Chapter Four: S.P.E.W and Wattlebird
Hermione was telling them all about Hogwarts; some of what she was saying was interesting, some defiantly. Finally they got to the topic of House Elves, "I nearly forgot, would you like to join S.P.E.W?"
Kurt took the clipboard she handed him, looking it over, "Um, what is it?"
"Oh, S.P.E.W is the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, a campaign to get House Elves rights."
"Never heard of it," Kurt said.
"Well, of course you haven't!" Hermione laughed, "I've only just started it."
Mercedes asked, "And how many members do you have?"
"Well," Hermione handed Kurt a pen, "if you two join, three."
"I'll join," Kurt said, signing his name on the paper, "but please come up with a better name." He handed the clipboard to Mercedes, who also signed her name.
Hermione grinned taking back the clipboard. They chatted, but Kurt couldn't help but sneak glances at Blaine. Hermione did the same, her eyes floating over to Ron every so often.
Blaine seemed to be getting along well with Ron and Harry, so much that they three talked throughout the whole dinner. After the dessert disappeared, they were all led by Percy Weasley, a Prefect, to the Gryffindor dorms.
Kurt marveled as staircases moved and paintings followed them around. They must have gone up at least seven floors before stopping in front of a portrait of a very obese woman.
"Password," the Fat Lady requested.
"Wattlebird," Percy said grandly. "Remember that password, you can' get into Gryffindor Tower without it," he informed the freshman.
The portrait swung forward to reveal a circular hole. Everyone climbed through, except for Artie who had to be carried through and placed on his wheelchair once inside the common room. Scarlet tapestries adorned the walls.
"Curfew is in ten minutes," Percy reminded them, going upstairs.
Kurt was overjoyed to find that he was rooming with Blaine as they were the only freshman boys. He pulled his trunk over to the bed he had chosen, starting to unpack.
Blaine was sitting on his own bed, eating one of those stupid red vines. "This place is awesome isn't it?"
"It is incredible," Kurt laid his wizard robes out over a chair, unfortunately there wasn't any sort of wardrobe to put them in, "and you seem to have made some new friends."
"Oh yeah! Harry and Ron, they're the best; you should get to know them."
"Maybe," he said noncommittally. "Anyway, good night."
"Oh, um… 'night I guess."