First Day In Hogwarts- Awesome!

[Ashanya Alford R3]

It was 'her' 1st day in hogwarts...and ofcourse, 1st day in the room too. That innocent blue-eyed girl , Ashanya, curiously looking everything. She found many students here and there. She was still thinking....would anyone come to her and talk to her??

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

It was quite an unappealing day to awake thought Woodrow. It was cold and dreary, and the Ravenclaws were in a tower, which could catch almost all the chilliest of breezes. If that wasn't enough, he had double potions today, granted it was with the Hufflepuff's. Shaking his head at the thought that he would be under the super vision of Professor Snape again, he swung his legs out from underneath the blankets and over the side of his bed. Rising up, he caught a glimpe out the window, and the clouds out were as gray and dark as smoke from a fire. He smiled, for he did welcome rain, but it might hamper quidditch practice. With that in mind, he stood up, and reached into the little dreser next to his bed toretrieve his school robes and clothes. He dressed quickly, and then proceeded down to the common room, where he hoped that the fire would be blazing.

Entering the common room, Woodrow took a look around. He didn't find Willard or any of his teammates, but he fgured he should probably get to know some of the other people in his house. Looking around for someone, he noticed a first year girl who seemed to be exceptionally lonely. She wasn't far from the fire, and seeing as he could easily sit by the fire and talk to her, he walked over. " Hello," he said, " My name is Woodrow Winchester, third year, and who might you be?"

[Ashanya Alford R3]

The fireplace of Ravenclaws common room was lightening . Some students were sitting there...some were studying & some were gossiping...exceptAshanya. She was standing near that huge fireplace. She found a boy coming towards her. Probably she was feeling a bit embarrasses...obviously..1st time someone was coming to her by himself!!!

That boy was having blonde-hair...and blue eyes...as she was having too. He was appealing good in his uniform...came to her...introduced himself to her. He was Woodrow, a third year boy. He asked about her too.

She spoke in a bit mild voice," I'm Ashanya, Ashanya Alford, 1st year. Nice to meet you, Woodrow!"

Both of them were perceiveing warmth. That was a bit dreary kind of day, but cold enough. No one would want to get aside from that bonfire. So she asked Woodrow if he would sit there.

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

Woodrow nodded as a response to her question. Taking a seat, he said, " nice to meet you as well Ashanya." In the chair, he felt the warmth rushover him, and an explicable delight seemed to soar through his body, from his head to his toes, or rather his toes to his head. His mouth quickly adapted that rogueish grin of his at the feeling, it was euphoric. He looked at Ashanya, and asked, " Would you like to sit down as well?" gesturing at an empty chair across from him.

[Ashanya Alford R3]

"Ofcourse...why not", she replied to Woodrow. She sat down on that chair, which was indicated by him.
Her locks were touching her cheeks, again and again she was trying to keep them back to the ears.
She was feeling a bit hesitation, what should she talk to him. So she gave him a chance to say something.

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

Peering closely at Ashanya, he, Woodrow detected a bit of hesitance in her. Was he intimidating he wondered, but that would only be due to his height. He sought around in his mind for something to converse about. Thinking it might be good to know more about her, he asked " So Ashanya, are you muggleborn, half-blood, or pure-blood?" in a light and casual tone. He hoped she didn't react badly to the question, but sometimes that can't be avoided.

[Ashanya Alford R3]

She found Woodrow peering her. But gradually when he started conversation to her, she felt herself more comfort. So immediately she spoke," Pure-blood, would you tell me the same about you?".

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

Woodrow nodded as Ashanya said she was a pureblood. He had nothing against purebloods, but most were pretty snobbish, although there were quite a few exceptions. So far her manner had not appeared to be that of the typical purebloods, but he had only just met her. He felt he might be over analyzing her however, and when she asked the same of him, he replied in a friendly voice, " I'm a half-blood, my mum is the magical blood in my family." His mother was a squib they had learned a few weeks after he had got his letter, and she had been raised as an muggle, abandoned by her old 'family'. His father however was muggleborn through and through. Yet he, Woodrow was a wizard, which was exciting to say the least.

[Ashanya Alford R3]

"Half-blood", he answered. It was not bad for Ashanya. Because for her, it doesn't matter which 'blood' the person is having. Friendship is beyond these matters, that she thinks.
She didn't know what he was thinking about her. Hope, for good, because she tried her best to get rid of that 'unknown' hesitation.

She went a bit ahead & asked", What's about your family?"

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

Woodrow looked thoughtful as she asked about his family. Could he tell her about his family, should he tell her, or would he even do it? These were all questions racing around his mind, but in the end, would won out. Deciding that he could just tell her what side his magic was on, he said " Well I get my magic from my mum, and my dad is a muggle. They make a really good pair. I don't really know my moms family very well, but my grandmother on my dads side is amazing. She hasn't missed a birthday yet, even at the tender age of seventy-four." It was as much as he had told anyone, but he had never mentioned that he didn't know his mothers family before.

Not wanting an awkward silence to hang over the two, he shuffled around in his cerebrum for a subject on which a discussion could truly be built. He decided on the one thing that he truly knew in the wizarding world, and said " Do you play quidditch? I for one love it, and can't wait for the next team practice." He grinned merrily, for here was a subject that he had great enjoyment for.

[Ashanya Alford R3]

Woodrow seemed thoughtful while telling about his family. But, at last, he told about his mother, father and grandma. Ashanya found it interesting.

Woodrow straightforward asked wheather she played quiddich or not. Although he was too much interested in that!
Slight morosely she answered," No, i don't play quiddich. The reason is, i'm 1st year student. So i'm not allowed to play quiddich. But i can't explain in words how much i'm fond of it...so...just waiting for the next year!!"

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

OOC: Ashanya, you should capitalise your i's when referring to yourself. Sorry if I sound like a stickler, but it will help when you want to rp with the other charries on the site. Oh and spell out numerical type stuff, such as first.

IC: Woodrow raised his eyebrows at her in surprise when she answered him. Just because she was a firsty didn't mean she couldn't play quidditch, it only meant she couldn't play for a team. He did know how she felt though. He had despised the rule against the first years involvement in quidditch, he had heard that Harry Potter played in his first year, deeply resentment his good fortune. Alas though, he was a third year and had just been accepted onto the team, much to his ferverent delight.

With slightly hidden wonderment in his voice, Woodrow asked, " Have you flown before?" It was common knowledge that most pureblooded young witches and wizards had probably already used a broomstick before coming to Hogwarts. However, there always were the exceptions; frail children, klutzy ones, and all the like. He wondered if Ashanya was one of them.

[Ashanya Alford R3]

OOC : Allright Woodrow, next time i'll observe it. Thanks for telling me that!!

IC : Ashanya considered that Woodrow was a bit astonished. So he asked wheather she had flown before or not. She replied in amusing voice ," Ofcourse yes, many times. On coming from school, I daily used to fly at least one time. Sometimes, my parents scolded me...& the teacher too. You know why? Because, my homework was always deficient. It is obvious. If i'll keep on flying, then how will it be done? So, my teacher always kept on intimidating me for the failure in exams.
But, it never took place relentlessly. You know what, exams time, I never even touched the broomstick. Perhaps, it was a co-incidence that I always got good marks! "

When she had set up his viewpoint, she thought, what Woodrow would be excogitating about her? Probably, she was chattering what he won't like.

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

In asking her if she had flown before, memories of his first flight experience bubbled up to the foremost outposts of his mind. It had been like a dream, saying the word up, and feeling the broomstick immediately float up to his hand. It was one of his most treasured memories, learning to fly. With a reminiscient smile on his face, he looked back at Ashanya as she continued on. She seemed to have taken any chance possible to fly, though not during testing week.

He was about to ask her a question, but jumped with a start as he heard his voice shouted from the entrance to the common room. " Oi, Woody, we have practice in thirty minutes, hurry up!" said the person. With an look of shock, Woodrow looked around. Looking at Ashanya, he said, " Sorry about this, I didn't even know there was a practice today. We could talk together another time if you like." He rushed upstairs to the boys dorm, quickly changing into his Quidditch robes and snatching up his broomstick, he headed back out into the common room, and out to the corridors.

[Ashanya Alford R3]

Perhaps, Woodrow was trying to ejaculate something, but, all of a sudden....a student shrieked his name," Woody". Actually, they were having quiddich practice soon. In haste, he ran toward the boys room. She said goodbye to him, but, probably, he didn't notice it.
Still gazing at him, thinking how much fortunate he was!!
She was very happy for him & aspired for a win.
After his departure, she felt lonely. So she peeped out from the window. One could have saw the quiddich pitch from that point.
Yes, that was ravenclaws quiddich team practicing there!
She tried to identify Woodrow. He was there..on the pitch....in quiddich uniform(looking good)....with his broomstick!!
She kept on gazing at him. She was sure that he would play well.