Phoenix Feathers and Sugar Quills (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

I will tell you, no romance in this. Hoorah for some!

Name: Raine Amelia Meadow

Apperence: Soft brown hair, pale skin, wide Violet and Turquoise eyes, long fingers, thick eyebrows and eyelashes.

Height: 4 feet 11 inches (as of her first year).

Personality: Quiet, vauge, thoughtful, unique, brave, smart, exceptionally feisty, curious.

Notes: Hates bullies to the extreme, loves to preform magic, usually smiling.

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The weather outside was wet, and the sky shone with small raindrops and grey clouds. The crowded street below was packed with the upside of umbrellas of all sorts of colors. Blues, Greens, different shades of Red and yellows flashed everywhere, some darting, others going slow. The street was darkened from the dampness, and many of the cars had their wipers at a fast paced speed. The produce sellers had packed their things, even at this early morning hour, to have a break in the Cafe's they vended infront of. Doves flew from housetop to housetop. Everything was quiet, except for the tip, tap sound of the rain drumming against the window. The still air was suddenly shattered by the wail of a toddler.
Raine sighed a long, distressed sigh. She loved this weather; it was quite odd for a summer day. Also cool, and the nice breeze it provided was crisp and new. She turned to face her room, which was too bland for her liking. Pale blue walls, white sheets and white pillows, with a chestnut colored desk in the corner. All of the rooms in the orphanage were like this. It was something that was not so easy to escape.
She shut her door and looked at herself in the mirror. Her wide eyes would never convince anyone that she was not tired. Her hollow cheeks wouldn't, either. In fact, she was full of life. It was how vauge and lost she was that disgused what she was really feeling. A smile curled up her lips. The children in the small London orphange whispered about how weird it was. That smile, that small smile that made her lips look thin, was always etched on her face. Only the daring commented on how it made her look beautiful and, as some said, like a walking dream.
No one could figure out why she smiled that wonderful trademark smile, though.

She played around with her long hair for a moment. It was naturally curled, which she liked. Yet usually it was kept down. Ever so often would it be in a braid.
One of her small skinny wrists wore a bracelet. It was odd how it managed to stay put. It was made of multi-colored beads, and each had a painted white and black eye on it. Decorated metal peices divided each one. It was the only thing of her parents that she had left.
The orphanage issued a dress code. All clothes had to be blue, white, or both. Raine prefered white dresses that flowed loosely around her legs. Ususally they had sleeves made of a thin white cotton, but today she wore a strapless one, which was embordered with small flowers and vines. Her feet wore sandals that had straps that stretched this way and that.

She huffed loudly, looking at herself. She turned to her side, where she examined her oddly slender stomach. She was an hourglass shape, something she adored that she had. Her legs trembled a bit. They were also skinny and a bit boney. She turned to face her full body again. The others were scared of her brilliant eyes. Violet and Turqouise mixed together that made her eyes look like they held the galaxy.
She was an odd child. She knew that. She loved that.

The clock read 7:30 AM. It was a fine Thursday morning. Perhaps later she would see to taking a stroll on the sidewalk below. Miss Lavendaire- a young, rich French lady- had a kind heart. She loved her job as much as she loved children. Her husband died in a horrific accident, leaving her lonely and miserable. This was her 'Heaven'. Raine knew she would be allowed to go, as long as she was careful.

Raine walked into the hardwood hallway. She breathed evenly as her feet guided her down the same staircase that she had been walking since she was six. Raine was turning 11 the following Thursday.
Lavendaire and the Maids were fond of her. Raine was mature for her age, and talked as if everything interested her. Like she was a newborn child. Raine was also quiet; not shy in the slightest, just...quiet. She was always thinking.

As Miss Lavendaire saw Raine walking down the staircase, she smiled. A curious expression crossed Raine's face. She paused and moved her fingers lightly across the wall.
"Miss Lavendiare," Called her velvet, liquid voice, "it seems there is a new dent in this wood." Lavendaire laughed.
"Raine," she chuckled, her French accent flooding her words, "You never miss anything, do you?" It was true; Raine never did miss a thing.
"I suppose," she said quietly, continuing down the stairs. "Can I make you tea?"
Lavendaire shook her head. "Its already made, dear. Would you like a cup?"
Raine smiled and nodded. "Yes, Please." As the cup was set infront of her, she said, "Thank you very much."
Raine faced the window and watched the rain fall. Her fingers found their way to the circular opening of the small cup and traced it. The caretaker smiled and looked out the window as well.
"Anyzing interesting, Raine?"
She paused then nodded. "Yes." She looked at Miss Lavendaire. "What do the Fairies do in the rain?"
Lavendaire was certainly not surprised. She sat down beside her. "Well, zey go to zeir homes. And while zey are zere zey make music with zeir harps, flutes, and drums, matching ze melody of ze rain!"
Raine smiled. "They dance as well, don't they?"
Miss L. smiled. "Yes, zey do."

Raine took a sip of her tea and continued staring out the window. She pictured them, with glittering wings, long hair, pale skin and colorful clothing dancing traditionally to a song that moved with the rain.
Suddenly she snapped back to the wooden table, which was now seating the ten other children from the orphanage. They were all quite normal. Most of the girls had obsessions with singers, and many of the boys enjoyed fighting playfully, or just playing in general. Raine liked to read and listen to the sounds of nature.

Gentally, she picked up her cup and carried it up to her room. She shut the door lightly, which still allowed the clinks of silverware hitting the dishes to drift into the room. She sat on the window seat and took small sips of the Earl Grey tea while fantasizing of Knights, Faries, and Wizards. The idea of magic intregued her, quite greatly.

She had little knowledge that she would ever be one herself.

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