when the eagles sleep

Everyone was sound asleep and that's how Ophelia liked it. Nobody was walking or chatting around – not that she had noticed many students doing that – Ravenclaws mostly sat on their own or in small groups and did the assignments meant for the next day and she liked it that way. Although she rarely spoke with anyone, or, to note – nobody spoke or noticed her, she loved to see how dedicated the rest of the students were when it came to studies and life in general.

It was maybe five AM when Ophelia first opened her eyes and, exchanging her white robe to the school uniform, she also had the liberty of combing her hair for the first time without rushing. Carefully she made two braids which fell gracefully on her shoulders and then applied some creams against pimples on her cheeks, chin and forehead. For her, it was nothing out of ordinary since unlike many other girls, she did not grow up to be Mrs. Perfect itself. She was small, way too small for her age, and not even her smile was beautiful as she had crooked teeth which were held tight by braces. Nothing to be proud of to be honest. At least she had brains, though, and this was what she cherished about herself.

Taking a book, parchment and a quill with a small bottle of ink with her, Ophelia left the dormitory to go and sit in the common room and prepare for today. She already had an imagination what the professors would ask and so she simply decided to do some reading before heading to the great hall for the breakfast. Or maybe she'd sneak out earlier just to go to the kitchens, take some sandwiches and leave for the library and later on play an explorer in Hogwarts. Either way, she had two plans, but she'd had to decide shortly which route to take.

Tiffany had gotten used to with life in Hogwarts already. It was less nosier than at home. Mostly beacuse Ravenclaws were quiet people. Way too quiet even for Tiffany to be honest. She loved to talk with people lately but she didn't had that many friends because of being muggleborn. So many hated them and so because of it she was even bullied but now she just ignores those people so much as possible.

It was once again another morning in Hogwarts but it was bit early for Tiffany but since she was awake she did step out of her bed. She changed her night clothes to school uniform. She did brush her hair and looked long time in mirrot and wondered what to do with it. After three minutes she decided to put it in ponytail and that's what she did too. She did put on even bit of mascara and lipgloss. She wanted to look so natural as possible. She now was ready to go and have breakfast but there was still plenty of time for that.

Tiffany looked around common room to see if anyone else was up and she noticed one girl who she really haven't notice before or talked even. She smiled and walked over to her. "Hey, why up so early?" She asked from that girl when she was near her.

On the way to the dormitory, Ophelia had enough time to think of many different things, but mostly it concerned her own skin and how to fix it.
It was naturally pale, adorned with orange freckles that were situated on both her nose and cheeks, but due to the different cremes and medications she took to make the pimples go away, it was also quite oily and the hair kept sticking to her forehead, making it look as if she almost never bothered taking a shower overall.

She had tried using make up in the past, but with the immunity system she had, Ophelia only developed an allergic reaction to the different products which made everything even worse – once her whole face was so red it was hard to tell if she truly had white skin or no. Every single spot was covered in painful rash so she had, once again, stay at home for couple of weeks before everything settled down and she looked like a human again.

At times she hated herself for everything she had. How could a person like her even sparkle among those who shone like thousand diamonds? Girls around her looked like models and that disturbed and hurt Ophelia more than ever. Everyone seemed to be like those Barbie dolls that were so popular in the muggle world, and there was she – an abomination.
But once again, like her mother said, she had brains which would take her far in the future. And as she wanted to be a surgeon, looks did not matter at all.

As she sat down, the thoughts were already gone and she was already on the studies with her thoughts. Ophelia turned page after page, eyes curiously scanning every single word she read, and as the time flew, she did not even notice anyone else enter the common room when suddenly her presence there was questioned. Quickly she looked up, amazed and both frightened at the same time. Why on earth would someone be awake at this time? Did that student not cherish sleep enough or was she as studious as Ophelia?

Lifting up her heavy glasses a bit, she eyed the other one carefully and slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements, tried to move away to the distant corner of the sofa. “Studies...” she responded in a hushed voice to this seemingly friendly question.

Tiffany had good skin and have never been allergic any make-up products. Even if she has problems with pimples but she uses creams for it and those keep it away from her face. She now remembered she forget to apply her cream but sh decided to do it later before breakfast.

She now noticed the books there. She smiled and nodded hrt head. "This makes sense yeah," she said with a small smike. She liked to study actually too but right now she was still bit of to sleepy to read book. She needs to wake up first. She usually sleeps until its time to go have breakfast but today she felt like wake up early.

"What are you studying?" She asked from the girl and did sat on sofa too, to the other side of the girl. "Oh. How rude of me. I'm Tiffany, Tiffany Cruz, fourth year student;" she decided it would be nice to introduce herself. "If you wanna study I can shut up too," she added there now. She just tends to talk too much lately when she is bored and doesn't wanna study or read.

The other one seemed to be one of those really talkative students Ravenclaw had. Not that it wasn't a good thing. For a change, something like that among the studious boys and girls was good occasionally, but as Ophelia herself was a quiet girl, she did not understand how one could just talk and talk at all the times, regardless of the concept. Even now, while both of them seemed to be quite sleepy, the girl bubbled with energy that was only suitable to those who could never sit and rest. Sarcastically, she thought, that maybe this was why the girl was up so early. She was just so full of energy. But she was not the one to judge a stranger, so Ophelia did not even comment on that thing in her head and neither did she think of that for any longer.

Looking down at her book, she offered the world a brief smile before her face returned to its stoic form. “History of Magic,” she replied quietly, as if scared that she might wake the other students up. And as the other girl had taken the liberty of sitting on the other edge of the sofa, she did not pull away anymore but remained still on her spot.

“Ophelia Claire Rosewille.”
She did not know why she introduced herself with a full name. Perhaps because she believed Tiffany would forget it by the time they would finish their breakfasts. Or maybe to keep up with the fashion of calling out her real name as it was very popular here it seemed. “Fifth year,” she added quickly. “Nice to meet you.”

It could be that Tiffany was up because she was already full of energy in such early morning. Also mostly bedause it was start of new school year and she was excited what will happen this year. She also was curious what exactly they will learn in lessons. She did think about it when she did fall asleep even last night. She was just like this been mostly always.

She heard her answer and nodded her head oncr again. "I should read it advance too. So I could know answers," she said with a small smile on her face. She noticed that other girl wasn't so talktive as her and she was okat with it.

It's nice to meet you too, Ophelia," Tiffany said with a smile to her. She now knew that Ophelia probably was year older than her but she still didn't get why she havent seen girl around school then. She didn't ask anymore questions sunce seemed like Ophelia wanted to study than talk with her. She used her wand what she had taken with her and did make her Transfiguration book to appear on her lap and shr decided to read it advance. She liked that lessson. Sh did open the book and looked for what topic they could learn next lesson.

As the silence fell, Ophelia couldn't help but to feel a bit guilty because of what she did. Or what she didn't do to be precise. She did not know how to act around the other, more friendly teens, who were willing to talk with her.
Sighing, she decided to concentrate on the book more than her frustrating thoughts, but she couldn't do that for long and when she saw, from the corner of her eye, a book land on Tiffany's lap, she let out another, rather exaggerated sigh, before looking up. It was hard to study now that someone was around.

Closing her eyes and leaning her head back so it touched the soft back of sofa, she counted to ten before opening her eyes and looking towards the ceiling. It was dark and it glowed from the flames that were licking the walls of the fireplace.

Alright, she could do this. She could socialize!

Just watch me!

“So... for how long have you been studying here?” Unlike the others, Ophelia was bad at guessing peoples age. She didn't exactly look fifteen either, and so maybe the girl before her was seventeen and just looked so well preserved, or maybe as old as she?

Tiffany couldn't really keep learning there too. She sometimes looked over the girl and kept quiet she didn't wanna disturb the girl with her questions right now. Also she wasn't sure what to ask exactly or what to say.

When the other girl asked how long she have been studying here. She placed open book on her lap and looked at the girl. "Well if you mean studying here in Hogwarts then now goes Fourth Year. I came here when i was 11 years old and now I'm 14," she said then something. Not sure if this will be the answer what other girl wanted. She did understand that question like this. "What about you?" she asked back now.

"Oh," she muttered in response. So she had quite enough of studying here so maybe, as a common Ravenclaw herself, Tiffany could help her to get to know the place better. So far Ophelia only knew where the dorimtory was, how to get to some of the classrooms, the great hall and the kitchen into which she usually snuck after the lessons so get some sandwiches before going to the library.

"And how do you like it so far?"

She personally had had many experiences with schools. Muggle school, an American School for Witches and Wizards located in Central America and now here, in England. She was not specifically fond of remembering the days of the past, but sometimes they came into her head unwillingly to her.

"Ah. Well, I just transferred here. I used to live in America." The accent should have given that much away, but then again, upon coming to England, Ophelia decided to drop the Freedom land's "attitude" and adapt more to the British ways, even if it meant pronouncing and writing words differently.

Tiffany knows quite well around the school by now. She have explored the castle quite many times when she was in first and also second year. So yeah she knows the castle well.

"It nice here. People who I met usually are nice. Some are mean because they don't like really muggleborns much but I tend to ignore nowadays those people," she said there now with a weak smile. Being bullied because she was muggleborn wasn't nice thing at all.

Tiffany had went just muggle school and here in Hogwarts. So she didn't had that much experiences with school like Ophelia.

"Oh I see. That's pretty far away. Never really been there," she had to say with a small smile. "Why did you suddenly transfer here, If I may ask?" she asked there now. She was curious why people transfer.