Current mood:	hungry
Current music:	The Lady Lovely Locks theme song.
Entry tags:	hermione-sue, some form of royalty, troll

VOTE! It's the last day!

TITLE: A Royal Decision
PERPETRATOR: Queen Maleficent
SUE-O-METER: (troll)

FULL NAME: Princess Hermione of Ravenclaw.
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "luscious honey-brown curls", "thick"
EYES: "deep blue eyes"
MARKINGS: "delicate hands",
POSSESSIONS: the "boldest" of stagecoaches with a four-post bed inside. The book "Ancient and Primordial Spells for the Advanced Mind", "a fleecy bathrobe", a "silver fringed comb", "her gown, a gift from Queen Lily, of rich emerald green silks embroidered with small beads and stones, which glittered in the candlelight. The bodice was charmed to hug her waist perfectly and the neckline was modest but not quaint. A stunning diamond necklace, which in fact was a Ravenclaw heirloom, was strung around her elegant neck with diamond studs in her ears to match."

ORIGIN: This is set in a magical kingdom. The houses are kingdoms. She is the daughter of King Richard and Queen Ella of Ravenclaw, and is the heir to the throne of Ravenclaw.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: "Lady Lavender" is her cousin. This might be the first fic where Lavender is ever connected to anything Ravenclaw. ;) There is a Prince Harry of Gryffindor, Prince Draco of Slytherin, and Prince Cedric of Hufflepuff. I hope he's a ghost. She meets many o the characters we know and love in their form and is going to meet Harry at a ball. Someone (probably Harry) sends her a love letter before the ball. She squeals in excitement.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Bares little resemblance to Hermione Granger, save for a love of reading.

NOTES: The plot is not set in stone. The Suethor is going to write what her reviewers want, "whether it be a dramione, harmony or any other sort of fic". How about canon?

Also reviewers going "I love the time-period you set this in" make me feel ill. This is not an actual "time-period", just some pseudo-medieval/early modern Europe tripe. It means there are *~princes~* and *~princesses~* and *~pretty dresses~* with *~carriages~* and *~manners~*.

Also, it's filled with purple prose.


SAMPLE:

Approaching the large doors of the grand ballroom, the princess smoothed her silken skirts and took her position as charge of the Ravenclaw court. The Gryffindor courtiers stood by its stately entrance while the Royal Council Chief, Lord Arthur Weasley, hurriedly rushed to their side so as to properly introduce the Ravenclaw nobility to the masses within.

Hermione smiled recognizing the red hair of the Council Chief immediately and was pleased to have found another Weasley kin within the palace walls. Lord Weasley bowed to the princess and after a brief introduction motioned for the trumpets to sound and for the great wooden doors to magically swing open.

The Princess stepped forward proudly, the Gryffindor knights near the entrance quickly kneeling in her presence. She smiled walking to where the King and Queen were seated in all their splendor.

As she made her way down the entrance stairs, Lord Weasley announced ostentatiously,

“Please welcome Princess Hermione and her court from the eastern lands of Ravenclaw!”

A generous applause filled the room, and Hermione felt the gaze of the crowds surround her, a tingling sensation filling her being. She smiled good-heartedly to those around her not noticing more than one set of appraising eyes lingering upon her presence.

The gracious brunette dropped into a curtsey before the Gryffindor monarchs once again, her movement marked by a sequence of elegant and well-practiced flourishes.

“Please,” Queen Lily began, signaling for the princess to rise, “have a seat with our other fine guests,” she requested motioning to a grand table by the royal throne already partially occupied by several Gryffindor aristocrats including a handful of dukes and barons. The princess swiftly scanned the table, noticing the absence of the King’s legendary companions, Lord Black and Baron Lupin, but dismissed the thought quickly as she focused away from her observation and back onto the present situation.

Hermione nodded to the Queen, curtseying once again in gratitude and taking a seat across from the Royal Gryffindor Advisor, Lord Kingsley Shacklebolt. She exchanged greetings with those seated in her midst whom looked upon the princess with kindness and high regard, mentioning how much she proved to be like her dear Father and Mother. Lord Lovegood too took residence nearby to her right and Lady Lavender to her immediate left.

Hermione’s attention was once again snatched away as Lord Weasley’s booming voice filled the room resonantly, announcing the arrival of the Slytherin court. She moved her head slightly to gain a better view of the assembly, catching sight of a striking blonde haired man striding down the center of the room, his cloak, black as night, billowing impressively in his wake. The Prince’s chiseled face held the image of royal majesty, resembling that of the Grecian gods and his gray eyes possessed a certain aura about them. Dressed in a doublet of forest green and black with breeches to match, he confidently strode down towards the Gryffindor sovereigns, holding the crowds in a trance.

“Prince Draco,” King James greeted with a regal nod.

The Slytherin Prince bowed his head whilst dropping to one knee and then rose again after a moment, regaining his full proud six feet.

“It is a pleasure to have you here in court, please do take a seat with our other royal company,”

Draco bowed in accord and took his seat at the end of the table, a handful of spots down from Hermione. He looked up at her just as she moved to look away, catching her eye and smiled in greeting, his small gesture softly illuminating his already fine features.

“Good day princess,” he spoke with a slight brogue, his voice both affable and strong.

“Good day sire,” Hermione returned, their eyes locking and Hermione could not help but blush under his powerful gaze, attempting in a haste to disguise her raw emotion with a display of unaffected civility.

She was quickly saved by the introduction of the Hufflepuff court and soon found herself captivated once again, but this time by the young man who had just entered the room. His dark russet locks and enchanting soft caramel eyes drawing in the attention of the court as he passed. Bathed in the firelight, his doublet shined for all to see and the gold flecks deep within his eyes twinkled merrily with warmth.

Hermione sought a fleeting glimpse of the fine prince who had seated himself between his two advisers and onto the left of Draco and his royal counselor. She glanced back at Lavender who seemed to be melting in the mere presence of such charming characters and laughed softly in amusement at her cousin.

“I do not believe we have met, miss,” said a voice drawing her attention away from Lavender. She graced the prince who spoke to her with a kind smile as she replied, “I believe we haven’t, milord.” The Hufflepuff prince introduced himself taking her hand from his seat diagonal to that of hers, and kissed it softly, his breath as warm as his enchanting eyes.

Hermione felt her cheeks flush slightly again and a pair of eyes fixate on her. She glanced away from Cedric’s warm gaze to see Prince Draco watching their exchange, his face seemingly passive and unfazed.

She gently drew her hand back, as the trumpets sounded again, louder than before, and the multitudes stood as Prince Harry’s arrival was announced.

Flanked on either side by two men, he walked down the center aisle, a roguish grin forming on his handsome features. The crowd cheered deafeningly for their prince, and Queen Lily embraced her son after so many long years, softly kissing his forehead. King James smiled down at Harry, placing a hand on the Prince’s shoulder and giving it a light fatherly squeeze. The Gryffindor royal family proudly took their seats at the head of the table, as the crowd’s applause subsided, full of joy and cheer at their son’s advent following his lengthy absence. A man who was unmistakably a member of Lord Weasley’s family along with another gentleman by the name of Lord Thomas returned to Harry’s side as well as they took their seats beside him. Lord Weasley too joined them soon followed by his wife, Lady Weasley, a very pleasant woman by Hermione’s judgment.

The doe-eyed princess smiled to herself as she saw the young prince interact with his friends and kinfolk alike, far down at the head of the table. Laughter shone from his brilliant green eyes and his voice reflected the sheer happiness of his homecoming. Though now of age, his face still held the striking representation of boyish good looks, and his ruffled raven hair only added to his alluring charm. The Gryffindor Prince talked amicably with his family, not eating much during the feast as he stood to reunite with friends from across the land sharing a set of hearty jokes and reminiscing of memories from times past. Hermione hoped that she too could eventually meet the light-hearted prince and speak with him in such candor.