Salvation

An Unwelcome , Welcoming Welcome

The Great Hall.The living , beating heart of Hogwarts.

The overpowering , dizzying scents of age , wisdom , history and damp wood .Like the inside of an old bookstore.fused with the tantalising taste of magic.A perfume  one rather struggles to explain.Being a Pureblood I was more susceptible to this particular smell.

It's Like the very air is charged with powerful electricity.Dancing seductively along your skin , raising every exposed hair on your body.Trying to reach the magical blood in your veins.It consumed you unknowingly , your pores drink it in , breathe it back out ,the blood racing round your revived body.Its an addiction.Carefully crafted curls all effortlessly unravelled with the humidity of it.Friction Shocks jumping from one person to another as cloaks and jumpers , arms and elbows jostle against each other.Girls flatten their hair habitually , as tell tale strands escape the heavy hair sprayings.Boys gelled helmets always soft by lunch.It warmed you , better than anything else , staining cheeks red , sending fingernails a scratching.

The telltale scratch of a magical being .Infamous for it's relentless nature , a slow torture that can only be rivalled by fleas.Clawing at stuffy clothes , ankles curling round legs and itched hard.Only to be relived for a blessed moment.The layers stripped down to drenched school blouses.Cloaks ,gloves , hats and striped scarves dismissed abruptly.Stepping into The Great Hall from the icy winter outside was like crossing into The Sahara Dessert from the East Antarctic Plateau.An invisible irritation that all magical beings hatefully adore and endure .One not often mentioned as it simply cannot be described as anything but...Magic.

Everything comes with a price . And this was ours.

All final year students claimed their seats at each one of the four stretched tables.

As soon as the majestic doors had parted the merged colours swarmed .Pushing and pulling frantically , wrestling , jostling their way through the living sea of colour.Yellows with Hufflepuffs , Blues with Ravenclaws - the adrenaline fulled chaos causing toes to be trodden on .Hair to be snagged , curses to be called.In the idiotic madness Ebony had grabbed onto Pansy , before she collided with a falling Hufflepuff .I side stepped an incoming Ravenclaw , who face-plated into a hazardous Gryffindors back side.Before narrowly avoiding a spiralling Slytherin , who's scarf I snatched before it coiled round the owners neck , they bumbled a Thankyou ! Before disappearing into the mass...

"Ivy !" I spun sharply to Pansy calling me from somewhere north - before another bumbling baboon crashed against me !
"Oof !" We rolled over and over there body winding me , three times the size I was.

Whipping my spinning head to attention I held onto the brainless -
"Well well we'll , beautifully choreographed Ivory Star ! They say Slytherin's are cunning , but that was brilliantly executed "
A dazzling smile blinded me from above.Before I realised who's blue cloaks I was hanging onto...
"Ryker Bloody Rook" I groaned.
"Less of the bloody , else people will start calling you a Weasley " he smirked obnoxiously.Sliding his biceps round me and yanking us up.

The gold mound of curls tickling his long eyelashes , as two sapphires stared back at me.Of course he'd only gotten ridiculously more attractive over break.The sun kissed tan , jacked biceps and no doubt rippling six pack told the tales of a wild summer.His jaw was muscular , so was every other blasted inch of him.His mother must've been some sort of cursed siren to birth this sickeningly gorgeous super model.His large hands locked round my waist , pulling me out the path of another air headed Hufflepuff .

I swallowed at the intimately close proximity.He grinned down at me , a full pair of pectorals and head taller.
"If you don't remove your hands I will saw them off in your sleep and wear them as a necklace !" I hissed , smacking my own hands against him.