen to be the house extreme chess champion. Do you... do you care for a game? No one really wants to play against me," Her voice grew softer as she turned shyer. Ron let go of her hand and smiled at her.
"Sure, Mandy." He replied.
He then proceeded to kick her butt at chess.
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Re-Sorted Chaos
Hayran Kurgu"Students! It appears the Sorting Hat has been controlled by the ministry this whole time, although giving truthful statements they were persuaded by social status and main importance to the economy in the end. Therefore, everyone shall have a resor...
