The crisp morning air

[Clare Witts]

It was quite early when Clare woke up. Yesterday was an exciting day; the day she got sorted into Slytherin. It was the house she had hoped to get sorted in since she was young, espiecally since everyone from her family got sorted into that house, except her grandmother. She put easy shoes on and covered herself in a thick cloak. The castle was empty and cold this early, and there was no one to be seen or heard.

Before coming to Hogwarts she got an owl from her cousin Alan, who had been at Hogwarts a few semesters ago. I might send him a thank you note, she thought to herself. But first she would make a quick stop at the lavatory, because damn those nights were long.

She opened the old wooden door, which groaned when she entered, and stepped into the Owlery. Cold wind blew through the tower and there were hundreds of owls sheltering under it's roof. "There you are" she mumbled when she saw her owl. She has yet to give her a name.

Clare sat herself down in one of the many windowsills the room had, and began to write the letter.

 

[Evangeline Campbell]

The day after the sorting and Evangeline was already busy with preparing for every class. She wanted to spend to whole day in the library to read. The library was the first place were came and would visit because it was quiet and the books were great. Evangeline heard stories about the library from some students who came by in the train. She tried to ignore the enthusiastic first years on her way to Hogwarts and after the sorting. There were so many students and Evangeline hoped that they would leave her alone. And if they didn't she made sure, that they wouldn't like to talk with her. One of her talents was to be a ice cold to others and don't be interested in anybody unless she would have something about the information for herself. But on her way to the library she saw a crowd or large numbers going there and they were giggeling. Evangeline turned around directly and sighted. Why... she thought. Well change of plans, she just went looking for a quiet place. So she climbed up the stairs untill she found a place.

Evangeline arrived at The North Tower. She hoped that she will find her way back, because she just walked towards something without thinking straight. But Evangeline was in some way ''happy'' when it was calm around her. She saw The Owlery from a far and decided to walk to it. So she opened the old wooden door and closed it when she was inside. When she came inside she saw a blonde girl sitting in a windowsill, she was writing. Evangeline sighted again, but she was too tired to find a new spot. And perhaps it was an idea of writing her both parents, unless she hated them at the moment. It was good to let them know which house she was sorted and all of that stuff. So Evangeline walked to the middle of the Owlery and left her bag on the ground.

 

[Clare Witts]

Her feather moved over the parchment in lightning speeds. She wrote about how she got sorted in the house she dreamed of getting sorted into, about which teachers she had seen and if Alan had some good stories she could use against them, about how she had managed to claim the best bed in this years' dormitory and even about how the great hall looked even better than that he had promised her it would look. At the end of the letter she asked him to write back soon, she already missed London and she wasn't exactly around the corner: she was in an entire different continent on the other side of the freaking world. 'Love, Clare' she wrote at the bottom of the letter before sealing it off.

Her eyes lit up when she heard the sound of the door, but that changed fast when she saw another human being entered the room. She nodded to the girl and climbed out of the windowsill. She walked over to the other side of the room where her owl sat. "Send this to Alan" she mumbled while giving it the letter she had written. The yet-to-be-named owl flew out of the owlery and started on its long journey to England.

Clare turned around to the other girl. She studied her for a while and noticed the recognizable green serpant. Another Slythering at last, she thought to herself. "Quite early, isn't it?" she said while walking back to the windowsill she sat in before.

 

[Evangeline Campbell]

Evangeline went true her stuff for some parchment and her feather with inkt. In her mind already busy with what she would write to her parents. The same letter but then twice, because else her parents would show the letter to eachother and will fight about who got more words or that kinda stuff. So far was it already with her parents, they will stop at eachothers houses to fight about who got the best letter from their daugther. Was it a good idea to write them? Haunted through Evangeline her head.

When she bend over to her bag she heard a voice behind her. Evangeline turned her face towards the girl that spoke to her, with no interest at all. '' Yes it is.'' Evangeline studied the girl quickly and saw a green serpant. A Slytherin student, alright maybe she is not very loud and dramatic. And she turned her back to the girl again to grab her parchment and feather. '' Damn were is it.'' She saw only some parchment but no feather. She most have left it in the library yesterday. Evangeline turned to the girl again. '' That feather.. I see you are done writing?'' Evangeline wasn't really good in asking nicely.

 

[Clare Witts]

The girl was exactly why people thought so bad about Slytherin. She had no manners nor did even try to be polite. "I am done writing yes," she began, "why do you ask?" Clare was sure not going to make this easy for her, especially if she acted this harsh and cold.

She leaned her head back against the stone windowsill and looked to her left. The far-stretched mountains reached as far as the eye could see. In between them lay small lakes that glittered in the morning sun. Before she came here she had never seen anything apart from the grey city skyline. House after house, office after office. Everything in London was both boring and exciting. As a young girl she would always wondered what was happening behind all the facades of those houses. Who knows, someone might be creating the world's next invention in one of those houses. Clare turned her head to the other girl while a small grin appeared on her lips.

 

[Evangeline Campbell]

Evangeline hoped that she could get the feather from that girl, because when she wouldn't write today she wouldn't do it anytime so. The students all wanted to write their parents for sure about which house they were sorted and that kind of stuff, and then it would be so busy and she didn't want to be a part of that whole circus. '' Ok good.'' Evangeline walked towards to girl so she could hear her better. '' Well why do you think? To write ofcourse, didn't brought mine with me.'' Evangeline already sighted about this conversation. She sure wasn't gonna tell the girl more about the writing.

Different words haunted in Evangeline her head. What was she gonna say and how much? She didn't want it to be long, because her parents didn't deserved that. But what was important to tell and what not? Her house for sure and something about the library, that was all? She was curious about what her both parents would write back, she didn't hoped a lot of questions because she wasn't gonna answer them all for sure.

 

[Clare Witts]

Clare shook her head impatiently, the girl refused to ask it politely. "Well you should have thought about taking your feather before coming here, didn't you?" she said. She picked up the feather which was lying next to her in the windowsill and twisted in through her fingers. She refused to watch any longer into the girls direction and looked out of the window again, while keeping the feather in her hands. She wouldn't have any problem giving it to the girl, as long as she asked it nicely. Clare understood perfectly well that some Slytherin's felt the need to be mean and harsh, but she believed politeness to their own housemates was the least you could do. For one, we had to stay together the entire year and work together to win the house cup and that didn't work with an attitude as this. "It's nice out here..." he mumbled while still staring out of the window, to the great mountains and clear blue lakes.