Early Bird [open]

[emme]

Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle, now a rash

Emmeline had only managed to close her eyes in the early hours of the morning, because she had stayed up working on an essay and yet she was already in her school uniform and making her bed two and a half hours before her first class began. Picking her wand up from her side table she muttered a spell under her breath so that she didn’t wake any of her dorm mates up and watched as the sheets and covers on her four poster bed jumped into perfect place before her. Emmeline was always one to wake up early in the morning and she had learnt to get done without waking up her dorm mates. Of course it hadn’t always been that way. In her first year at Hogwarts there had been many times that she had been forced to duck various items that had been thrown at her out of frustration of being woken up so early, but eventually she had learnt how to do what was needed without causing any of her dorm mates to stir.

Picking up her bag that sat perfectly positioned by the base of her bed on top of her trunk, she slung it over her arm, since she had not intention of returning to the dorm before class started she would be forced to lug the bag around her until then. With one quick check to ensure that her hair was still perfect and her uniform had not creased in the process of getting done Emmeline made her way out of the dorm and the Ravenclaw common room and headed toward the grand staircase. Her first stop would more than likely be the Great Hall to get some breakfast. Even though she was done early, Emmeline was well aware by now of the fact that there were plenty students within the castle walls that got done just as early as she did and some even earlier. Of course they all had there own reasons. Some got done early so they could complete work that they had yet to complete, others because they wanted a good start on the mischief that they had planned for the day and some just because they were prone to waking up early. Emmeline was more of the latter and it also had something to do with the fact that she enjoyed watching the school waking up. It was always an interesting site to see.

Being in no rush, Emmeline did not make the same mistake that she so often seemed to make of falling into the trick step on the Grand Staircase and this time was careful to make a curt jump over it. It wasn’t that she didn’t pay any attention to things that she was doing, it was just that so often she found herself captivated by a good book or a new spell or charm that they had just learnt that she often just completely forgot that the step was there. Lucky for her though she was good at remembering spells and required no help getting herself up again and her falling through the step often went by with no notice. It was thanks to that and the fact that the students of Hogwarts were always so busy with their own lives and rumours and the sort that they hardly paid attention to anything else, unless of course the names James Potter and Sirius Black were mentioned, then it was a different story.

As she reached the landing of the Entrance Hall, Emmeline couldn’t help but look toward the large oak doors, which stood closed because of the early hours of the morning. The castle truly was magnificent and even after five full years of being at this school, this year being her sixth, she could still be mystified by it. Turning toward the Great Hall she found the doors to that room open as she so often did. It was rare that she found it closed. It seemed that Dumbledore was aware of the fact that there were students who preferred to get done early then sleep until the last possible moment and for that she was thankful. She walked through the doors and looked up and the ceiling to see a cloudy sky that seemed to promise the prospect of rain and merely shrugged. It was that time of the year and she hardly expected anything else. Tugging slightly on the strap of her bag she made her way toward the Ravenclaw table, where she carefully removed the bag form her shoulder and placed it on the bench next to where she would soon seat herself. Pulling her cloak way she seated herself on the bench and the allowed the cloak to fall behind her as she looked toward the breakfast spread before her. “Now what to eat,” she muttered to herself.

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