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Wake Up Call 4

Antonia had been to her classes, History of Magic, Potions and Charms, and it was now time for lunch. Her sleepy dorm mate had not been to any of them. ‘If my luck wasn’t generally so good I’d think I got stuck with a vampire’ she mused to herself as she exited her last class. She reminisced briefly over her classes as she strode toward the Slytherin common room. History of Magic was an utter snooze fest. She cared about Magical History, of course, but that old wizard’s ghost was so completely bland and kept calling her “Ms. Romulus.” Professor Snape, the Potions Master was truly a cranky old creature. Adrias was going to absolutely love him. He had seemed rather approving of her knowledge in class, though it was quite obvious he played favorites and held his house above all the others. Being as she was in his house, all the better for her. Charms had been most fun. Professor Flitwick was simply adorable and she blew him away when, instructed to to lift parchments into the air and stack themselves, she had caused her stack to dance around the air elegantly in an intricate pattern before filing down into a neat pile. She’d earned her house 15 points for this. This time six girls were accompanying her. The original three had apparently each invited a little friend of their own to what they thought was their little gang. She sighed as they chittered with each other around her. A Hufflepuff girl got caught in their path and, seeing her and her group of Slytherin girls, dropped her books and frantically began trying to scoop them up. Antonia floated to a stop a few paces away and the other girls seemed to fall in close behind in a formation. “Duffers indeed.” One jeered, and the others snickered and giggled in agreement. The girl was turning red. “Now now, girls.” Antonia purred and they grew silent. She quickly she could get used to this. The Hufflepuff girl had stopped in mid reach for a book and was staring at her. “What’s your name, girly?” Antonia inquired smoothly. The girl answered quietly. “Lizbeth.. Grunnings.” Antonia took out her wand and swished it in a wide arch. She said nothing. Enchanted nothing. The books slowly lifted and formed a pile right into the girl’s arms. “Antonia au Rath, Ms. Grunnings. If you’ll excuse us.” And with that she swept past, continuing on her way. Her followers whispered excitedly all about her and all she could think about was how much fun this year was going to be. She was already formulating a power base and impressing people. She couldn’t wait to tell Adrias. But, for now, ugh, her roommate issue.

Upon entering the common room she managed to shake off her entourage and slip to her dormitory. Gracefully she opened the door and stepped into the room, lips pursed slightly. But the girl was awake, fresh and seemingly happy. She spoke to Antonia. She couldn’t help but notice the girl’s robes were a bit over large. “Skipping classes.. me? Of course not, silly girl.” She said, quickly coming back to herself. “You seem to have found the correct side of the bed on which to wake up. Professor Snape was quite aware of your absence, you know.” She folded her arms, raising an eye brow, her voice was a smooth droll now. “I doubt he’ll take points from his own house- he plays favorites you see- but nonetheless your absences had better not take away the 15 points I got for us today.” She strode closer and began fondling the girl’s robes. “This it too big. You’ll look like Professor Snape billowing about in these..” her look was thoughtful. This was a perfect opportunity to make a bond with the girl. She took a step back, recalling one of her mother’s spells, drew her wand and pointed it at Kaden. “Recessor Fabricci.” Kaden’s robes slowly shrank until the measurements to tailored perfectly.

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Wake up Call (2)

Antonia had never encountered such an insolent girl. “Prissy?” She scoffed indignantly before straightening her back even more and folding her arms. Her voice slowed to a droll as she unpursed her lips. “I was merely going to invite you to breakfast but you’ve made it clear that was pointless. Fine, then.” She turned on her heel, striding elegantly to the door.

Antonia wasn’t going to give up just yet on the girl, however. She knew quite well that making the unpleasant and the aggressive folk into friends was often very beneficial in the long run. Her mother was exceedingly good at befriending such people.

She turned slightly at the doorway before exiting. “You won’t make any friends with that sort of attit-” but the girl was already asleep. Antonia’s eyebrow and the corner of her mouth twitched, and she exited the dormitory with a swish.

She had barely gotten out of the common room before three other girls had latched into her, noting their familiarity with her family, asking questions about rumors and about her brothers being in different houses. “We don’t talk about Goryan and his misplaced loyalty.” She told the girls, who followed around her closely as they set for the breakfast hall. “Adrias should have been in our house. He was devastated.” “Ooh but at least he wasn’t put in Gryffindor like your older brother!” Chimed one of the girls. Another spoke up, “Yeah! But he should have been in Slytherin, too! I’ve heard he can be real nasty to rule breakers and really knows how to work hexes.” The first girl shook her head, “Everyone knows he hates Slytherin, though.”

Antonia said nothing as the girls continued to gossip and follow her like ducklings. She thought to herself about how Goryan might react to Adrias being placed in a house other than Slytherin. He had always jeered at both Adrias and Antonia about how perfect they would be for such a “horrible, dark house” and how ashamed they should be. She sniffed condescendingly. What a stuck up prat. Even for a Gryffindor. The group of girls entered the breakfast hall and Antonia spotted her brother almost immediately. He was with another Ravenclaw boy and seemed bemused. At least, she thought, he didn’t seem to be in shock anymore. She excused herself from her followers and they watched curiously as she approached Adrias and sat on his free side. Other Ravenclaws near them eyed her, some curiously, others warily. She paid them no mind. “So, then, another house-traitor in the family.” She greeted him. Adrias tensed, but she caught a slight grin threaten to emerge on his face. “Shut up, Antonia..” he murmured, jabbing a fork at his bacon. She leaned forward and looked at Sam, her gaze momentarily appraising. “Antonia au Rath. Slytherin house.” She said formally, reaching an arm right past Adrias’ face to shake the other boy’s hand. Sam wiped his hands on a cloth and took her hand. “Samuel Waylund. Obviously Ravenclaw.” He replied with a polite smile. Adrias noted how formal he was with her compared to how informal he had been with himself. Of course, they had been in the privacy of their own dorm before. And, he added in his head, grudgingly, they were in the same house after all. “I hope my dear brother hasn’t cursed anyone’s tongue out yet.” She said wryly, her lips curling into a smile. “He does have a nasty temper at times.” “Antonia-” Adrias hissed warningly. This was hardly the time and place for her to be casting her dark humor all over the place. She was supposed to be the tactful one! Sam’s smile faltered only for a second and his eyes twitched in Adrias direction but he held firm. “No, I must say he’s been adjusting quite well.” Adrias felt like he was in a spotlight and his face was getting warm. Adjusting well? It had only been one bloody night. What was he on about? And why did he sound so blasted stuffy? Adrias thought it was as though Sam, though being of ‘lesser stock’ as some in his family would say, must have had some experience interacting with high status families, the way he was speaking to Antonia.

The rest of the morning went by a bit more smoothly. Adrias was just glad to have his sister by his side. His mind still wasn’t working properly but he was sorting himself out. Antonia ate her fill and made a show of bantering with Sam like Nobles, clearly enjoying herself, though Sam seemed to be struggling to keep ground with her.

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Adrias stood stalk still as he watched Slytherin house leave. The other houses were gathering around their own prefects, and he found himself trailing after the Ravenclaws as they began to leave. The prefects of Ravenclaw, Jonathan Blackwater and Susanna Proffit, both tall, slender and bespectacled, lead the new house students up a winding staircase to the Ravenclaw common room entrance. It was a door with no handle. Only an eagle knocker. It reminded him of home; the large eagle statue used as a portkey by his father. The statue had been in the house for countless generations, originating back to one of Adrias’ grandfathers who had kept and bred golden eagles and the giant, magical eagles known as Ghetsari, which could lift a muggle car easily into the air, for a sport known as Falconry. The prefects looked as though they could be twins. Both with sharp, angular features, analytical eyes and dark haired. Jonathan spoke first. “You’ll notice something about our common room entrance.” Susanna spoke next. “It’s obvious, so someone please speak up and state the observation.” The new students were silent for a moment before a short, skinny boy with khaki colored hair spoke up. “There’s no door handle. The bronze knocker there will ask us riddles in order to gain admittance.” His voice was small but he spoke confidently. He’d obviously done his research beforehand. Adrias studied the boy carefully. “Precisely.” Remarked Jonathan. “If you can not answer the questions correctly, tell me, how might you still get in?” A girl spoke out this time, almost as tall as the prefects, but with a round face and short, curly hair. “You can’t! I know all about the common room entrances and there is no other way in to our tower, at least none that I could find through reading.” Susanna replied this time. “True the door won’t open for you if you can’t answer the riddles, but still incorrect. There is one other way to get in.” “By waiting for someone else…” Adrias mumbled, half trying to answer, half trying to speak only to himself. “What was that?” Jonathan and Susanna said in unison, both looking toward him. The other first years looked around to him, many recognizing him as the boy who went to the Slytherin table and whispering. Adrias hesitated. “By… w-waiting for someone else to answer correctly.. You can go in with them… right?” He could still hardly use his voice. The shock of being put in the wrong house was only just beginning to loosen its grip on his throat. Jonathan smiled, obviously pleased that one of his lot, the boys, gave the answer. “Yyes! That is correct!” Susanna nodded, “Let me remind you all that it will become tiresome to you and annoying to the rest of us if you rely on this secondary method. It points to laziness. You were sorted into this house for a reason. Live up to it.” She turned to the door. “Let us in, please.” For a moment there was silence. Then the head of the eagle spoke with a melodious voice.. “What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?” Susanna turned to face the students. “Well?” A boy near the back called out confidently, “A brown snake, of course!” Jonathan and Susanna both frowned. The door did not budge. They obviously knew the answer. “I like where you’re coming from; simple logic; but no. You are incorrect. Anyone else?” Adrias racked his brain, thinking of everything he possibly could. ‘Puzzles to get into my blasted room.. ridiculous’ he thought to himself bitterly. After a few moments, as the prefects allowed everyone do practice their thinkers, he decided it might do well to think outside the magical box. Muggle money, coins in particular, had heads and tails, so to speak. And pennies would be considered brown technically. But did he really want to risk looking so dumb? Would they really be asked a question pertaining to the nonmagical world? He held it to himself instead of speaking up, which he immediately regretted as he noticed Jonathan glance at him expectantly. But it was too late. “A penny.” Susanna sighed as she turned to the door. Adrias could hear some of the other students mumbling to themselves and to others around them. “A penny..?” “What’s a penny..?” “Blimey, that’s muggle money! Muggle money from America, at that!” “We’re supposed to know codswallap like that?” “Looks like I’ve got some more reading to do..” Jonatha spoke up as the door slid open. “That one was considered easy. Study hard, Firstyears.” They filed in after the prefects. They entered a room filled with books and tables, and Adrias noticed a beautiful white marble statue of the house Patroness beside the door that he assumed lead to the dormitories. Immediately Adrias could feel drowsiness set it, and the prefects lead them to their respective dorms. He was partnered with the shorter boy who had correctly answered a question previously. They silently went about checking their luggage which was awaiting them upon their beds, changed into nightwear and got into bed. Adrias had his wand in hand as he lay in bed. The wind blowing through the windows was so soothing.. Maybe he could deal with not being sorted into Slytherin.. He was still at a school for Magic. Surrounded by witches and wizards apart from his family. No longer surrounded by muggles… Maybe this could work.. It was an hour or two before he finally drifted to sleep, without realizing it.

At seven o'clock Adrias was awoken by a soft, wind chimy tinkling sound emanating from the very air around him. It was so soothing, yet wouldn’t allow him to fall asleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and saw the other boy doing the same. He figured he should have introduced himself earlier, but he didn’t either, so oh well. “I’m Sam. Sam Waylund.” The boy had suddenly made his way over to Adrias. “I’m Adrias au Rath..” he replied in kind, then grabbed his wand, dressed In his new house robes and headed for the door. His heart fell a bit as he thought of being separated from his sister. They had so looked forward to being in Slytherin together. “Are you pureblood?” Sam asked randomly, having gotten dressed as well and was now following Adrias out the door. “My mom is a muggle and my dad’s a wizard, but he didn’t teach me to use magic before coming here.” Adrias was quiet a moment. For such a shy looking boy, he apparently wasn’t, this Sam. “Um, yes, I’m Pureblood. My Family are all magicians, as far as I know, and they use magic all the time. I picked up on some stuff and they taught me other stuff. I never had a proper wand, though. This is my first.” He held up his ebony wand, admiring it. Sam was almost gawking. “That’s brilliant! You can use magic! I’m glad you’re in our house! Pap knew I would be in Ravenclaw. So was he and his brothers and my grandpap. Imagine someone of your skill in Slytherin.. I saw you sit at their table. People were whispering about you. I heard Amy Nimbleton say your whole family tree is full of Slytherins.” Sam’s face was grave. Adrias’ face grew warm. “I really wanted to be in Slytherin.. My sister is there, and yea, my family were all Slytherins up until my older brother was put in Gryffindor, and now I’m in Ravenclaw. My parents will be so displeased.” He said with a tinge of venom in his voice. He had completely forgotten to look for his brother during the sorting. Sam’s face twisted in confusion. “Wha-.. Why?” He asked pointedly. “They’re no good! Why on earth would you want to be one of them?” Sam’s tone had changed. He could tell that the boy was not impressed by this. “I-I dunno.. I just.. I like the black and green.” He said stupidly. “I’m going to go have breakfast..” He added before the conversation could sink further. He wanted to find Antonia. But Sam was not about to be done with him yet. “You don’t mind if I go with you?” He asked. This was not how Adrias imagined his morning beginning. “Uh, sure..” They walked silently together to the breakfast hall.

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Antonia stretched lazily before sitting up, rubbing her eyes and waving a hand in the direction of the bathroom. “Accio brush.” He said sleepily, and a solid silver brush whizzed from the doorway into her hand. She stroked her hair with it through half-closed eyes, swinging her legs out from the covers and over the side of the bed, stepping off and striding over to the mirror. When satisfied, she placed the brush down and gave her nightgown a look over in the mirror before grasping the the sides of the skirt and twirling about once. Upon facing the mirror again she was draped in her new Slytherin house robes, custom fit just for her, elegant. Her mother would never have allowed less, which suited Antonia just fine. “Now then.” She mused to herself, fixing her hair in the mirror, “what was it mother said? 'A proper Slytherin always makes friends of her house. Her house is her family and family extends its boons beyond school.’” She recalled to herself. Her eyes fell upon her sleeping roommate. “Well, we must begin somewhere.” She sang softly into the mirror, a smile cutting smoothly onto her face. Her smile faltered just slightly as she remembered Adrias would not be waiting for her in the Slytherin common room. She hoped dearly that he was taking his disappointment with grace and not lashing out. Antonia turned to the sleeping girl, folding her arms, willing her to wake up so as to not have to walker her up herself. She tapped her foot lightly with a bit of impatience.

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Adrias stood at the third story window of his family’s most private living room. He gazed out over the trees and clearings that made up the vast expanse of their owned land. The au Raths were a dark wizarding family with ministry position and prestige. It was known that the au Raths had ties to the dark arts, and that they were pure-bloods with matching magical ideals, but Adrias’ family blended with the magical community well. His mother, Silvia, an elegant witch with long, dark red hair, kept good confidence with many of the other ministry mens’ wives. Her web was extensive. His father, Roman, a handsome man with a chiseled face and warm yet steely demeanor was a ministry official in the department of international and global ministerial diplomacy. They had four children including himself. There was the oldest, Goryan, already at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardy in his third year and in house Griffindor, much to the displeasure of his parents, who upheld the family tradition of being proud Slytherins. Goryan, however, was more than pleased to be separated from such a tradition and to distance himself from his dark wizard kin. His own form of pride rivaled his family’s, and he was not known for compassion, though he was certainly made of stern stuff. Then there were Adrias and his sister, Antonia. Antonia was born to be Slytherin. Graceful, elegant and clever like her mother, with a lofty air and ambitious ideas involving magic. She was outspoken about her agreement in her family’s belief in the motto “magic makes might” and their detestation of the “statute of secrecy.” Her father scolded her for this often, though he was pleased with her, as it was important for their family to, as he put it, “save face” with those of lesser ideals, especially considering their position. Antonia was Adrias’ closest friend and ally in life. Adrias, dark skinned with thick black hair, was a reserved boy. Only ever becoming energetic and outspoken when around his sister, who, despite their difference in appearance, could have been his twin for their bond. Antonia was very nearly a copy of her mother; fair skinned with dark red hair. Adrias was calculating, his gaze being described by his peers as analytical and appraising, almost condescending at times. But he was also deemed sweet and considerate by older adults, who always found him to be quite charming. He welcomed his family’s ideals and beliefs as his sister did, partly because he loved magic more than anything and partly because his time in muggle education did nothing to warm his heart toward the non magical community. Then there was the youngest of them. A sweet and timid boy named Claus. He was loved dearly by everyone, and was the only member of the family to receive Goryan’s favor.

Today was the day Antonia and Adrias were to receive their letters of acceptance to Hogwarts. Adrias was inwardly elated to go to this school of magic, and leave the mundane, pathetic muggle work behind him. Perhaps, he thought, he would come back when his skill had grown and bring his old school to ruin, and terrify his former classmates.

“Adry! The owl arrived! I’ve got your letter!” Antonia came striding through the large dark-wood double doors far across the room in her flowing Sapphire garb. She was waving the letters in the air in excitement. Adrias turned to her with a slight grin. “Well, here we go.” He stated simply, plucking the letter from her grip. She took his arm, grinning back, “Let’s go! I want to open them in front of mother.”

They did so, and Silvia, their mother, took them promptly to Diagon Alley to fetch their supplies. They had been there before many times, but as this time was to gather what they needed in order to go to Hogwarts, it was full of excitement.

Roman appeared as they were boarding the Hogwarts Express, and Antonia and Adrias hugged their parents. “I’m sure you’ll make Slytherin house proud.” Roman said, beaming at them. Silvia kissed her children and sent them into the train.

The two found a space they could occupy alone, and began chatting away about plans and ambitions once they reached the school and once they were trained as full magicians.

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The time had come to be sorted. Antonia and Adrias were shepherded into the great hall along with the other first years, where Professor McGonagall, a tall, stern, powerful looking witch would list off the names for “the sorting hat” to then place in the proper house.

“Au Rath, Antonia!” Called Professor McGonagall, and, her new robes flowing around her, she glided proudly to the stool and sat, crossing one leg over the other as the hat was placed over her head. After a mere three seconds, the hat called out what Adrias already knew was to be her new home. “Slytherin!” He applauded along with Slytherin house as she swept over to their table, beaming at him as he caught her eye. She winked, and made sure a space was left for him next to her. Adrias glared malevolently at the “boos” of a few Gryffindors, feeling disgust rise in his stomach.

“Au Rath, Adrias!” Professor Mcgonnagal continued. With an involuntary cross between a smirk and a grin, Adrias strode toward the stool. He turned on the spot upon reaching the place and sat. The hat was dropped over his head and there was blackness, and silence. He waited, starting to feel awkward. “um… Hello?” He murmured with uncertainty. After another moment, a voice sounded about his head. “Disconcerting.. very disconcerting.. The things inside your head. Slytherin house would bring you power and status for sure. You would do very well there. It would be easy for you. So easy. Oh yes.” Adrias’ heart leapt, nodding enthusiastically. ‘Yes! Slytherin is my house!’ But the hat continued, “ I have seen this path tread. Dark days. Very dark. You are very studious. You crave knowledge. I think you would fit well with Ravenclaw” Adrias’ stomach lurched “No!” He snarled aloud. He could sense Professor McGonagall shift behind him, likely taken aback by his sudden outburst. The silence of the great hall thickened and he felt his face getting hot. “I’m a Slytherin, put me in my house!” His whisper was fierce and slightly desperate. “Please!” The hat was silent once more before saying “Trust in the sorting hat, for I am never wrong. It would not have mattered what house I placed the other one in, the results would have been the same. But you, I think you could be saved if placed in another house that suits your superior mind.” ‘What are you talking about??’ Adrias thought wildly, his mind becoming static in his panic. What was this stupid hat babbling about? Why would it not just put him where he knew he belonged? But before he could protest further, the hat had called out in a clear voice, “Ravenclaw!!”

Adrias went numb with shock. He did not move. This was a mistake. It wasn’t happening. The hat was removed and yet he sat there, unseeing, unfeeling, despite the cheering and the shouts from the Ravenclaws and other tables. The numbness was cold. Professor McGonagall placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip felt unsure. “Your table is waiting for you, Mr. au Rath.” Without thinking, he stood sharply, almost defiantly. He could not feel his legs as he strode to his chosen seat. He found himself taking a seat not at his sorted table with his house, but next to his sister, at the Slytherin table. The cheering quickly faded and stopped as he took his seat. Murmuring soon followed, and the teachers looked at each other, and then to the headmaster, who calmly signaled for Professor McGonagall to continue, which she did. The murmuring also faded as the sorting continued, but many continued to stare and glance at Adrias. He could feel Antonia rubbing his arm concernedly, but he could not hear her.

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