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right guys, i wrote summit, but i dunno wat ya wanted, i think its also a bit long, but um... well i tried,
here goes :
It was a very hot autumns day, unusually hot for that time of year. Rowena Ravenclaw sat beside the lake of the new school for witchcraft and wizardry.
She was a graceful young witch with a quick brain; she had dazzling green eyes, and long thick brown hair. She wasn’t very tall, but held herself in such a way that she seemed taller than she was. Many witches and wizards respected her, and she could be very funny or serious, depending on what mood she was in.
It had been a difficult last few days. First of all there’d been the arguments with Salazar because he only wanted to let in the pure-blooded wizards, and then there’d been the question of how to sort the students once the founders themselves had gone.
Rowena sighed. When she was little, she had always dreamed of being able to go to a school, where she would be surrounded by fellow witches and wizards. It had been her ambition since she became an adult to start such a school, and now, with the help of Godric, Helga and Salazar, her dream was becoming a reality. She leant back in the grass and looked across the lake to the castle. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She hoped that the school would live on long after she and the other founders had departed. She hoped that it would unite wizards across the country.
She yawned. The sun was making her drowsy.
She got up and walked back towards the shade of the castle. As she approached she could hear raised voices. Looking around the corner she heard Salazar and godric arguing again. She could guess what it was about. It was the same debate about the admission of muggle-borns. Personally, she didn’t have any particular opinion on it. In her house (Ravenclaw, named after her) she would allow both muggle-borns and pure-bloods, and the characteristics which her house would be prided for would be intelligence and hard work. She smiled to herself at the thought of it.
The raised voices brought her out of her daydream, and plucking up her courage she walked in to try and separate the argument.
“Come on you two, fighting never solved anything, can’t we discuss this in a mature rational way?” the icy glares stopped her and she hurriedly went back outside.
She sat back down and took out a piece of parchment. She began to sketch the emblem for her house. She thought for a moment and then decided on the raven. It was her favourite animal, and it was also intelligent and graceful. She drew an outline and shaded it in, her thoughts once again drifting to the future. She was looking forward to the next year when the school would be finally opening.
The school had been open for a couple of years, and although on the surface everything seemed to be going as planned, the students were happy, and were learning well, there was unrest between the founders.
Salazar was still continuing his argument about the pure-bloods, and was barely speaking to the others. Rowena could be seen wandering around the corridors, all the arguments were beginning to create a rift among them, and she could see that it wouldn’t be long until Salazar left.
She was right, a couple of months later he was gone, with the warning that he had built a secret chamber, that would be opened when his own true heir came to the school. Rowena helped with the search for it, but when nothing was found, she went back to concentrating on her house. She had a number of students, and all of them had the qualities which she herself prided in. they were intelligent, hard-working, and persevering. Many of them achieved good marks, and she was happily anticipating when the time came for them to take their OWLs, she knew that they would make her proud.