Thread: The Ravenclaw Rebel - [ Temptationist x Gashnaw ]

Temptationist Gashnaw Harry Potter Based Ravenclaw Student x Slytherin Rival The Ravenclaw Rebel Name Ekaterina Willkins Nickname Eka pronounced Eeka Year Final Seventh Age 17 House Ravenclaw I had never really fit in anywhere. Identity was always something I struggled with. Not because I didn't have one, but because society couldn't define it, and never understood it. I was simply my own bundle of strange and that often caused a social-shatter between different groups. Always dreaming about Hogwarts in hope for a new life among those like me - wizards and witches - my arrival here was at best, neutral, and at worst, disappointing. Not because of the actually school, but of the constant racism I had long dreamed to escape. Being a Wizarding Gypsy brought a lot of chatter, and a lot of judgement. And as if the students weren't bad enough when it came to picking fights, the Hogwart's institute was just as guilty in that department. I became quickly infamous as the wig who was removed. Upon my arrival, and at the opening banquet, the Sorting Hat had declared me a Slytherin. But the house of Slytherin was one of great influence. Members prided themselves in their purity, and having a wig as a representative of their household would shame the entire Slytherin student body. This sorting clearly upset many particularly powerful parents and thus, I had barely lasted but a week before I was requested to do a private re-sorting - to which I was relocated with Ravenclaw. Although my adoration for Ravenclaw is infinite, the circumstances of my removal would come to haunt me for the rest of Hogwarts life. Specifically, I was the laughing stock with Slytherin over any household. I was the reject one of the few people, if not the only person, to have been sorted then removed from the Hat's original choice. Afterall, the hat was never supposed to be wrong. Was it wrong? Ultimately, no - not in the end. Now, seeing what household I could have been in only made me sick. Slytherins were snobby, self-absorbed, and concerned with only themselves. They had little compassion if they had any at all, and I hated most of them with a passion. Being placed in Ravenclaw only made me realize how much I wasn't like Slytherins, despite the fact that my feisty and go-getter attitude would often seem comparable to that house. Although, I was still wedged me in an awkward in-between. I was like Ravenclaw because I valued knowledge, schooling, and aced most of my classes - but I never cowered to a fight. In that sense, I was stupid, naive, and illogical, because I often let pride interfere with logic - especially if it meant protecting what little reputation I had. So, I was always in trouble - and this made me an outcast even in Ravenclaw. Despite this, I still had my body of friends, and I still enjoyed - for the most part - my school years at Hogwarts. Needless to say, I looked forward to graduating, and eventually becoming an independent on my own. But until that time, I would have to do my best to stay clear of Slytherin interference, and try to stay grounded and out of trouble until graduation. Little did I know, that would be a lot harder than I anticipated - as trouble was not far from me. Like usual, I was breaking Hogwarts rules by being out past curfew. It was easy to get out of the dormitory when you were friend's with a patroller. Plus, I kept a clean presence and always returned without anyone noticing or reporting to a teacher. Thus, every Thursday night, I ventured out through my dorm window and made an escape to the Forbidden Forest. There, I searched for a roaming Thestral, who I had developed a relationship with after discovering I could see them. Every week, if possible, I would ride her throughout the night. Although facing expulsion if I were caught, my bond to her was too great to bear parting from her. Hence, I kept our visits secretively. Only I knew where I went off to and absolutely no one knew that I had domesticated and befriend a beast and sacred omen. And because most could not see Thestrals, it was very easy to hide and mask my weekly visits. Pulling the hood of my long, black, ankle-length cloak over my head, I reached the edge of the woods and headed for the mass of trees before me. Though, for the first time a while, I could sense I was not alone.