Person in herself ((Elizabeth))

[cleo]

Strong fingers combed through wildly messed up hair. Cleo pursed her lips with irritation as she glared at the desk pitcher of water she was trying to transfigure. Transfiguration had never been – and most probably never would be – her forte, but this was bad even for her. Cleo had always found it easier to work with rocks or transfiguring metal, but this was getting ridiculous. Scowling at the pitcher of water Cleo flicked her wand and tried the wordless incantation she had heard older years speak so much about once again. This time she even succeeded! Well half-way at least… Or maybe not half-way. The pitcher flew up suddenly sending some of the water in it over the pitcher’s edge before the goblet broke into tiny pieces and just kind of… ceased existing.

Cleo stared at the pitched thoughtfully. This wasn’t supposed to happen actually but it had been an interesting effect. Perhaps she could use it on some Slytherin to see if it would dissolve some idiotic people? Cleo smirked at the thought and with a careless flick over her shoulder blessed some Slytherin boy who had been laughing at her over the pitcher with a very bad case of boils, making him hurry out of the Great Hall.
Cleo gave a smirk and poured herself some orange-juice after snatching a new pitcher from the table. Gulping down a bit of the juice Cleo made herself a molten-cheese sandwhich and bit into it. Chewing on her bite Cleo coolly examined her nails. She would have to redo them. Preferably today Cleo decided as she observed the nails and removed the previous nail-polish with a quick charm.

Diving into her bag Cleo pulled out a few small bottle of nail-polish and started to put on under-polish on her finger-nails with practiced ease ignoring the chit-chat going on in the Great Hall. Cleo was a person in herself and she was happy about it. Other would have to adjust after her or just stay out of her way. It was as easy as that.

[elizabeth]

Elizabeth walked down the long winding staircase that trailed from the Ravenclaw common room, the sun from the windows above shining brightly upon her. The air around her was crisp and there was an atmosphere of excitement jumping about the castle. It was the first week back at school and Elizabeth was refreshed and anxious for the new year. She reached the bottom step and headed straight for the great hall, her stomach was growling and her mouth was watering from the fresh smell of buttered toast and orange juice.

As she entered the great hall she paused, a smile adorning her maturing face, looking around at the familiar surroundings. She looked at the familiar faces of the people she had grown to love, and hate, and the fresh faces of those she had not yet gotten to know. She walked happily towards the long wooden table that belonged to Ravenclaw, swing her legs over the bench as she sat comfortably. She looked at the platters of food in front of her deciding what she might like to eat before grabbing some bacon and toast. She reached for her goblet and waved her wand above saying a small charm which filled the goblet with a cold sweet coffee.

She was sitting enjoying her breakfast quietly when a loud noise sounded just to the left of her. She looked down to see a very pretty, but very frustrated, older raven girl staring curiously at a broken pitcher. The girl smiled and shrugged it off before reaching for some her goblet and then beginning to paint her nails bright colors. Elizabeth raised her eyebrows slightly and then slid her plate closer to the girl, "Not having much luck?" she asked politely. She was rather good in transfiguration, however, she did not know if she could help a girl so much older and more advanced than herself. Rather she was just simply trying to make conversation, "Mine names Elizabeth," she said politely holding out her hand, " Third year, Ravenclaw... obviously," she giggled as she realized the girls nails were wet and put her hand down on the table, blushing slightly.

[cleo]

Cleo had been wondering for a while about what kind of a pain put on her nails. Red always looked nice, but she just took red nail-polish of yesterday. Green or blue? Hmm, that would be a possibility. Not black today, but blue or black. No, make that lighter shade of blue and white. Finally coming to an decisions Cleo left out an intriguingly sharp pencil and the bottles of required nail-polish. She had just had time to cover 2 finger-nails on her right hand, having already covered the nails on her left hand with blue colour when some younger year shifted next to sit next to her.

Cleo looked at her with an arched eye-brow when she held out her hand to her and nodded at her as she put her hand down a moment later. “Due to obvious reasons I won’t shake your hand right now. Cleo. 5th year and also obviously a Ravenclaw.” Cleo looked at the girl thoughtfully. It must have taken quite much courage to come up to an older student like that. Cleo herself wouldn’t have done it in her 3rd year, but then again she was something different too.
“I guess you could call it bad luck. I call not enough practice. Never was overly good in transfiguration and to transfigure the goblet with a wordless incantation while the water stays put – I seriously need to work on that one yet.”
Cleo shrugged and covered the rest of her fingers with blue pain before leaning her hands on the table for a moment to let the nail-polish try for a bit. Turning her head towards Elizabeth Cleo gave her a half-smile: ”You any good at Transfiguration?”

[elizabeth]

The wood on the table below thudded ever so slightly as Elizabeth tapped her fore-finger happily upon it. The girl she had slid to sit next to was rather pretty, short red hair and a beautiful complexion, it was obvious that she was much older. She eyed Elizabeth curiously before telling her that she was a fifth year and, obviously, a Ravenclaw. Elizabeth liked this girl, Cleo was her name, she had an inviting presence about her and it made her all the more comfortable to sit next to. Elizabeth often felt more comfortable around Ravens than any other house, it seemed they were the perfect combination of humour, kindness and wisdom. She like that she belonged to this house, it was something she said with pride whenever she was asked.


She poked at her eggs and the yoke began to flow from the insides like lava down a mountain side. She picked up her toast and dipped it in the sauce, savoring every bite of her own creation. Her mouth began to dry so she reached for her goblet and took a sip of the sweet and tangy juice, it was one of her favorites. She finished the egg and toast and then put her fork down and turned back to the girl. The wet paint on her hands shimmered in the light that was flowing through the windows in the great hall. Elizabeth was examining her slowly, trying to understand a bit more about her when she was caught off guard, "You any good at Transfigurations?" she asked with a quint little half smile playing upon her face. Elizabeth shuffled her feet for a second and brushed the hair from her eyes, "Yes, I am quit good, I don't know if I could help you though," she shrugged slightly, "What is it you're working on?" She turned her head slightly to the side and wondered what the girl was working on, and how it turned out so disastrously.

[cleo]

Cleo glanced at the goblet that had had such an unfortunate fate and gave a half-smirk. Transfiguration most certainly wasn’t her forte. “Project. Hopefully to be able to get extra credit as I need every chance of it I get,” Cleo admit with only the barest pause before her answers. She didn’t like admitting she didn’t do good in some subject. Maybe it was just unnecessary pride, but Cleo couldn’t ask help easily. She had no problems helping others is she could – she even tutored sometimes – but she didn’t feel comfortable asking help from others. It was just the same with admitting she sucked at Transfiguration. Other houses often seemed to think that if you were in Ravenclaw you were smart and didn’t have to study. Maybe it was spite but Cleo liked it when people thought that of her and she tried to cover up her worse sides.

“Change the goblet while not meddling at all with the water in it and not causing the water to flow away to somewhere either,” Cleo recited the task she was trying to handle and blew gently on her nails before touching one the nails to her lip. It was still a bit sticky, but Cleo found the colour alright. She wanted to add the white clouds to the nail-polish before it would dry completely. Unscrewing the small bottle containing white nail-polish Cleo picked up the thin pencil and covered it with the white liquid. Placing her left hand on the table after pushing her plate farther away Cleo started to draw a small white summery-cloud on her nail.
“I’m rather glad to be back here however. Whether it means I have to bare through Transfiguration or not,” Cleo remarked throwing a strand of her hair back with a flick of her head.