(This chapter begins immediately following the sorting in Order of the Phoenix. Also, sorry for the long delay on the update I have been moving into my new dorm and have been settling in so this is my first chance to update, thanks.)
Shortly after his first dinner back in Hogwarts, Pelton climbed a short wooden later into his new room. He was met by a large octagon room with a window on each wall. Looking closely at the wall, he noticed that the wall was deep gray and consisted of large blocks of granite. Near the center of the ceiling, the room had a trapdoor that led to a turreted roof. The whole setup reminded him of a Medieval castle.
Walking over to his new bed, which looked more like an army cot, Pelton started unpacking his luggage. After folding and storing his clothing, he pulled out is new egg and set it on the floor where he would be able to deal with it in the morning. Completing this task, he sat back on his bed and began to read in his new book the introduction to Chapter two "Staff Fighting and Spells:"
"Staff use of fighting and casting spells is considered as old as the art of wand use. Where as wands are better for practical spells such as cleaning and transfiguration, staffs are a fighter's forte. In fact, most spells used with staffs are shorter in words and can be caste without need for special movement. Mostly, this is due to the impracticality of such delay in casting when a wizard is fighting. Therefore, usually the casting consists of a single or pair of words and then a point the staff at ones target. For instance to fire a fireball with a wand, one has to wave five times and cry 'effecto allba incintor.' In contrast, all one, armed with a staff, has to do is point and state 'incintor alba.'
Another useful property of the staff is its melee function. Staffs are deadly with combat spells, but most often the spells are to help the wizard shorten the range to point blank distance. Fighting with staffs in melee combat is an often overlooked art, but it usually wins a fight since few wizards expect the crushing blow of a staff or know how to prevent it."
After reading this and the rest of the introduction, Pelton fell asleep with little trouble. He arose the next morning early to tend to his new egg. He positioned the warmer in front of the window so that the sunlight would help warm the egg. After doing that he set a large plant in front of it to keep it hidden. Looking down Pelton felt a flutter in his heart. This is my egg, my little baby! No one else will be looking after it only me, he thought about his last revelation and realized that he would now have be responsible for another creature. Even though the weight of his new duty felt to heavy for him to bear, he realized that he could actually care for the bird since now he had little choice. These feelings were eerie but wonderful at the same time. He could hardly wait for the bird's birth.
Soon afterwards, Pelton climbed down his ladder and stepped into a new life.