|
|
Post by lily on Nov 23, 2011 15:52:06 GMT -5
Lilianna wasn't mollycoddled, but she had a certain expectation of Hogwarts, despite only having heard of it about a month earlier. She didn't really know what magic was, what she could do, or what to expect from school. She couldn't imagine that classes were much different, because she couldn't comprehend how magic affected those that lived with the knowledge and constant use of it around them. She expected to be scared. New things always were just that little bit scary, and the attention at the Welcome Feast really hadn't been appreciated. She was one of the few of her year (seven out of fifty – she counted) that was placed into Ravenclaw, which always seemed to draw the most demure applause.
What she hadn't expected was the imposing castle, or the enchanted ceiling, or what seemed like thousands of people. She had expected magic to be rare, for there to only be a handful of people that could 'do it', although she wasn't really too sure what 'it' actually was. The only magic she had done on purpose was a test to see if she was ready for the basics – summoning something to herself from across her bedroom in the Leaky Cauldron, a little experiment the night before being shipped off to boarding school, to ease her nerves a little bit, convince herself that she actually belonged there.
The train ride was uneventful, mostly because she slept for the best part of it, only waking up when the train lights came on as night fell outside the windows. She remained untormented throughout the Sorting Ceremony, and most of the feast (although she was sure that some of the Slytherins were trying to throw food at pretty much everybody). Her night was quiet and pleasant, most people liking the same things as her – mainly reading. The common room was almost silent, and the Ravenclaws she shared a dorm with were considerate and tidy. It was a good first impression, but something had to spoil it.
She was short, even for a first year, and some people had taken to calling her Midget. Mostly in a friendly way. The Slytherins that she had been sorted with, however, had caught up with her on her way to breakfast, and had surrounded her. They ripped the bag from her shoulder and tipped out the contents, laughing and mocking her all the while. She was distressed, but her young features didn't show it, an impassive expression on her face as she waited for them to get bored. They showed no sign of relenting, though, until an older voice boomed out at them.
----------
tag: open word count: 439 outfit: clickyyynotes: [/blockquote][/blockquote][/font] |
|
|
|
Post by lillian on Nov 23, 2011 17:45:05 GMT -5
Lillian was finally at Hogwarts, but it seemed like it was much different from what she was told. Lillian never went to school, unless you counted her classes with Mr. and Mrs. Potter, Weasley, and several other people, including McGonagall, who was her favorite teacher, while still pretty old. It really was like she was a first year at this school, but she didn't really care. She was raised to believe to stand up and be tough, though that didn't always happen. She was a true rebel, sometimes.
When she 'transferred' to Hogwarts, well she was sorted into Hufflepuff. Probably since she was bright, brave and cunning... sometimes. And others she was a complete and total clutz. She was usually happy, unless in a terrible situation. But usually she was down unless something big happened. She didn't mind being in Hufflepuff, she didn't really care what house she was in, as long as she had the same education... but that wasn't the same for some people.
Several people picked on her, mostly Slytherins, but a few from other houses because she was a 'duffer' as they said. Again she didn't really care, though was slightly hurt by it. Either way, she wasn't broken down because of them. She kept her head up and kept on going on with her life. Lillian had friends and she was happy about that, she wasn't lonely, and when she was she looked for other people to make her friends.
Lillian was currently was heading up from the Hufflepuff Common Room located in the basements, for breakfest. Upon reaching the ground floor, she saw a small girl, most likely a first year from this time, distressed trying to gather things off of the floor. Lillian hurried over to the small girl and dropped to the ground, picking up some of Lilianna's things, though she didn't know the name of the girl.
"Slytherins huh?" Lillian sighed helping the girl with her things, "They can be a rude bunch huh? Oh I'm Lillian McCoy, just so you know."
|
|
|
|
Post by lily on Nov 23, 2011 18:18:34 GMT -5
Lilianna wasn't particularly bothered about being bullied, although she was quite unfamiliar with the concept. As a child unaware of her magical ability and living quite easily in the Muggle world, she had had nothing but friends and people being nice to her because she had beautiful manners and they “didn't see that a lot nowadays”. She was incapable of being nasty to people, and often went out of her way to help people. Where she was from, that wasn't a cause for being bullied. Apparently, in Hogwarts, they didn't need a cause. Especially not the Slytherins.
As the Slytherins scattered, her eyes darted between them, making sure they hadn't taken anything of hers, and then sighed as she was left alone to pick up all of her belongings. The textbooks were already well-read, but now, a few of the pages were ripped and, against her will, angry tears sprang to her eyes. People could say or do whatever they wanted to her, but her books were not to be touched. She took good care of them, and to have them so meaninglessly ruined was so frustrating. And she couldn't pay them back without getting in trouble or giving herself a guilty conscience.
When the older girl knelt down next to her to help, Lilianna looked up. She was surprised, because the little she knew or assumed about older students was that they tended not to bother with the first years, other than to tell them to get out of the way, or to occasionally put a stop to whatever bullying they saw, if they weren't Slytherins. They barely even noticed the first years, because it had been so long since they were one themselves. Sliding the books back into her bag, Lilianna smiled wryly. ”Well, that's really my first experience of them, so I couldn't say that about all of them...” She mused.
Lilianna had a system of not judging people by a classification they were given, because not everybody fit the mould exactly. ”I guess most people can be rude, given the right situation.” She shrugged lightly and stood up, shouldering her bag. Looking puzzled about the similarity of their first names, she offered up her own anyway. ”My name's Lilianna Young. But I guess you can call me Anna or something. Or Evan. My dad mostly calls me Evan. It's my middle name. He picked it.” She rambled on occasion, usually when she was trying to be friendly, and she only stopped when she saw Lillian's amused expression.
----------
tag: open word count: 422 outfit: clickyyynotes: [/blockquote][/blockquote][/font] |
|
|
|
Post by lillian on Nov 25, 2011 12:13:09 GMT -5
It was slightly awkward thinking that anyone here could be related to her in some way, or maybe that her mother had an affair and her real father was here at some place. It just was weird being transported back in time, to a time they only heard stories about, to a time that was famous, to a time where she wasn't even thought up yet. She really tried to avoid that and pretend that she was back in her time, but it was so much different now. The Slytherins of this time weren't killers, and not all of them (though a good amount) wanted to be Death Eaters. And there had been houses for years, but in her time it was just Slytherin until Voldemort's defeat... well death.
"Well that's true. It's my first time here, I just know some of the other transfers who were sorted to Slytherin are much like that," Lillian noted, revealling her 'tranfer' status. She understood why most of them were suspicious of the transfers, and frankly if these people went to her time, she would be suspicious of them. So many people just show up. It was weird. She was even sure Harry Potter came back too, but she wasn't sure.
"You are right. I bet I'm rude to some people given a stressful situation. And it's nice to meet you Anna. Lilianna Evan Young, much like Harry Potter's mother yes?" Lillian replied with a slightly surprised look, but nothing too much, since she was named after her too, and since her parents liked her name and all, so it was really the mix. The story surrounding this time was brighter then most of the other stories they were told. Harry told of the Battle of Hogwarts, and how he and the Order were defeated, and retreated to fight another day. Then came the Battle of Hastings where Harry lost the people who were closest to him. Those two compared to the time where he met his love of his life, and had a safe place at Hogwarts to stay. Though this year Dumbledore was going to die, it was still brighter than most times, still crucial.
|
|
|
|
Post by lily on Nov 27, 2011 14:17:34 GMT -5
Despite there being two of them to pick up her books, it seemed to Lilianna that it was taking longer to get everything into its proper place in her bag. Maybe that was because the older girl thought she was helping, she wasn't actually putting them in the way that Lilianna had done that morning, so she was having to surreptitiously change everything around. Finally, everything was in its rightful place, and Lilianna fastened up her bag, smiling at the fifth year. ”Thanks.” She offered a bright smile before jumping to her feet. ”For getting rid of those boys, and helping me pick up my things. Not everyone would have, you know.”
Of course she knew; the question was kind of rhetoric, but Lilianna felt awkward just skipping away, so instead, she stayed to talk to the girl. It wasn't like she was ever really hungry at breakfast anyway. And she didn't have best friends already like some girls she had seen. No-one would miss her if she was late, or didn't turn up, but that realisation didn't bother her at all. In fact, it was a little bit of a relief. Because she had nowhere to go, and Lillian didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, Lilianna thought she would take the opportunity to pump her for information for, although she was unfamiliar with magic and its uses, and magical places like this, she was curious, and wondered what the Hufflepuff could tell her.
”Oh!” There wasn't any real premise for her assumption, but Lilianna had thought that Hogwarts would have been the only magic school in the world. Sure, the world was big, but surely magic wasn't that common. Although shocked, Lilianna didn't let that stop her asking questions. ”Where did you come from then? What school did you go to? Why did you transfer?” Belatedly, she realised that her questions could be construed as rude, and bit her tongue. ”I'm sorry.” She muttered. ”Sometimes I get overexcited.” She flashed the girl another warm smile, and gestured towards the Great Hall.
”I guess. Kinda. I mean, I don't think it was intentional... But her last name was Evans, right? Wanna go for breakfast?” Suddenly conscious of the fact that she was asking too many questions and probably making a pain of herself, she was trying to deflect the attention over to food.
----------
tag: open word count: 396 outfit: clickyyynotes: [/blockquote][/blockquote][/font] |
|
