Our First Night ((First Year Girls))

[Adalia St John S5]

Adalia followed Dawn down the corridors in the dungeons with the other first years paying close attention so she could remember the way when she will need it the next day but with her eyes flicking up to the left as if by annoyance every once and awhile. Sure knowing the way was useful and all that but did it honestly have to take this long? Eventually they got to a suit of armour who jumped aside at the password. The group were herded into the common room and Adalia immediately slipped past everybody down the steps toward the first year’s dorms. She didn’t know if they meant to say something or people were just dawdling but she didn’t care – anything important she was sure she would hear through the grape vine anyways.

She threw open the door and didn’t bother to close it after her – the other girls should be coming in soon anyways. She walked right across the room and sat on the bed to the left of the one directly across from the door. She unsheathed her wand and preformed a summoning charm on her trunk sending it flying to the end of her bed. Her mother had been training her in magic and the ways of society ever since she was small; the ministry couldn’t say anything because they would never know if it was she or her parents performing magic in the house. Sure it was easier to make the elves do everything but she knew when she got to school she would have to do some things on her own lest she lug her trunk over all her own. And it was far below her dignity to be performing physical labour – that’s for sure.

A glance around the room showed her just how damp and dark it was because there were no windows at all in the Slytherin quarters seeing as they were under the lake. She was prepared for this though seeing as her family had been going to Hogwarts for generations and the dungeons in their Dutch castle had actually been decorated based on the Slytherin area when her father first graduated because he missed it so much. It was strange to imagine though that she would have to share a bedroom. The majority of the girls would be coming from similar family backgrounds to her too – that would be interesting. But honestly, she was better than sharing a room. Sharing was for mudbloods and mudblood lovers – poor people. She was a St John for the Gods’ sakes. But then so was her father and grandfather and so on and so forth so… She would just have to suffer the indignity though she would never like it and certainly wouldn’t compromise anything just to make it easier for anyone.

The green silk canopy was pulled open along the edges of her bed and Adalia kept it that way – so she could observe everybody enter. She took her own pillows out of her trunk and threw the ones that had been supplied onto the floor before sitting up in her new bed reading a book she had taken from her library back home.

[ariana]

Ariane’s sorting had been quick an ended just the way she had expected. The Sorting Hat hadn’t taken long before yelling out ’Slytherin’. Ariane looked over at the other girls who have been sorted to Slytherin. They already were good, or they had some potential in them. Ariane’s eyes followed the painting and ornaments around the hallways keenly. It wouldn’t do to get lost here during the school-year. Ariane followed Dawn listening closely to the common room password and then entering the common room itself. For a few moments Ariane looked around the common room, clearing the positions of older students in it for herself. She was rather surprised that she hadn’t seen Kris yet. The 6th year boy was a friend and Ariane looked up to him. She would have expected to see him already.

But today Ariane turned after a few moments moved to the Slytherin first year girls dormitory. The door was opened widely and seeing that only one bed was already occupied ariane left it open. „Adalia,“ Ariane greeted the girl in the room with a nod recognizing her as a St. John. A quick scan showed Ariane the room and without any hesitation in her step she moved to the last bed in the right corner away from the door. She would need her privacy and in the bed in a corner she would have the biggest chances of having it. There were many empty rooms in the dungeouns, couldn’t some of them be spared? The headmaster most probably just wanted to make them share for some idiotically noble reason, like making them more of a team-players or teach them to share and be more tolerant. Well, in Ariane’s opinion there was no excuse for being an imbecile. And she would agree to work with people of her own classes when she had something to gain from it.

Her things floating after her Ariane made her way to the bed. Pulling the silver clips with small emeralds on them off from her hair Ariane placed it on the bed-side table while picking up a brush with silvery inkustrations of exotic birds on the handle. Seating herslef calmly on the edge of her bed Ariane started burshing her hair. It was a routine of hers. Every morning she would brush her hair for 300 times, every evening for 200 times no matter how tired she was. That was part of the reason why er hair always looked so healthy and gleaming. Ariane paid attention to her looks and made sure she always looked her best. She didn’t even mind wakign early in the morning and spending that extra hour for making sure she looked at her best.

[pandora]

The soft clicks of many shoes on slate echoed down the hall as the first years made their way to the Slytherin common room. The prefect leading them stopped in front of a suit of armor and said the password clearly; Pandora noted it for future use and followed the others inside. She didn’t make any fuss or announce herself to any one, but simply and quietly walked in with the others, her head held high and proud. She took in the room and it’s grand decoration and her heat skipped a beat. Great waves of adrenaline washed through her veins as the dawning realization of where she was truly sank in. This was it. She was in Slytherin; her mother could finally rest easy in knowing she hadn’t failed with Pandora and Pandora could finally get started on her own path out from her mother’s wing. Pandora brought herself back to her senses and stood off to one side while everyone made their way around the room to familiar chairs and comfortable niches they had claimed for themselves in the years before. She noted each person as the came in, saying nothing to any of them and ensuring she was not openly staring at anyone. These first moments were the most precarious and her actions and observations now may help or hinder her for the next few years. Pandora watched where the older students moved to so she would know without hesitation where she should not sit; the boundaries of society were strict and Pandora knew better than to try to fit in with older students yet. Once she had mentally mapped the room and it’s invisible partitions of age, year, and class, Pandora headed down the stairs to the First Years dorm rooms.


She swept in and noted Ariane in one corner and a girl she didn’t recognize in a bed to her left. Pandora headed without pause to the bed in the further most left of the room, across from Ariane and two beds away from the other first year. Her trunk floated silently in behind her and settled at the foot of her chosen bed. A large tabby trotted in behind her and leapt up onto the chest as it landed. The cat sat proudly like an Egyptian statue and watched Pandora intently as she moved about. The bed she had chosen had thick green velvet curtains and upon further inspection, Pandora found lighter green silk curtains tucked within the thicker fabric. She moved to her trunk and shot the cat a look of impatience. Without so much as a word, Pandora pointed at her bed and the cat leapt up onto the thick covers. As she opened her own trunk, Pandora glanced over one shoulder and said “Good evening Ariane,” before turning back to begin her unpacking. As she lifted her carefully folded, spare school robes from her trunk, Pandora glanced over at the other girl and nodded a hello to her as well. She didn’t know the girl yet, but politeness was key so a proper nod of acknowledgement seemed appropriate. She swept about to the large armoire and admired it for a moment. It was made of finely carved mahogany and the wood had been polished until it shone almost black in the dim light of the room. Pandora filed her clothes away carefully and placed her shoulder bag on one corner of the bed. Her books were neatly stacked on one corner of her dresser and she placed a small silver box carefully beside them.

Only clothes and necessities were unpacked from her trunk along with a few large books bound in leather; the rest of her personal belongings stayed neatly tucked away. Pandora pulled out one of the books from her stack and sat upon her bed. The book was unmarked upon it’s outer binding and she slipped through a few pages before settling on one in the middle. She pulled a silver etched quill from within the folds of her robe and began writing something within the pages before her.

[Adalia St John S5]

As Adalia read Ariane came into the room and greeted her. “Good evening” was all she said in return without looking up from her book. Next came the girl Adalia was pretty sure was named Pandora who seemed to know Ariane and greeted her before nodding at Adalia. Seeing this out the corner of her eye Adalia returned the gesture then put her book down.

“Quite a day it was wouldn’t you agree?” Adalia said to neither of them in particular. “Train being attacked and all I mean. You would think they would have made sure that it was only mudbloods who got hurt. Graas is such an influential family too. I can’t believe their boy got hurt. His grandparents must be fuming; my parents were after the Diagon attack. Were either of you hurt in that? I can’t believe a St John was hurt in that. There was a time when your family name mattered. Now the whole world is so filled with mudblood filth that you can’t even trust the old names and nobody is safe.”

[Padme Rendel S2]

((Lookie what I got too! *jumps up and down while throwing confetti at Adalia* Sorry it took so long but Padme is finally making an appearance. I hope it isn't too late though...))

Padme smiled as Jack congratulated her on being in Slytherin. "Are you honestly surprised?" She replied arrogantly, putting a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear. Her eyes were steadily fixed on everything that caught her attention and she relied upon them to hide her emotions. The train had been a horrible experience; being an unhappy, listening Slytherin was what she had been then. Ariane had excepted her as that, but Padme was no slave! She didn't care anymore if the girl's accepted her as one of them or not, she had better and more important people to impress. She would just be herself and make sure people respected her for that, and more hopefully. She smirked haughtily and forgot to listen to Jack's reply as the crowd stood up and prefects began to monitor the younger students. Padme scowled darkly and followed a random prefect to her common room.

Padme had always envisioned herself making this journey to her common room. Always, it would have been full of happiness and pride. She had made it into Slytherin! Instead, however, she remained quiet as the dungeon corridors slipped past. She was slightly dizzy from all the food and full of a great meal, but things just didn't seem exceptionally good anymore. The dungeon was too cold, the floor too hard, the steady dripping sound that had no source too annoying....Everything made Padme's head ache for a soft bed and a plush pillow. Finally, the group of Slytherins marched into the common room and was told the password before allowed entry. She didn't stare in awe at her surroundings but instead flopped down in an armchair, trying to ignore a few stares that were directed her way. Jack hobbled over to her, looking extremely drawn and tired. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked with a drowsy expression. Padme glared at him with distaste; it was obvious he didn't care about how she felt at the moment.

"Go to bed before you make me sick," she replied snidely with a snort of amusement to follow. Jack stalked away, not looking back which hurt Padme's pride, but she didn't dwell on her brother. Instead, she tried to stay focused on her happiness. Every movement seemed to be heard in the common room, since the vast area was completely empty except for her. Padme suddenly realized her main fear; silence. Silence allowed her to think, to relive horrible memories of her past and drown in depressions of her future. Padme hated herself for fearing something, but the silence overwhelmed her. She jumped up quickly and scuttled to the door, trying to keep whatever poise she had left in this situation. The door was thrust open by her small hands and she entered the first year girls' dormitory to find three inhabitants already inside. Adalia, Ariane and another girl Padme thought looked familiar but didn't remember her name. She shifted uncomfortably as the door slammed behind her.

"Ariane. Adalia." She greeted without looking at them and sent the other girl a slight nod. She didn't feel like giving pleasantries at the moment, especially when she was being normal and - in other words - a foul, mean person. She grimaced at the description of herself that was often sounded out through others mouth. She walked over to one of the empty beds and sat down primly, not looking at anyone. She knew that the girl's must have been in conversation before but she took no heed to try to rejoin it again. She began to prepare her bed, making the covers smooth with no wrinkles and pulling the curtains back so she could see all of the occupants in the room. She pulled out her wand and subtly summoned the trunk to her, using her little knowledge of spells to help her. It flew to her immediately, if not a little off target. She busied herself pulling out all her things and placing them wherever she chose, since this was, after all, her new room.

[ariana]

Ariane was sitting calmly in front of the mirror mentally counting the times the brush ran trhough her long silky hair. Her back was turned towards the rest of the room so no one could accuse her of being overly nosy. Yet she could keep an eye on all the inhabitants of the room via the mirror. Ariane nodded briefly at Pandora as she entered the dormitory but as she didn’t greet anyone Ariane refrained from saying anything to the girl. She was a Dianne after all. That meant that she was above most. Though she would most surely find those equal to her in position in Slytherin house. Those equal to her and those below her still. Even true purebloods were rare and even rarer was a good influential and proper family. But Ariane had been raised well.

It was Adalia who broke the silence and Ariane turned half-way on her seat hwile her burhs never ceased pulling through her hair. „Luckily only the end of the train was damaged. But it’s still a disgrace. The whole train is a bit tacky. But it was a shock to hear Kris getting hurt. He is a family-friend.“ Ariane couldn’t help but wonder why he was in the back of the train. He usually rather preferred the challenge of breaking rules in the vicinity of professors. Supposedly it gave a better thrill. But Ariane had to consult her parents about the matter. Did him being cursed signify something? How ever painful it would be for Ariane to cut her ties to Kris... if he wasn’t loyal to the Dark Lord, then he wasn’t going to be on the same side as Ariane.
„I think I saw healers from the St.Mungo’s in here earlier. Doesn’t Hogwarts really have qualified staff to look after the patients? Or was it Kris’s grandmothers demand to make sure he is looked over by professionals? She was a proper Slytherin after all,“ Ariane mused out calmly while looking over at Adalia. Giving a brief not to Padme Rendel as she entered. „Padme,“ Ariane responded rather coldly. Etiquette demanded the she would reply. But that dind’t mean she liked the girl in any way. She was a Slytherin – that was practically the only good thing Ariane was yet to say about her.

„I was at a dinner-party with my mother the day Hogsmeade attack took place. Shame you got harmed. If people don’t recognize the honourable families anymore...“ Ariane didn’t finish the sentence merely giving a cool smile. St.John was influential name after all.

((I know, I know... I have left this post for awfully long... but Ariane has just today started to talk to me again. )