The New Marauders

The Courtyard

Hogwarts was a magnificent sight to behold. Poppy had known that since she was twelve, and the sight of the old castle still made Poppy's overthinking mind stop.
She walked with the rest of the Third years as they made their way to their designated dorm rooms. She could see almost everyone paired up with someone, talking excitedly about what the year would bring about. Poppy pressed down her social side that wanted to talk to someone, and instead focused on the stairs.
"Gryffindors', follow me, up to the Tower!" The Gryffindor Prefect yelled leisurely.
A few of the Gryffindors chanted, "To the Tower!"
The Third years began dividing to their houses: the Gryffindors went to the Gryffindor Tower, the Hufflepuffs went towards the kitchens, the Slytherins, and the Ravenclaws went up to the Ravenclaw Tower.
Poppy sided with the much quieter Ravenclaws as they went up the moving staircases to put away their trunks. Even if the Ravenclaws were much more introverted, they still mingled on small conversations.
Poppy blew her hair away from her eye, Ah, yes, I was right. This is going to be the same as last year.
They stopped in front of the painting and waited for her to speak her riddle. She straightened herself and cleared her throat daintily, "Entombed alive yet I survived
To glimpse once again at the sun
But legs to ground are shackled down
Curtailing all efforts to run
In body lives a dozen knives
My crown's sure to split and to smell
A robber's spear flew by my ear
Be thankful this ended so well." She finished and waited.
The perfected spoke, "A rose."
The lady in the painting smiled, "Indeed, come inside and welcome back, students." She said wistfully.
The door unlocked and he grabbed the eagle handle to the door. They began to hobble inside, careful not to hit anyone with their trunks as they deposited them next to their beds.
Poppy stopped before leaving the common room, admiring the beautiful architecture and craftsmanship of the room. When she got especially bored and unable to sleep, she used to slip out of bed and go out to the common room to gaze at the twinkling stars glittering on the ceiling.
Another Ravenclaw brushed pasted her and Poppy went along, they had dinner to get to.
Professor Dumbledore gave an inspiring speech as always and small first years were sorted into their Houses. Dinner went back quickly and Poppy had free time to roam the grounds before she went to bed.
She went down to the Courtyard, wanting to gaze at the stars for a few minutes in peace. Someone else was there was well.
She had dark blonde hair and tan skin. She held a notebook a pen and she was writing quickly with a ink pen she snuck in. Poppy thought she may have been another Ravenclaw and she sat down next to the girl.
The girl, a Slytherin Poppy noted, snapped her gaze up from her notebook. Her green eyes landed on her pen then back on Poppy before she grinned.
Poppy smiled, "Hello, I'm Poppy Smith."
"'Ello, mate, I'm Christina Johnson— okay, never mind, anyway, do you wanna help me go steal some food from the kitchen tonight?" She asked abruptly.
Poppy stared, astonished as the American took her hand and shook it with a smile.