Chapter Three

As the second week of classes started, the weather took a turn for the worst. On Monday, Sansa woke up to the sound of pouring raindrops on the top of the Ravenclaw Tower. She groaned quietly, turning over to look at her alarm-clock that read 6:45 AM. Sighing, Sansa threw her blue covers off of herself. She, silently, walked over to her dresser and pulled out her school uniform. Instead of her usually skirt, Sansa decided it would be a smarter idea to wear pants. She got dressed, careful not to wake any of the other girls. She spent ten minutes trying to get her tie perfectly tied but she had never been good at knots and gave up once her tie looked kind of decent. She, then, slipped out of the dorm. Classes didn't start until nine and breakfast wasn't until another hour so Sansa decided to take a morning stroll. She crept out of the Ravenclaw dorm and made her way to the courtyard. The Stark child was happy to be alone for once. Ever since school had started a week ago, she felt like people had been following her around everywhere due to how famous her family was and she was too awkward to deal with this attention in the right way. Sansa wondered if Arya was getting the same amount of attention that she was. She knew that Jon and Robb were both extremely popular, but they were charming and she was not. Even Arya had quite a bit of the Stark charm. She sighed as she sat down on a bench next to a window that showed the courtyard. Sansa watched as raindrops splattered against the window and ran down in streaks that looked like tears.

"Hey," A voice brought her out of her thoughts. She jumped a little, turning towards the sound. Standing at the other end of the bench was a girl with long, brown hair that was slightly curled. Her large, bright, doe-like eyes looked down at Sansa, hopefully. Sansa noted that the girl was wearing Slytherin robes, her shirt tucked in perfectly and as was her tie perfectly done. She looked like a doll that Sansa used to play with. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Sansa shook her head scooting over so the girl could sit next to her. "I'm Margaery, by the way. Margaery Tyrell." Sansa tried to hid her shock. Of course, this was the Headmistress's granddaughter, she was perfect.

"Sansa Stark. It's nice to meet you." Sansa shook the other girl's hand, making slight awkward eye contact. "Oh! Stark! I know you. You're Ned Stark's daughter!" Margaery exclaimed, Sansa fake smiled and nodded, thinking about other Ravenclaw girls who only wanted to be her friend because of her father. "Yeah. Well, one of them at least." She shrugged, cursing herself for how awkwardly the words fumbled out of her mouth.

"What's your sister's name? Arya? She's the tiny one, right?" Margaery raised her hand in the air for reference. Sansa chuckled, nodding. "She's quite something! On Friday, in my Flying class, she was flying on the broomstick before we were supposed to and she didn't even get caught! Professor Seaworth didn't see her!"

"Sounds like Arya. She once hid in my father's hunting bag because she wanted to go with him on a hunting trip. Dad didn't find her until he was hours away from the house." Sansa smiled, remembering how pissed her mom had been and how amused her dad had been. Margaery laughed, she had one of those cute laughs that all the girls wanted. "She sounds like a terror."

"You have no idea!" Sansa exclaimed, shaking her head. "My mother is constantly trying to get her to stop, but she never listens." Margaery nods, "My mom was like that with my brother, Loras when he was younger. But he's the Head Boy now."

"Well I guess there's hope for Arya." Sansa sighed, looking back out into the rainy courtyard. Margaery hummed in agreement, also turning her attention to the rainy weather. They sat quietly together for quite a while, watching the teardrop-like raindrops slide down the window pane. It wasn't an awkward silence like Sansa had expected it to be, it was a comfortable silence. "Y'know, I used to hate the rain." Margaery stated, breaking the silence, "but then my grandma told me that the rain was what helped the roses in our garden grow so high so I figured that maybe a little bit of rain is a good thing."

Sansa continued to gaze out onto the courtyard. "My dad always told me that it was raining the night that the Mad King was killed. It helped them sneak up on him without the dragons noticing." Margaery turned to look at the Stark child, interested. "I never minded the rain much." Sansa never took her eyes off the raindrops.

"It's pretty cool that your dad killed the Mad King, y'know..." the Tyrell trailed off and looked over her shoulder at the first students starting to pile into the Great Hall for breakfast. Sansa, also, looked over her shoulder, trying to spot Robb, Jon or Arya. "My grandma once told me something about the Mad King, though." Sansa directed her attention back to the Headmistress's granddaughter. Margaery looked around to make sure no one was near and leaned closer to Sansa, "She told me that his blood was immune to fire." Sansa's eyes widen, cartoonishly. Margaery smirked at the other girl's reaction, standing up, dusting herself off. Sansa followed suit, smoothing any crinkles on her pants or sweater. "Do you want me to fix your tie for you?" Margaery asked, politely. Sansa looked down at her haphazardly tied a tie and nodded. Margaery smiled as she reached over and undid Sansa's tie, carefully. Her nimble fingers worked quickly to tie a perfect knot in the tie. Sansa smiled, sheepishly, "Thank you, Margaery." Margaery winked, "No problem, Sansa."

The two girls made their way to the Great Hall before parting ways. On her way to the Ravenclaw table, Sansa spotted Arya and Daenerys sitting at the end of the Hufflepuff table, heads close together, obviously talking about something secretive. Sansa couldn't help but roll her eyes. Arya should be sitting with the other Gryffindors, it was her duty as a member of the Gryffindor house. Her sister just happened to look up as Sansa rolled her eyes and gave her a mean glare. Daenerys, also, looked up but she smiled happily at Sansa. The red-haired Stark child gave Daenerys an awkward nod and sat down at the end of the Ravenclaw table. Before long, she was surrounded by a group of other first-year Ravenclaws, all of whom were talking at her at a hundred miles per hour. Sansa quietly played with the eggs on her plate only responding to the other girls if directly asked a question. She looked up every so often to look at Daenerys and Arya. They were still sitting close together, obviously scheming something. She wished she had made a better impression with the white-haired girl. Daenerys seemed like she was a respectable girl, though it seemed Arya was beginning to corrupt her. She huffed at the thought, stabbing a piece of egg angrily.

"Sansa! Do you want to walk to class with us?" A fellow Ravenclaw named Roslin asked, looking at the other girl, hopefully. The rest of the girls looked at her in anticipation

Sansa, who had no reason to say no, nodded her head. She picked up her satchel that had her books, wand, parchment, and quills inside then followed the giggling gaggle of girls out of the Great Hall just before the bell rang out signaling the rest of the students to get going to class. The first class of the day for the Ravenclaws was charms which they had with the Gryffindors. Sansa was not excited to spend the class with her sister. It didn't help that in the class the kids were seated in alphabetically order so the Stark twins were sat next to each other. The Charms class was taught by Professor Stannis Baratheon, an older, harsh man who took himself and the class very seriously. When Sansa walked into the class, Arya wasn't there yet. She sighed, walking over to her seat on the upper part of the bleacher-like seats. Carefully, she took out her wand and placed it on the table in front her and sat patiently as the rest of the first years started to slowly trickle in. It was barely a minute until the start of class when Arya jumped into the seat next to her. Sansa rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defensively, scooting away from her sister.

"Good morning class," a mumbling chorus of 'good mornings' responded, "today, we will begin learning the Wingardium Leviosa spell, which you will be able to use when trying to get objects to fly." With a swish and flick of his wand, Professor Baratheon made a feather slowly start to levitate wherever he pointed his wand. Arya scoffed, "Easy." she muttered to herself. Sansa muttered back, "You couldn't do that." Arya smirked, "Try me." The smaller of the Stark twins whipped out her wand and exclaimed, "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" With a perfect swish and flick of her wand. Slowly but surely the feather started to slowly lift into the air. Sansa gasped, as did many of the other students.

"Well done, Miss Stark! I'll admit I don't think I've ever seen a student make the feather float on their first try. Twenty points to Gryffindor." Professor Baratheon praised, then turned back to the rest of the class, "The rest of you, pair up. I want to see each of you do what Miss Stark did. Remember to swish and flick!"

As much as she didn't want to, Sansa was paired up with her sister. Arya gloated the rest of the class, able to get her feather to float another ten times. Sansa was barely able to get the spell down once. "It's okay, Sansa." Arya said, putting her hand on her sister's shoulder as they walked out of class, "There's always next time." A smirk spread across the girl's face. Sansa violently shoved Arya awhile from her, "Don't touch me!" Arya shrugged about to say something else to her sister, but she saw Daenerys. "HEY, DANY! WAIT UP!" The smaller Stark girl ran off to catch up with the violet-eyed girl. Sansa angrily marched to Defense Against the Dark Arts, ignoring the other Ravenclaws who were calling for her. For both Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, Sansa was in an extremely bad mood. For both classes, she sat with her arms crossed in the back of the classroom practically steaming from her ears. She couldn't believe Arya would be able to master that spell so much faster than her. It made her so angry. Even as she walked into her Potions class, Sansa was still angry. The Ravenclaws had Potions with Slytherin, which Sansa was happy about because neither Arya nor Daenerys would be in the class. She decided to sit near the front of the class. She pulled out a roll of parchment, ready to take notes when she felt a whoosh of air next to her. She looked to her left and saw Joffrey Baratheon smirking at her in the next seat over.

"Sansa Stark. I'm Joffrey Baratheon." He stuck his hand out. Sansa hesitantly shook it. "At first, I couldn't tell you were a Stark because you look nothing like your siblings, but my dear friend Margaery Tyrell pointed you out to me during breakfast. You do know Margaery, don't you? She's the Headmistress's granddaughter." Sansa nodded her head to let him know that she did, indeed, know Margaery. She peered behind Joffrey for a moment and saw the other girl sitting a few rows over, laughing her perfect laugh with another Slytherin. Before anymore conversation happened between Joffrey and Sansa, Professor Baelish walked into the classroom. He was wearing a sweeping green cape along with his robes that made him look taller and skinnier than he already was.

"Good day class. Today, we will be learning about the different ways one can use dragon's blood both in potions and in life." He began to rant about different potions that used dragon's blood, which honestly bored Sansa to the core but she kept writing extremely detailed notes about everything the man was saying. About halfway through the class, it was clear that Professor Baelish was continuing to bore the students. Many of the Slytherins were asleep and many of the Ravenclaws had started to doodle on their parchments. Only Sansa and Margaery seemed to still really be listening, that is until Joffrey rose his hand.

"Mr. Baratheon? You have a question?" Professor Baelish stopped, turning towards the blonde boy.

"The Mad King had dragon's blood, didn't he?" The question seemed to wake up all of the kids who had fallen asleep and the Ravenclaws stopped doodling and looked up.

The Professor halted, not expecting such a question. "Well, yes he did. But it's quite different."

Joffrey crossed his arms, frowning. "How is it different? He had dragon's blood, didn't he?"

Professor Baelish sighed, "Yes. But that was because he was a Targaryen and Targaryen blood is made up of dragon's blood."

"So that was why he was resistant to fire?!" This time the question came from Margaery.

"Yes, Miss Tyrell. All Targaryen's are resistant to fire because their blood is made up of dragon's blood. Now, is there any question on the uses of dragon's blood? Because I'd like to get back to our original subject."

Sansa wondered what it would be like to be fire-resistant. She, also, wondered what it would be like to ride a dragon like the Mad King. However, she quickly shook that thought out of her head. It was silly of her to ever even think she'll be able to see a dragon, much less ride one. She spent the rest of the class doodling a dragon on her parchment.