1:: Dear Viktor Krum, Do You Remember.......?

(FYI: Did you know that all the names mentioned after Jackie Griffith are real people? Though I think Alex has a different last name now.) Okay so here we go. People gasped as they realized they would reach Hogwarts by...
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People gasped as they realized they would reach Hogwarts by dragon back. Crissandra could see her's quite clearly. Every summer she had been trained in dragon back combat and was an adept rider. She immediately strode over to her Peruvian Vipertooth, which she had named Gwyn. Magistra mounted her Antipodean Opaleye, Kira. "Don't be shy!" She called to the other students. The school dragons were all Hebridean Blacks and very intimidating. Slowly the others climbed on the dragon with their stuff secured upon its back. Finally the group was ready to go. "I want you all to be on your best behavior this day and just remember the entrance we practiced last year." The Opaleye sprang skyward and the rest followed suit. Gwyn was in a playful mood a frolicked around the others. The guys were starting to actually enjoy the ride. Ryley had even managed to get his dragon to do what he wanted and soared up beside Crissandra. "Hey." Was all he said. Crissandra couldn't understand what he was doing. "Hey what?" She replied. Ryley glanced over at her. "Just hey." He let the dragon dip lower. Crissandra watched as he returned to his best friend Josh Monson. Why was he talking to her all the time? He hung around her, watched every move she made. Crissandra felt a bit of her reserve slipping away and for a moment found herself in a daydream about her and Ryley. "Woah! No way!" A little voice in her head screamed and Crissandra turned away from Ryley. Far below, Crissandra saw the looming shape of the Hogwarts castle. It was so old and strange. Things happened there that never happened anywhere else. Crissandra followed Magistra Caelum towards the ground. Gwyn landed lightly on one of the castle spires as did several other dragons. The Hogwarts students were terrified at this point. Then Gwyn opened her mouth and let out a huge ball of flame accompanied by a loud roar. The other dragons joined in. The students bellowed shrieked in terror. Slowly, one-by-one the dragons drifted lower and landed on the ground. Magistra Caelum smirked at the terrified Hogwarts students. A long line of boys coming from a ship had turned to look as Gwyn roared. Crissandra hadn't even landed yet and she did her own little dismount. With a flip she launched herself through the air and to the ground. This happened to make her fall about 8 feet. Students gasped as she hurtled to the ground and landed lightly on the ground. Some of the others did their own versions of the dismount also. Magistra Caelum dismounted and the students formed two columns behind her. Crissandra gazed distastefully up at the huge castle. It was huge, cold, and impersonal. On top of all that it was crowded and Crissandra hated crowds. The students marched silently through the school's halls to their place in front of the delegates from Durmstrang. The students formed a human shroud around Crissandra as she was the main part of their entrance. She did a careful transformation to her clothes and she wore a wispy dress of gauzy material. False wings fluttered from her shoulders and her long golden hair shown with blinding brilliance. The overall effect made her look like the Sun Goddess herself had descended among mere mortals. The students walked slowly in, carefully hiding Crissandra from view. The students of Hogwarts were annoyed by the lack of show in the entrance. A few seconds later the students reached the front of the hall and Headmaster Albus Dumbldore stood up to welcome them, but Magistra Caelum shook her head. Her students turned to face Hogwarts and softly began to sing. The song was haunting and filled the hall. It was slightly like chanting and as they sang Crissandra began to glow and rose slowly into the hair. The singing grew louder and faster and her ascent sped up. Suddenly all went silent and Crissandra opened her mouth. Out of it flowed a song, more beautiful than any Hogwarts had ever heard before. She sang of the land and all its glory. Then it became a fiercer song. The chant returned and all the other students of Panthera joined in. Then, it stopped. Crissandra vanished from plain sight. Gasps filled the hall. The Panthera students spread out along the front of the hall to reveal Crissandra in her normal black clothing and softly a single strain of song flowed through the silent hall. The students gravely repeated the fading strain and all was silent as they sat down at the Ravenclaw table. The Hall doors swung open again and Durmstrang came in. They pounded staves against the floor, breaking the silence. A war-like chant echoed in the stone hall. The boys launched themselves into flips and from behind them came three others striding in. The Headmaster with two more boys. Someone nearby gasped. "It's him. It's Viktor Krum!" Crissandra and the others couldn't have cared less who he was. To them it was another stuck guy. Although Hogwarts seemed to have different opinion and they were gasping and whispering together. Dinner appeared on the table in front of them and they started eating. Slowly, bit-by-bit the Ravenclaw kids began to relax around the new students. Though it seemed they were all greatly afraid of Crissandra and left her well alone. Though she did notice several guys making rude glances at her figure. She had to stay until the evening was over though. As Crissandra ate gingerly, she noticed the tall, dark looking boy called Viktor Krum. He too appeared to be absorbing everything around him quietly. Their eyes met for one brief moment and in that moment Crissandra felt something inside of her being ripped in half. She was confused. How could one look from a guy tear her apart like this? Her eyes wandered over to Ryley who was laughing with Josh. She felt herself softening. He was so great and all, but she'd fought against love and friendship all her life. Could this be the end of that? Dumbledore stood up and began to discuss the Tournament. Crissandra was absorbed into the speech. This kind of thing drew her like a magnet. Magistra Caelum gave Crissandra a look and the girl nodded. Dumbledore dismissed the students. Durmstrang was going to sleep on their ship, but the students of Panthera would be spending the night in the old north tower. Crissandra hurried up to the privacy of her little bed and opened her scrapbook to look at all the pictures of her past. All of the feelings and emotions of the past erupted from somewhere deep within her. On the first page were the pictures of her family, all murdered or they had abandoned her. When she turned the page she saw the pictures she had taken with all her friends and cousins and tears welled up in her eyes. Her best friend, Angelina Carson, had vanished without a trace only 10 years ago. As she turned the page again a picture floated softly out. [[GO TO RESULTS TO SEE THE PIC!!! I drew it myself.]]
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It's Ryley!!! ((I drew a very crappy pic of his seventh grade photo))Crissandra gently picked up the picture and stared at it. She had drawn this the first day she had felt a twinge of longing for him and then promptly forgotten about it. Carefully she put the album away and sat staring at the picture a moment longer before setting it down and drifting off to sleep. ((Please oh please rate me!!! I really want to be on the highest rated list someday soon, like within the next 20 years. JK, lol.))