Chaos broke loose in the common room.

First years were running with reckless abandon, tripping on each other knocking over furniture, and someone even through a sleeping portrait, across the room.

All the while I stood in the exact spot I had been since entering the room as chaos encircled me.

Wondering why the heck no else noticed the little square panel right by professor Sadist, and the old blue couch that sat in front of a rather cosy fireplace. It was well hidden, in wooden panels close to the to bottom of the wall, and right next a bookshelf that drew attention away from it.

I probably wouldn't have noticed it myself if it wasn't improperly closed… I mean who the heck misses a pushed in wooden panel? *Ring Ring* Apparently all of ravenclaw!

Shaking my head, I realized almost all the students had deserted the actual living room of the common room, while Marcus was pulling me (or at least trying) along to search for a sleeping area. Jabbing the taller boy in ribs to get his attention, I ignored his glare before pointing at the little hidden door.

"Come on then!" Walking forward I pushed the little door open before sliding in, marcus soon followed, into the middle of a corridor, with only two door on either side of us.

Turning I looked at him, before we shrugged in unison and cautiously approaching and opening our respective doors.

Inside was a medium sized room with a single bed laying on a metal frame in the corner, a small desk beside it on the far right side of the room with the desk to the left, and small fireplace to my right with fresh cut wood with a roaring fire already lit, along with several book shelves along the walls some were empty and other already fully packed.

The walls were a ravenclaw blue, while the floor had soft grey carpeting.

Closing the white door I couldn't help the gasp of amazement that escaped my lungs, soon after I realized a note pad was stuck to the door, with only three names written upon it, along with a pen tied to it.

Writing my name in a legible scratch, I heard a clunk from behind my, only to turn and find the bed now furnished with blue sheets and my trunk sitting at the foot of it.

Too tired to care passed out before I even hit the bed.


my dreams were filled with the knowledge of every bodily function and the how to change it, of how my skin could be purple if I chose, of how I could be an entire new race should I lose interest in humanity, of how I could make my bones as strong as steel or brittle as sandstone.

However it also showed me how my ever wonderful Matrons hospitality had hampered my Metamorphic talents.

I would never be able to change my body's basic structure, I would never be able to adjust anything like my height or change into another animal, than other humanoid races.

Relatively small changes like breathing through my skin or growing gills would be possible, however only after extensive practice, that would most likely take me a while to acomplish.

The matrons apparent dislike for me, encouraged hiding anything that could possibly different from the mundane. Memories rushed through my head I had forgotten long ago. Of when my hair would turn crimson when I was angry, Or vibrant blue should I be sad of how my skin would be bright orange to watch other kids laugh.

Her abuse had changed my body to the point it would deny anything unnatural whatsoever, and even after years of practice any changes made would slowly revert into my normal appearance.

I would never reach my true limit, with this ability, as the matron had succeeded…

She had succeeded in breaking something deep within my mind that I could never repair.


"Ahg" I grunted as my head throbbed violently, "Damn hat and his stupid memory dump." I muttered under my breath. Sitting up I stretched my arms before turning my head at an odd angle, *Crack* sounded as I sighed in relief.

Having a stiff neck sucks after all.

Opening my trunk I pulled out several moderately sized books, and place it on the empty bookshelf beside my bed, which was soon filled with all the books I bought during my stay at diagon alley.

Several of which were dealing with ancient runes while others were on arithmancy. One of my favorites was "The Gift Of Science-A guide to Alchemy" by Nicolas Flamel, which alone cost almost thirty galleons, which in the end turned out to be quite worth the money.

It detailed, alchemical symbols and why they did what they did when put in certain orders, and how to make an actual alchemic circle for specified uses. the book itself was written in old English and very very old, so old in fact the clerk didn't even know they had it in stock.

I took the runes book I was reading in the train and put it on the desk, next to an old blue binder that… I'm pretty sure wasn't there when I went to sleep…

Picking it up I walked over and sat on the bed, before opening it to find it covered in pencil drawing of majestic flames with a few weird looking wands in each corner emblazoned in the middle was the binder's title.


Wanderer's Hideaway

A place for those who wander

I welcome you into the wanderer's hide, this book is here to show you the wonders of the Hide!

First of all the bathroom is located back in the hall, on the other side of the third door which should have appeared after signing the door to the hide. Below is a list of new editions(or warnings) to the Hide.

Companions- Matthew Holloway

What is a wanderer without companions? well I fixed that so the hallway will change depending on how many people open the door that year, so it could change for a maximum of four rooms. However the number will not change after the first time it is entered that year!

Book Shelves- Alex (booker) Black

I have enchanted the Book shelf with the golden slider on the side, to hold an infinite amount of books, while one of the empty shelves is connected to Ravenclawslibrary just write whatever want to read about on piece of paper an place it on the shelf!

Journal- Cormac Prince

it seems a tradition of writing a Journal and putting on Booker's infinite shelf…

Security- Aly-while sin-pire

I have added a secondary notepad to the door that should appear after writing your name on the original, write someone's name on it and they will be unable to enter this room. (Erasing their name will allow them back in)

Marauders-Nicolas Flamel

By reading the journals of those who have lived here previously, I have deduced a pattern. Every few years a group of people seem to come together calling themselves the marauders, regardless of whether they know of the previous group. They tend to stick to the number four but have been up to twenty or down to only one person.

If they surface during your time at Hogwarts, I can only give you one warning. As I sit in the Hide my hair pink, in a dress with pink polka-dots, and possessing certain parts of the female anatomy I was not born with I warn you…

Do not Cross the Marauders!


I'm in no way shape or form ashamed to say I just broke out in laughter, rolling on the floor-dropping the binder in the process. For the next ten minutes I laughed so hard I couldn't even breath, as tears came from my eyes!

At some point or another I managed to stand, grab a towel out of my trunk along with a clean uniform before heading to the bathroom. Now that I had time to actually look I found the half way to be carpeted in that weird type you'd find in a hotel or maybe a movie theater.

While the walls were a rich mahogany, with several portraits apparently still shaking off morning drowsiness. I walked into the bathroom, with a lazy yawn.


I walked out of the bathroom, feeling much fresher than before, with clean Ravenclaw house robes and a silver gray tie, as the Ravenclaw Glasses hung from my neck by a platinum chain. My hair was as wild as always, although slightly wet from the bath, which I might mention was the size of as small swimming pool.

It also had dozens of these nozzles for bubbles and other strange perfumes or soaps.

One of which turned your hair different colors, thankfully I could use my metamorphic powers to change it back to blond. Another thing I discovered was that my hair would turn blue whenever something touched it, thanks to the sorting hat putting the command into my subconscious…

Either that or it was a normal part of being a morphamagus in hogwarts which I couldn't exactly rule out.

The soft carpet on my feet I made my way back to my room.

The clock above my desk, showed that it was 6:31 A.M. meaning I had thirty minutes till, breakfast and an hour till classes, meaning I had a bit of extra time to study transfiguration, and my runes book.

Time flew by as I read, About Thimurgy's law of personality, stating that each rune had to many meaning for a human to comprehend and enforcing the fact arithmicly designed runes should be used instead of more ancient runes. along with popping open my transfiguration book and learning the basics of turning a match into a needle, and a rat into a cup.

Before I knew it, Marcus knocked on my door, "Naruto! Breakfast is in ten minutes! Get Up!" Looking at the clock it turned out he was right, putting my books back into my trunk I opened the door just as he was about to knock again. "I'm coming dearest!" I said sarcastically, as Marcus rolled his eyes.

On the way out I looked at the panel door that hid the entryway into our rooms, with the Ravenclaw Glasses, only to find no runes or charms in place to justify how the rest of Ravenclaw house didn't pay attention to the pushed in door…

As we walked away I couldn't help but feel their was so much more to the Wanderers Hideaway.

However any thought of the hidden abode was drowned out by Alicia's cry of "Where's My wallet!" The Cheshire grin on my face only grew larger when I put my hand on the pink wallet in my pocket with the word Alicia's embroidered on in fancy script.


Sorry about any spelling errors, or corrections that need to made, as I kinda sorta shot my hand with a staple gun today, and I really just want to go to sleep.