Hogwarts Love Story

Okay, well this is my Hogwarts Love Story quiz. I don't know how much of it will actually be "Love", but I'll try my best! This was my first quiz, so please don't judge too harshly.

In this quiz, you can get the Hogwarts guy of your dreams. Choose from Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Oliver Wood, Cedric Diggory, and possibly others. I'm not exactly sure who's going to be in it yet.

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  1. I heard a soft tapping as I lay on my bed, my nose in a book. It was mildly irritating, but I just passed it off as rain and continued to read. The tapping grew louder and more insistent after a moment. It didn't sound like rain, either. I looked over at the window, but I couldn't see out of it from where I was laying. Closing my book in resignation, I strode over to the window in one small step. A large, elegant owl stared back at me, it's talons wrapped around the ledge outside. I smiled to myself. Hogwarts was drawing near. I quietly unlatched the window, opening it wide enough for the owl to awkwardly hop in. It extended its leg, allowing me to untie to envelope it carried. As soon as I was finished, the owl immediately shot out of the window as if on official business, which it was. I turned back to my bed, pulling the pieces of parchment out. A small slip fluttered to the floor. I immediately retrieved it, though my spirits sank as I read it.
  2. It was a permission slip for Hogsmeade. Normally, it would be great news, but I doubted I could get my grandparents to sign it. They weren't particularly cruel, but they refused to have anything to do with my magical schooling. I threw the other parchment onto the bed and headed downstairs. There wasn't much point in waiting. I headed to my grandfather first. He was usually more obliging. I found him in the living room, sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, reading the morning paper. He didn't look too friendly, but he was probably the more kindly of my two grandparents. "Er...grandpa?" I started off. "Hmmm?" he grunted, looking up absently. "I, uh, I have a permission slip for my school. Older students can visit the village nearby. Could you sign it, please?" I asked hopefully, holding the slip out to him. "Ask your grandmother," he grunted after a moment of contemplation. I let out the tiniest sigh of frustration, but left anyway. I found my grandmother cooking pancakes in the kitchen. "Yes?" she asked curtly as soon as one foot hit the tiled floor. I repeated the same explanation as before. "Ask me later," she said indifferently, waving me off dismissively. I threw my hands up exasperatedly, letting out an annoyed huff. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. "What was that, young lady?" I heard my grandmother's voice demand in a cutting tone.
  3. I froze as she turned towards me again. "Forget about that form," she said icily, allowing no room for protest. I left dejectedly, trudging up to my room. The rest of the day passed somewhat slowly. I immersed myself in more magical knowledge, but I had probably read everything I owned so far that summer. Several hours later, in the dead of night, I heard another soft tapping at my window. This time I was prepared. As I reached the window, I met the eyes of a small owl with brown and white feathers. I recognized this one. It was Rowena, my best friend Padma Patil's owl. She had named her after the founder of our house, Rowena Ravenclaw. I let her in quickly, making as little noise as possible. She was carrying a relatively small envelope, no doubt containing a short letter from Padma. I hadn't heard from her all summer. She always visited some relatives in India with her family during the summer, and the flight was far too strenuous for Rowena to reach me. "Hello, Rowena," I greeted the delicate little owl, receiving an affectionate nip in response. I relieved her of her small burden and pulled out the letter eagerly.
  4. It read: "Cassandra, sorry I haven't been writing as usual. Parvati dragged me to just about every shop and attraction in India, so I hardly had time to do anything else. Anyway, we've just arrived home. My parents are going to visit a few friends in France before going back to the Ministry, so Parvati and I are going to stay in Diagon Alley until term starts again. Would you like to join us? Parvati's invited Lavender as well, so it would just be the four of us. I think it sounds like a lot of fun. We leave in a week or so, so let me know before then. Your friend, Padma."
  5. It was quite short, but I felt ecstatic as I read. This was something my grandparents would probably agree to. They couldn't wait until I left for each school year. They just didn't know what to do with a growing witch in the house. Even before Hogwarts, they had sent me to a private school so they wouldn't have to watch over me all the time. Still, I had to consult them before writing a reply, so I let Rowena settle on my desk and left the window open for her to come and go. I didn't have an owl of my own, so it would have to do for now. The last thought I had before drifting to sleep was what my grandmother would think of having an owl contaminate her pristine house.
  6. Her reaction wasn't good. I woke up to a loud shriek and a dull thump. I cracked my eyes open to see what was going on, and I saw the blurry outline of my grandmother leaning against the doorframe, pointing at Rowena. "WHAT is an owl doing in MY house?" she demanded, recovering and moving to shoo Rowena out the window. Frightened, the fragile little owl fluttered over to me, landing on my arm. "Whassat?" I slurred sleepily while sitting up, momentarily dislodging Rowena. "That owl has to go! Now!" my grandmother demanded, pointing at the window vigorously. Then I somewhat regained my memory. "Oh, yeah, about that...my friend from school invited me to stay with her before school starts again. I need to know if I can go," I said more coherently, managing to put on an innocent smile. She smiled oddly. "Yes, by all means go! Get that owl out of my house, take your witchcraft with you, and go!" she said, actually tugging on my arm a bit. She was definitely a bit angry about the owl. "Not now! In a week or so!" I said, gently pulling my arm back. Her smile slid off her face slowly, and she resumed her normal blank expression. "Of course. The sooner the better. Just get that filthy thing out of my house," she said, and strode out the door.
  7. I scribbled a quick reply to Padma, telling her I could go. I waited for the response, but it took a day or so, since Rowena needed to recover in between. I received a small note back. It read: "Great! We'll come by and pick you up in four days at noon. Send a reply if that doesn't work. If it does, then see you soon! Padma." After a quick affirmation from my grandparents, I started preparing for departure. Out of complete boredom, I cleared out my entire trunk, finding random quills and spare scraps of parchment that layered the bottom. I repacked everything neatly and waited for the day to come. It came slowly, but it did come nevertheless. I waited anxiously for noon to arrive, absentmindedly wandering around the house, looking for something to waste my time.
  8. Eventually, I just returned to my room. To my surprise, my grandmother came to visit. She held a small unwrapped box. "Since you won't be here for your birthday, I'm giving you your gift now. These belonged to your parents. I think you are old enough now," she said in a surprisingly gentle voice, but then left the room as if wanting the moment to end. I didn't even get the chance to thank her. I opened the box slowly, still stunned by her show of kindness. Inside, there were two objects. One was a small rectangular silver locket with a keyhole and an engraved S on the front for Slytherin. One of my parents must have been a Slytherin. That was probably why the Sorting Hat had seriously considered putting me there. Despite the keyhole, I couldn't find a key to go with it. After futilely trying to open it for a moment or two, I gave up on it, figuring I could use magic later. The second item was rather curious. It was an oddly engraved bronze ball about the size of a Snitch. The engravings didn't really have a particular pattern to them, so I couldn't really tell what it was for. I touched it curiously, trying to make it do something. It didn't move. I shook it experimentally, but it still didn't do anything strange. After a couple more tries, I simply gave up, putting the items back in the box for safekeeping. I put the box in my trunk, securely packed in between some socks. Even if the objects were all but useless, they were the only things that I had left of my parents.
  9. The doorbell rang, snapping me back to the present. I practically leaped down the stairs with my trunk, nearly sending myself crashing down the stairs from the weight of it. My grandparents were standing at the door awkwardly, looking as if they would give anything to be somewhere else. I muttered a couple of farewells to them, and they retreated farther into the house. Padma was standing at the door, her straight, black hair as long as ever and her skin looking the same light brown shade as always. "Hi, Padma," I greeted her, pulling to a stop at the door. "Hi, Cassandra. Are you all ready to go?" she asked, smiling. "I've been ready since we left Hogwarts," I replied with a laugh. We started towards the waiting car in the driveway. Everything fit quite nicely inside, despite how small it looked. I had a feeling it was magically enhanced. A dirty blonde-haired girl was sitting by Padma's twin sister Parvati. I knew her as Lavender Brown. They were both Gryffindors, so I didn't know them as well as Padma, or any of the other Ravenclaws. After a few quick greetings, we left the house. During the ride, Parvati, Padma, and Lavender filled me in on their summers up to that point and we quickly arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.
  10. When we arrived, Padma's parents gave us all a lecture on staying out of trouble and whatnot, but I don't think we were listening too well. They did warn us that they were having Tom the innkeeper keep an eye on us for them. After they had said their farewells to Padma and Parvati, they left and we found our new room. We all shared one room, but it was plenty accommodating for a couple of weeks, especially since we were going to be exploring for most of the time. It was still pretty early in the day, so we headed out to Diagon Alley, intending to get some money out of our vaults. I had quite a bit of money myself. I didn't know where it had come from exactly, but I was guessing my parents may have left it to me. I scooped some Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts into a bag and took the long ride up with the others. Now the fun could begin.

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