First Years
After the feast last night me and Luna just went straight to bed. We were somehow really tired and couldn't be bothered to
unpack properlyRight now it was 7:30am I was up getting ready for the day. During the holidays the school had changed the first uniform slightly. We now wore these really nice blue overall dresses which had our logo on them. This, I think, was to change it from us practically all in grey or black. Other than that I put on my blouse and tie as well as my over the knee socks.
Next I tied up my ankle boots which had a high heel on them. It surprises me that they allow me to wear them. Once however Snape said they were inappropriate with such a high heel therefore he reported it to Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster. Luckily I was called up to rest my case. I told them that it was unfair with me being small that I weren't able to see over my classmates and that the boots helped me. Moreover I said how they were also practical when going to outside lessons especially during the winter. I won my case therefore Snape was pretty pissed
Lastly I tied up my hair into a messy bun which I usually do for school
Once I was ready I checked to see if Luna had gotten up yet. I walked out to the bathroom to see her fully dressed laying on her bed reading her magazine
"Wanna go to breakfast Luna?"
"Yeah sure"
We walked down into the common room passing many other students. As we left the room however a group of first years came running up to us
"Excuse me?"
I look towards them
"Can I help you?" I ask softly
"Could you tell us where the great hall is we've forgotten our way"
"Sure follow us" I say motioning them to follow us "I'm Ophelia by the way"
"Hey" They all say
"I'm Charlotte" A more confident first year tells me
"Nice to meet you Charlotte"
The group consisted of a few girls and boys. Most of them were Ravenclaw but there was a few Gryffindors. We walked down the corridor
"So what do you guys like so far?" I ask them
"The common rooms" A boy says "Their really nice"
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
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