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Chapter One: Perfect Prefects

“Advertising is the art of making whole lies out of half truths.”
-Edgar A. Shoaff


Of course this would happen, why the hell would Dumbledore make me a Prefect? He’s bloody off his rocker, that’s why, Lynnette.

It makes sense to assume that compartment one is at the front of the train, doesn’t it? Well, clearly that’s not how the Hogwarts Express does it; ‘Meet in compartment one twenty minutes after the train beings moving’…really? No directions, explanations, or a please?

They put too much faith in their students; or maybe I’m just not being sensible. I’m a bloody Ravenclaw, aren’t we supposed to be smart—that’s what Hogwarts tells us, at least. More like most likely to off ourselves from stress.

As I slid open the door I heard James Potter’s voice, “…and this must be our missing Ravenclaw Prefect?”

Of course all eyes went straight to me the moment I opened the door.

“Sorry,” I said rather obnoxiously before taking my seat next to the male Ravenclaw Prefect, Miles Boot.

He would get Prefect, the stuck up prat always made sure he was looked up to. Quidditch Captain in his sixth year and Prefect; Of course with his neat dirty blonde hair and brown eyes he would be a great looking person for the job. Just what Hogwarts needs as a Prefect, not someone like me.

So Lily Evans and James Potter were Heads? Ha, that’s ironic; he’s been chasing after her for years. Maybe this will make a difference, or not. I lightly smirked as she glared when he rested his arm behind her shoulders.

“Normally Prefects perform their duties with one from the same House,” Evans was saying to the group. “This year however…”

“—This year Dumbledore wants variety, so to change things around a bit we will be pulling partners out of a hat.” James continued, “Only the girls will be choosing because the pairs still need to have one of each gender for the reasons said earlier. I’m sure your partner would be happy to explain anything you missed, Ms. Grey. ”

He smirked at me before continuing, “Heads will patrol together so my name isn’t in there, sorry ladies.”

I think the Hufflepuff prefect just swooned—the female one. Lily brought over a hat with slips of paper in it. Just like the Muggle way, I bet the Slytherins won’t be happy about this. At that thought I realized I hadn’t even looked around to see who the other prefects were, but before I could Lily Evans was in front of me with a black bowler.
I was second to choose so there were still three names in there. I looked to my left and saw the Gryffindor Prefect, had chose Miles Boot…lucky her. I looked up to see that Evans was trying to keep the smile on her face so I reached in and pulled out a name.

Regulus Black.

Oh, I almost laughed right there. The irony! Mar will want to have a party with this new bit of information.

I must have looked up to Evans with widened eyes (as to try to not laugh) because she sent me a look of confusion. The confusion turned to pity when I showed her the name I pulled and she told James whom to write next to my name on the parchment.

As she walked away I felt a presence next to me. I turned to look into the gray—no, almost navy eyes of Regulus Black. He was the epitome of Slytherin; pitch-black hair that flowed oh so perfectly on his head and wonderfully crafted high cheekbones. What got me were those eyes, dear Rowena, those eyes! First look you thought they were gray, by the second you knew they were a nice navy shade. Dark, mysterious…bloody hell, did I just sigh? Not like I’ve been staring at him for the past six years of my life.

“Hello,” He coughed and looked away. “I’m…Regulus Black.”

“Lynnette Grey, Lynn preferred.” I tried to say elegantly and shook the hand he held out.

“You’re the missing Ravenclaw Prefect,” He stated.

I sighed, “Yes, lost track of time.”

“Ah,” He nodded. “Boyfriend?”

I coughed loudly enough that Boot looked over from where he was talking with McKinnon.

“Sorry?” I incredulously asked.

He laughed a deep laugh, “Sorry, people often tell me I’m too forward.”

I regained my ability to speak, “Um, just a tad bit.”

Is this what speaking with him feels like? Merlin help me, he smells good.

Evans began reading off days for patrol so we turned to listen when she called our names.

“…And since one of you must have lost track of time today, you shall have Fridays.” She sent a friendly glare in my direction and mouthed ‘stay after’ towards me.

I gulped and looked towards Regulus, “Sorry, I think I just ruined your Friday nights for the rest of the year.”

He smirked, “Well, they said Friday’s are the most popular day for sneaking out, so I’m sure we’ll have fun.”

Potter dismissed us with a reminder to be aware of upcoming meetings and said that he’d try and make them work with Quidditch schedules and such.

I turned to Regulus, “So, I’ll see you Friday?”

“Maybe before then,” He smirked again and turned to walk out of the compartment.

I sighed happily that I hadn’t gotten a horrible partner and turned to Evans.

“Hello, Lynnette,” She began. “I just wanted to remind you that if there’s ever any trouble with your partner you can come to James or I and we’ll switch you.”

Still in the clouds of his aroma I replied dreamily, “Oh, thank you but I’m sure there won’t be any trouble.”

She lifted her right eyebrow slightly, “If you think so, but don’t be afraid to if anything comes up.”

I nodded at her and started to walk out of the compartment. The Wizarding World would be a better place if everyone were like Margaret, so understanding and non-judgmental. I turned at a sound to see Regulus throw a small spell in the direction of a younger Slytherin outside another compartment. I moved quickly into the small closet next to the Meeting Room so he wouldn’t see me.

I hate to admit it, but I never really paid attention to what the other Slytherins did. No, I just keep to my friends and studies. Mind you, I pay attention to everything, I am a Ravenclaw after all; yet, with Regulus as the only focus I’ve had for the Slytherin House, not much has been noticed.

Why would he be hexing an innocent second-year? The poor boy probably was just annoying him to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore; he does have quite the temper.

I notice a lot; that’s what the professors all basically tell me. Along with the usual, “You would be a much better student if you paid attention in class” and that sort of thing. I get O’s in all my classes…that’s all that matters. Of course, that is definitely the only reason I was put into Ravenclaw: my obsessive ability to always do my best and work hard without trying. Ravenclaws make it look easy, that’s just what we do.

You know, they say Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw were in love? I found that out last year. Yes, that’s one of those things that are believed in the wizarding world. Don’t Muggles think that a past Queen went with another or something like that? Muggle Studies is the one class Mum and Dad forbid me to take…

Back to the love thing though, can you honestly believe that rubbish? Yes, that would make sense. It would actually make perfect sense, and I used to think that along with the rest of wizard kind. But then I saw sense in all the complete confusion surrounding the Founders of Hogwarts. The two only seemed perfect for the public view when practically advertising Hogwarts. Advertising a pristine school for Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Once this was opened up to me I started looking around. Gryffindors went with other Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, or sometimes Hufflepuffs. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws never went together, same with Slytherins and Gryffindors. Each House also went with member of its own, and Slytherins only went with Slytherins. Law, that’s what that is; an unspoken law that just happened to work in ways so that people didn’t even know it was there. And more than half the time Slytherins didn’t even see each other; they have parents to do the ‘dirty work’ for them; often getting matched with partners from other schools.
But no, I have done my research. I even got a chance to get into the Restricted Section on a quiet Saturday night, no interruptions. Oh, it was dark in there…but beautiful, perfect, a sixth year Ravenclaw with an affinity for dark magic—oh, and she’s a Prefect!

As I was saying, they always pair Ravenclaw with Gryffindor in the end. In the beginning I simply asked myself one day, why not Hufflepuff? So I decided to read Hogwarts, A History. The book tells of everything; well, as much as it can. No, not really about the Founders, but I found out a decent amount of why it was built and such. Of course, I wanted more information. I looked everywhere possible in that Library for something, but I didn’t actually find any information until an unmarked book similar to Hogwarts, A History.

It was amazing really, all about secrets and mysteries of Hogwarts. I didn’t have time to completely look through it, but I did read the part about a Chamber of Secrets. The author wrote that it was not a myth and would eventually bring terror to the School, and then went on to describe its origin.

Salazar Slytherin built it somewhere in (or around) Hogwarts and it said it was beautifully crafted; yet used for the wrong reasons in the end.

‘…Built for Rowena Ravenclaw, Slytherin probably used the room to honor and woo her…’

‘…The two fell in love and it is a possibility that Rowena’s daughter, Helena...’

‘When Slytherin and Gryffindor fought, Slytherin closed the Chamber from all, never to be seen again. Some believe he left a creature so horrible inside that if it were ever to be uncovered…’

After reading the passage I needed to know everything about Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw, not to mention the fact that I had no idea she had a daughter. In awe of all the information I discovered from that one book, I knew there had to be more to know. What if the anonymous author of the book was just a bit…insane? I always said, ‘When odds are against you, it means that you are absolutely wrong—or absolutely right.’ That’s how I had ended up in the Restricted Section.

When finding out about all this I felt like I took part in a hundred year old secret, which I guess I did. I never expected there would really be a back-story to the Founder’s of Hogwarts, I could never have been more wrong. Odds are Ravenclaw and Slytherin were madly in love and had a daughter, Gryffindor being the only thing that messed all that up. And Gryffindor probably just wanted Ravenclaw because, well apparently she was good-looking, intelligent, and all the things men looked for in women back then. The book also goes a bit into Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw’s friendship and how they got into a fight soon after Slytherin hard-headedly left and she found out whom Helena’s father was.

I listened through the crack in the door and heard some girls go past talking of how we were almost there. I waited for them to pass and hoped the halls were empty when I exited the closet. Looking both ways, I started moving quickly back to Mar and Andrew. I passed by Hufflepuffs, Slytherins, other Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors all sitting with their own kind in separate compartments.

I guess advertisement in the Wizarding World can make sense sometimes, but it’s still screwed up.

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