The smoke created gave her enough time to throw herself behind an armchair, and the battle began. Alexandra had never participated in a real battle between witches and wizards, but she realised quickly, neither had her opponents, judging by their lack of accuracy and pathetic sense of tactics.
Throwing spell after spell of Fumos and Petrificus Totalus from behind the armchair, she misdirected a large demonstration of magic trying to hit her into missing her completely. The Ravenclaw common room was now completely lost in the smoke and the spells came from every side at once, forcing her to roll, jump or put the armchair between herself and the spells.
She lost completely the notion of time. A red-white spell only narrowly missed her and shredded the armchair in a loud explosion, tossing her away in the middle of the common room. She fell badly on her right leg, and only moments later she felt a sharp sensation of pain. She shouted, hurling into the smoke another Petrificus Totalus, and hearing a crash. She had hit someone. She threw another two Fumos in rapid succession trying to get away from the fighting, but her leg felt heavy, too heavy for her to move, forcing her to crawl desperately for a corner. Over her, she saw an older boy being propelled into a section of the Ravenclaw common library, striking it, and being buried under a large amount of books.
She grimaced, but she continued throwing the only two spells she knew in rapid succession, she had to survive, she had to last a bit longer...
"FINITE INCANTATEM!"
All the smoke cleared completely at once, only for Alexandra to find herself face to face with an Alex Sykes who looked like hell, his nose and the rest of his face covered in blood.
"Now you die!" He snarled, pointing his wand towards her head.
But apparently, he was too slow to act. A red beam of magic took him in the stomach and slammed him on the opposite wall where he too fell on his back, clearly unconscious.
All was too fuzzy for her now, she realised. Looking at her leg which appeared having taken a nasty blow, she thought she had lost a lot of blood. Her last coherent thought before closing her eyes was that her first day at Hogwarts really could have gone better.
1 September 1991, Unknown place
"Our Pawn has successfully infiltrated himself into Hogwarts, your Majesty."
"Has he located the Stone?"
"Yes, but the Headmaster has put several traps and wards around the place in question. Bypassing them without Dumbledore being aware of the intrusion is going to require time and preparation."
"As expected. Tell him he has until the end of the school year to complete his mission. And Knight Alchemist?"
"Yes, your Majesty?"
"Don't expect me to tolerate another failure."
"Of course, your Majesty."
Alexandra woke up with the sun the next morning, feeling surprisingly relaxed and rested. She was lying on a bed with white linen sheets, in a room with white halls. As her last memories of the night before progressively came back, she realized to her surprise she was not dead and had to be in the infirmary of Hogwarts. White beds; the odour of disinfectant and the cleanliness were universal apparently, magical world or non-magical world.
As she was looking at her surroundings, the woman she had determined to be the nurse at the Sorting Feast entered and checked her health with a series of spells, presenting herself as Madam Pomfrey, the School Nurse. After a brief medical check-up, she was then deemed to be healed sufficiently to leave the place.
Her trunk was not far from her bed, and she used it to change herself for her first day of school. Madam Pomfrey told her to leave her possessions here, as her Head of House would take the trunk with him later and deposit it in her bedroom once they had cleared the events of last night.
Pleased by this statement which implied she was not going to be expelled for the moment from Hogwarts, Alexandra changed her clothes, put her first-year books in her school bag, and left the infirmary. Hopefully, she would not return here for a long time. Hopefully.
"There, look."
"She is here!"
"They say she destroyed Ravenclaw common room by herself!"
"They say she beat her entire House without her wand!"
"Her eyes are able to launch Killing Curses!"
"How can she be that powerful?"
Whispers followed Alexandra from the moment she left the hospital wing heading for the Great Hall. People were staring and speaking in low tones in the corridors when she passed next to them. She tried not to curse or launch a series of insults. From what she overhead, the fight she had been involved in against the older Ravenclaws had already been leaked to all students, or at least rumours of it had spread thorough the school. She certainly hadn't grabbed the intestines of any person in this fight or tortured anyone, contrary to what a second-year girl pretended when she descended a succession of stairs.
As this was the hour to go to breakfast she had not a lot of difficulties to reach the Great Hall, even facilitated by the fact students were trying to get out of her way with a celerity that was outright impressive. But the effect was even more astounding when she passed the double doors of the Great Hall. Once the students realised she was here to eat, a large silence fell in the huge room, so evident it was downright shocking. She was literally able to march to a place in the middle of the Ravenclaw table while there was literally no sound at all coming from the two hundred or so students gathered there. Internally, she was stunned, through she tried not to show that outwardly on her face. Had she made that much of an impression last night on her opponents? As the Ravenclaw students sitting near her appeared to quickly flee when she began to eat, she had to consider the high possibility of the answer being 'Yes'.