As it turns out, Pisces learns more than he really expects to on the night of his sorting. After a long dinner with Aquarius and Libra that's got him laughing so hard his sides hurt, Professor Taurus (apparently Head of Ravenclaw House) calls out to all the first years and instructs they follow him. So, with one last smile at his friends that causes his cheeks to ache, Pisces wipes at his mouth with a napkin before standing and following the crowd of Ravenclaws behind Professor Taurus.

"You will find Ravenclaw Tower on the west side of Hogwarts." Professor Taurus kindly explains as he leads the new Ravenclaws up a staircase that's left to the Great Hall. "And don't bother trying to memorize which stairs to take," He laughs aloud. "The stairs at Hogwarts are constantly moving." As if on cue, Pisces turns to look around the school and sees the stairs and hallways are steadily moving one at a time, forming a brand new maze of pathways.

Then he suddenly hears a bang, and Pisces quickly turns to see a student has fallen through one of the steps and his leg is now stuck in an empty hole.

"Oh, yeah…" Professor Taurus murmurs sheepishly. "Forget to mention… watch out for the thirty-sixth step… it's an illusion." He patiently waits for the student to be helped by his fellow classmates, and once he's pulled out, they continue the tour.

"Get used to helping your classmates out," Professor Taurus adds as an afterthought. "Remember that you'll be sharing classes with your fellow Ravenclaws." And then, after a pause, "I suppose I shall inform you as well that schedules will be handed out tomorrow morning by owl post." He doesn't speak for the rest of the way, and the students take advantage of this time to admire their surroundings.

The group starts climbing an especially long spiral staircase, and at last, they reach a hallway with only one door at the very center. It doesn't, Pisces notices, have a doorknob or keyhole at all—instead, however, there is only a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.

"This is the fifth floor," Professor Taurus announces. "Now, each common room, you will find, is guarded with a password to keep students belonging to other houses out. Ravenclaw, however, powers a different sense of mind." He grins mischievously before dramatically clearing his throat. Pisces tries to refrain from rolling his eyes. "To enter the Ravenclaw common room, one must answer a riddle." Professor Taurus turns and strikes the knocker against the wooden door three times.

"Which came first: the phoenix, or the flame?" A mystical noise seems to echo from all around, and Pisces finds he isn't the only one who's searching his surroundings for where it's coming from.

"A circle has no beginning." Professor Taurus answers without missing a beat, and the door swings open. He stands aside. "Please, make yourselves at home and pick a dorm. I trust Ravenclaws will not fight foolishly for rooms like other houses might." He gives a sort of shady smile, and then simply walks away. There's a pause then, and finally, the students begin to move into the Ravenclaw common room.

It's beautiful.

It's such a stupid and cliché thing to say, and Pisces himself wants to cringe and hurl at his basic compliment, but it's true. There's nothing that can describe the Ravenclaw common room more perfectly.

The room is wide and circular, with arched windows that are spaced evenly on the walls, blue tapestries hung delicately from the ceiling. The floor is carpeted in a navy blue color, and Pisces can see a trillion stars dotting it perfectly. When he looks at the ceiling, he sees the stars are reflected there, too, clearer and bigger than he's ever seen in his whole life. Pisces catches the amazing views the windows provide—he can see the Black Lake, the Quidditch field, the Forbidden Forest, and mountains upon mountains of great expanse decorating a dark midnight sky.

The common room is decorated with plush couches and chairs, cushions blue adorned by golden accents. There are wooden tables with wooden chairs, in pairs of twos throughout the entire room, and bookshelves compliment them beautifully, genres and subjects differing like their own private library. Finally, in between two doors that Pisces can only guess is the entrance to the boy's dormitory and the girl's dormitory is a marble statue of a beautiful woman, standing tall and proud with the name ROWENA RAVENCLAW etched intricately at her feet.

By the time Pisces is done admiring the room, nearly everyone else has already gone to pick a dorm. So then Pisces too climbs the stairs to the boy's dormitory, desperately hoping there is an empty dorm he can keep to himself (or at least some friendly classmates who are willing to share).

He walks all the way to the end of the hallway, entering the very last room, his eyes squeezed shut—he's wishing, praying the room is empty and…

When Pisces doesn't hear any noise, he opens his eyes. There's no one there, and Pisces excitedly closes his door with a happiness he can't explain. The carpet in the dorms, too, are navy blue with stars that reflect unto the ceiling, and there are three windows in the room. A bed sits to the corner of the room, and Pisces is happy to find his luggage sitting perfectly next to it, his owl already sleeping in his cage atop the pile of bags.

There's a bathroom here, too, along with a closet and some other furniture. For now, Pisces only murmurs some affectionate words to Atlantis, strokes his feathers through the bars of the cage with the tip of his forefinger, then kicks off his shoes, climbs into bed, and buries himself under the navy blue duvet with a warmness he can't quite get rid of.

Pisces, to say the least, is beyond excited for his first day of school.

The next morning, Pisces rises an hour earlier than usual in an excitement to start his first day. He dresses in his Ravenclaw robes, neatly tucks his blue tie into place before gently wrapping a blue scarf around his neck. He tousles his hair into place, let's Atlantis out of his cage, and opens a window before Pisces can only see the flutter of his wings in the early morning sky. Then, he heads out for breakfast.

The Great Hall seems as full of life as before, and there are students everywhere sitting at different tables, the room a great sea of red, yellow, blue, and green. Immediately, Pisces sees his friends waving him over to the Gryffindor table.

"Come sit with us!" Aquarius shouts embarrassingly, and Pisces complies with a flush, approaching his friends as he sits in between them.

"I already served you some breakfast." Libra smiles as he pushes a plate towards a settling Pisces—he's been served bacon, scrambled eggs, fried sausages, three rolls, and two slices of toast with peach marmalade.

"I got you something to drink!" Aquarius exclaims as if he's competing with Libra. He pushes forward a tall glass of pumpkin juice.

"Er… thanks," Pisces hesitantly replies. He begins eating his breakfast and then notices that his friends are staring at him. "Is there something you… want?"

"Just your love and affection." Aquarius immediately replies.

"And to share classes with you." Libra adds without a pause. When Pisces stares at him imploringly, an eyebrow raised, Libra rolls his eyes. "Ask Aqua."

"My mom told me that during her third year of Hogwarts, her friends were super nice to her, and when the schedules were passed out, they shared all the same classes every day!" Aquarius announces, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth. "Must be some kind of God's work or something…" Pisces snorts, trying to laugh under his breath.

"Yeah, but I don't think it'll happen to us, Aqua—" Libra begins, but suddenly, the navy haired boy stands from his seat, leaning over his breakfast so abruptly that his glass of pumpkin juice falls over. Aquarius hastily points at a large window so quickly, he accidentally knocks Libra's nose, but he doesn't seem to be interested in any of his accidents at the moment.

"Look! Here come the owls!" Then a swarm of owls suddenly fly in, filling the ceiling of the Great Hall so densely that Pisces can hardly see the cloudy sky there anymore.

A great big owl starts soaring down to their seats, and Pisces recognizes the white feathers immediately as Atlantis settles on his shoulder and holds his leg out, three letters attached there. Libra and Aquarius snatch theirs immediately, and Pisces feeds Atlantis a piece of his roll before he takes his own letter. Libra loudly groans.

"We've got double Transfigurations today."

"And Astronomy from 8:00-11:30." Aquarius adds. Pisces peers over his shoulder to look at his schedule.

"Well, we share History of Magic first period, if that makes you feel better." Pisces adds in a half hearted attempt to be helpful. "But then I've got Divinations and double Potions…"

"I take back my groan," Libra chimes. "Our first day isn't nearly as bad as yours. We've got Potions after History of Magic and double Transfigurations. Then, we've got double Astronomy." He takes a drink from his mug of coffee.

"Yeah," Aquarius snorts. "Nothing beats Divinations with Professor Capricorn. I hear he's a total lunatic." Pisces is about to ask what he means when Libra interrupts, staring at a boy who's sitting at the table across from them, his robes green.

"But I also hear that Slytherin shares Divinations with Ravenclaw, too." Pisces glances over, notices the boy who had been called by Aries last night at the sorting. He's staring back at Libra with this intensity, and Pisces quickly averts his eyes, never quite feeling a sexual tension so strongly before. "You lucky bitch." Libra mutters under his breath, and Pisces clears his throat.

Thankfully, before anything else can happen that can strengthen the awkwardness, a loud bell rings, and Aquarius bursts into a coughing fit.

"Come on, Pisces. We can walk to History of Magic together. I, er… think Libra might wanna talk to someone really quick." Then Libra is sauntering over to the Slytherins so distractedly, Pisces and Aqua take the chance to escape to History of Magic quickly after Pisces sends Atlantis back to the Owlery.

The second bell rings, giving Pisces 30 minutes to head to Divinations, but he climbs through the trapdoor in the ceiling of the North Tower and is one of the very first students to arrive anyway. Professor Capricorn, he notices, stares at him mysteriously as the blond boy takes a seat at one of the circular tables. In the meantime, Pisces decides to take out The Standard Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk from his bag, and does a little reading.

Slowly, the class begins to fill, the attic-like room getting stuffier and more humid with each entering person. A particularly noisy group enters, and Pisces looks up to scope the persons at fault. There's three of them, all wearing green robes and sniggering in their little clique. And then Pisces catches the eyes of that same wolfish boy whom he can't seem to escape. Quickly, Pisces tries to avert his eyes back to his book, but it's too late—the boy has already spotted him.

Terrifyingly, the boy nods at his group as if he's the leader, and begins to walk over to Pisces, his friends following close behind. Then they're right there, right in front Pisces' table, and fuck, why is it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? Pisces looks up with a dry mouth, clammy fingers clenching into fists.

"Can we sit here?" The wolf boy asks. Pisces looks around, spots all the other empty tables—there are at least four of them—and yet, he wants to sit here, with Pisces. All he manages to do is shakily nod, and the wolf boy grins before taking a seat right across from him, his friends taking the remaining two seats. Pisces notices that the boy sitting next to him is the same boy who was staring so provocatively at Libra this morning. He suddenly feels uncomfortable.

"I'm Scorpio." The wolf boy introduces, extending a hand. Pisces shakily takes it.

"Pisces," He murmurs, but Scorpio doesn't really shake his hand. He just kind of holds it, reassuringly squeezing his palm before letting go with a dismay only Pisces can feel.

"These are my friends." Scorpio gestures at the two boys.

"Aries." Libra's boyfriend mutters in a gruff voice. The other boy merely raises his hand in a half-attempted friendly gesture. Scorpio looks like he wants to say something else, but, to Pisces' relief, Professor Capricorn speaks.

"Broaden your minds, children," He speaks in a soft voice, his tone mystical and unnerving. Pisces feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand, his spine giving a chill. "Allow yourself to see past the mundane!" He ends loudly, his arms raised dramatically to the air. The students are quiet, glancing at each other and back to Professor Capricorn, who is still holding his dramatic pose. Then, after a moment, he slowly brings his hands together at his chest. "Welcome to Divination, the most difficult magical art of all."

There's something about Professor Capricorn that creeps him out ever slightly. His hair is a mussed nest, and he's wearing about a hundred shawls on his shoulders and torso, flowing out behind him whenever he glides about the room. For a second, Pisces contemplates whether he's actually walking or floating inches above the ground…

"For many years, my children, I've taught Divination to students without The Eye to the best of my abilities. You see, without The Eye, there is not much to learn; books can only take you so far." Then his gaze suddenly snaps to Pisces, his eyes holding him in place like some kind of sick trick. "But this year, I see The Eye is engraved into someone special." He hums, slowly gliding over to Pisces. "A chosen one…" Comes his murmur, still loud enough for the entire class to hear.

Pisces is holding his breath, terrified and panicking all at the same time. He glances at Scorpio, sees the wolf boy is furrowing his brows at him with an expression mixed somewhere between confusion and anger.

"Yes…" Professor Capricorn continues ever mystically. He finally stops right before Pisces, stares him up and down. Professor Capricorn then opens his mouth, likes he's about to say something, but just before he can, he starts violently convulsing, spasming while he stands as if he's experiencing a seizure.

"Holy shit!" Somebody across the classroom whom he doesn't know suddenly shouts. "Somebody get him to the hospital wing!" A few people get up, already rushing towards Professor Capricorn. Scorpio stops them.

"No!" He growls, standing from his seat now with fierce eyes. "Don't touch him! Don't do anything!" He pauses, licking his lips. "He's experiencing a real prediction." Then, to everyone's surprise, Professor Capricorn suddenly stops, now still. He raises about three feet midair, and his eyes suddenly shine a horrifically bright blue.

"Pisces," He speaks in a monotonous voice, deep and loud. "You hold the power of The Eye. The Eye, Pisces, you hold the power. It's the power, you hold the power; the power of The Eye is within you." It's like he's suddenly spasming again, but only this time with his words, repeating himself frantically a million times. Professor Capricorn's body remains ever still as his mouth quickly moves. "The power, the power of The Eye. You hold the power of The Eye. Pisces, The Eye is within you, the power. It's the power of The Eye—The Eye, The Eye, The Eye, The Eye. It's the power, Pisces. You hold the power of The Eye; the power, the power, the power of The Eye. It's The Eye, it's The Eye, The Eye, The Eye, The Eye, The—" Professor Capricorn inhales a sharp breath, and then the blue light cuts entirely as he falls back to his feet on the floor.

Pisces looks back at Scorpio, who glances at Professor Capricorn for only a second before turning to glare at Pisces.

"Today, children, we will begin with Tasseography, the art of reading tea leaves." Professor Capricorn suddenly announces in his dramatically mystical tone, as if nothing at all has happened. He takes a wand from his pocket and flicks it at the class; cups of tea suddenly appear, four on each table. "Back to your seats, please. Team up in pairs of two, and try to determine each other's fortune in the tea leaves." He returns to his desk at the front of the room, and the entire class stares at Pisces for a long moment before sitting down and getting to work.

Scorpio slowly sits down across from Pisces again and gives an angry huff. He does not speak to Pisces for the rest of the lesson.

After Divination, Pisces sadly heads to the Great Hall for lunch. His entire way there, he can feel the eyes of people on him and hear the furious whispers as he passes. Aquarius and Libra are waiting for him at the Gryffindor table.

He quietly sits next to Libra, grabs a plate and loads it with chicken and ham sandwiches, carrots, and rice pudding. Then, to indulge into his sadness, he digs into lunch. Aquarius looks at Libra, raises his eyebrows in a secret sign language as they both try to urge the other to break the awkward silence. Aqua gives up first.

"Hey…" He begins quietly. "So, uh… we're sorry about… you know, what happened in Divinations…"

"How did you know about that?" Pisces immediately questions, rice pudding smeared at the corner of his lips. Libra sighs and grabs a napkin before pushing it at Pisces.

"News travels fast at Hogwarts." He murmurs sympathetically while Pisces cleans his mouth. Aquarius snorts.

"Yeah, that and Libra got the gossip from his boyfriend, Aries…" He mutters under his breath.

"Aries is not my boyfriend!" Libra suddenly exclaims loudly. He clears his throat, staring at the spot where Aries had been sitting at the Slytherin table earlier this morning. "At least not yet." He cynically grins. "I fucking hate that asshole."

"Okay, can we get back on the topic of Pisces?" Aquarius asks, annoyed. "Not everything is about you, Libra." The blonde boy scowls but lets it go anyway. "Listen, it's probably nothing you should worry about anyway…" Aquarius tries to reassure. "Mom told me that Professor Capricorn has been full of shit since the first day he taught here. None of his predictions ever come true." Pisces rolls his eyes and throws his napkin on top of his plate, suddenly no longer hungry.

"Yeah, but… this didn't seem normal. He… he completely freaked out; got all exorcist on us. And this boy who was sitting with me, he said Professor Capricorn was experiencing a real prediction. God, what was his name? Scorpio—" Before he has time to finish, the world around him starts to spin, his senses suddenly numb as if he's on a drug.

Pisces grips the edge of the table with one hand, tries not to fall over as he holds his head with the other. He grimaces at the sharp pain suddenly exploding in his brain, and when he squeezes his eyes shut, it happens again…

Scorpio is walking towards him, a large group of Slytherins following close behind him. He's got a set and angry expression on his face as his jaw clenches, but he doesn't steer from Pisces' path. Instead, he walks straight into him, forcefully pushes him to the ground. Scorpio scoffs, a malicious smile growing on his face.

"Watch out." He spits, tone no longer kind and charming to him. "You'd think holding the power of The Eye could help you see where you were fucking going." His Slytherin friends laugh behind him, and Scorpio slyly chuckles before walking around a fallen Pisces. His gang follows.

"Pisces? You okay?" Aqua's face is suddenly there, and Pisces is back in the Great Hall. He nervously laughs. "Not having a vision or something, are you?" There's something alarming in his voice, so Pisces guiltily shakes his head before running a hand over his face.

"No, no…" He mutters, slightly shaken. "Just a migraine." Then, before his friends can say anything, Pisces swiftly stands. "I think I'm just going to head to class early."

He doesn't wait for their response and sadly strides to Potions, taking the long way as he wallows in his own aura of loneliness and abnormality.