Non Omnis Moriar

12: Olive

Hello peep!

Ya girl is back after a long stint at Nanowrimo! It's been a gruelling couple months but hey, at least there's a nice long chapter in the folds!

...which might totally not be what you guys want. I get it.

Right ho! Onwards!

A/N: Okay, so for the chapters as we move on, I just want to say that there is not going to be any OUTRIGHT hate between Slytherin and the other houses. In my opinion, the hatred towards Slytherin began because Voldemort recruited heavily from that particular house and since he himself belonged to that house, fifty years was enough for the kids to stereotype Slytherin as the 'evil' house. While there is going to be some friction, it is all going to be due to people's ACTIONS and not because they belong to one particular house.

However, of course, Rose does come bearing such stereotypes in her mind. ;) And since we're watching the show from her eyes, there is going to be some...interesting...scenarios happening.

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My eyes opened with a snap.

The sight in front of me was completely unfamiliar. A deep green canopy hung all around the bed I was lying in. I was on my back, arms loose to my sides...and it was becoming uncomfortably clear that I was the only one hidden behind the safety cover of the bed hangings.

Soft, low voices were audible and I sat up slowly, one hand hovering uncertainly over the parting in the velvet hangings. The fabric felt alien to my fingers. Too thick...the canopy hangings in the Gryffindor had been a simply but cool cotton, while Ravenclaw used pure silk, as my sister had told me.

Slipping two fingers between the folds, I peeked out, seeing Druella Rosier first. Her platinum blond hair was rolled onto the top of her hair, a long shirt being tucked into an equally long skirt as she turned her head and then hips in front of the mirror.

"Rosella," I felt someone move to the free side of the bed. I pushed my head out to look at Lila. She wasn't dressed much either, still in a long shirt and I could spy a flowery set of pajama pants under it.

"You should start to get ready, we have breakfast." She pulled the hangings of the four posters' further aside, and I cringed a little into the bed. The sleepwear I had purchased in Diagon Alley was distinctively wizard wear. A short sleeved button down with flannel pants with moving pictures of little dolphins that breached and dipped back in the ocean at the hem line.

However, I could see Druella's eyes catch the design in the mirror, a small smirk at her lips which had me quickly pick up the small toiletries bag Dumbledore had provided and head straight for the common bathroom.

By the time I came back, teeth now clean and face washed, the dorm was nearly empty, only Lila sitting calmly, waiting for me. I gave her a thankful nod, turning to dress so we could head down for breakfast.

By the time I buckled up the old fashioned shoes of the uniform – no shoelaces in the 40s for ladies – I had almost forgotten the raspy laugh of Bellatrix in my dreams.

Walking towards the Great Hall with Lila at my side gave me an odd sense of anticipation. It was an awful mixture of fascination laced with dread, seeping through my arms as my head swiveled left and right.