Chapter 1 : Introduction
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Anyway, here it is. The beginning might be a bit boring, but I promise it will get better!
First question: have you ever considered the face behind the mask is different from the one in front of it?
Second question: have you ever paid much attention to the shadows?
When I was 11, I was determined I would be placed in the house of Slytherin. I’d decided that was the only place I fit in.
As I’d heard my name being shouted, I’d walked up to the little stool placed only a few feet in front of me. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, but has the hat roared, “RAVENCLAW!”, all coloured drowned from my face.
McGonagall had to give me a little push for me to get off the stool. I stumbled down the table filled with Ravenclaws from all years, with eyes filled with dread.
I had never been a person who loved chores or hard work, or work at all, really. That’s one of the reasons why I always pictured myself getting sorted into Slytherin, so when the Sorting Hat placed me in Ravenclaw the word shocked would be understating my reaction. I’d been absolutely furious at first, then just mad. Then I started to freak out when a 7th year Prefect started going on about Ravenclaw’s and how we were the cleverest students at Hogwarts. And that they loved learning and all that. I totally freaked out. Totally.
Learning hardly interested me, and now suddenly I was supposed to love it?
And being among the cleverest students at school? Talk about pressure!
I grew into the role, however. I started to avoid people and I spent most of my time in the library, all to study and live up to my reputation as a Ravenclaw.
Friends? Can’t say I have any. I do share a dorm with Luna Lovegood. She’s nice. A bit loony as everyone says, but she’s the only one who can keep up with my moods.
Sometimes she’s with Neville Longbottom as well and I might tag along. Usually I don’t, but I might every now and then.
My hard work and studying paid off at all times, though. I have never received anything but O’s.
In my fifth year I therefore, due to my good grades, was rewarded by being made a Prefect. This was much to my dismay, as it meant I had even more duties, along with all the chunk of homework I was sure to be given.
Taking on the duty, I thought nothing more of it. Until another, all too similar letter arrived in my room. I already knew what it would say, before I opened the envelope.
I’d been made Head Girl…
That meant all Prefects, all 16 of them, would be my responsibility. Of course the Head Boy, whoever that was, would help, but still. It was a huge responsibility, and it would also be my job to arrange gatherings and all those fancy things I'd never even attended myself. Well, except the Yule Ball. That I HAD to attend, unfortunately.
Not wanting to let down the Headmaster or any other of the teachers, I accepted.
Being Head Girl was going to be tough, but one particular Prefect was about to make it all so much tougher.