.............Chapter 3...............

Immediately after the feast, the students were led off to their houses by last year's Mary Sues, which were now prefects. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, however, had regular prefects, as no Mary Sues would be caught dead (or worse, ugly) in their house.

Rily yawned. She could dimly hear her house prefects calling for them to follow, and managed to keep up with the dim sound. Pictures moved blurrily at the corners of her eyes, and she thought she remembered peeves throwing something at a few of them, but she was too tired to be sure.

Eventually they came to the Ravenclaw entrance; a bookshelf packed to overflowing with books that had been abandoned in previous years. (There were many copies of "Magical Me" as well as numerous other books by Gilderoy Lockhart, to the Ravenclaws' great shame). After speaking the password ("Fuzzy Socks"), the bookshelf slid sideways, revealing a sturdy brick wall.

"Well," commented the Prefect, "It seems no one has ever written what the common room looks like." This was followed by a sigh from everyone (almost in unison).

"No time like the present," Mae quipped, and the bricks disappeared within the next few sentences.

The Ravenclaw common room was a splendor of blue tapestries, with many black ravens perched on whatever surface was available, most of them quoting some muggle author or another who seemed to like the phrase "and quoth the raven; 'Nevermore'". There were many, many charts and maps and statistics and almanacs and atlas' and dictionaries and encyclopedias and spellbooks and normal books and "I heart learning" buttons everywhere. There were even books that were not even really books, just empty covers placed in bookshelves to make the room look more like the home of brainiacs, and they also doubled as MORE "I heart learning" buttons. (Ravenclaws are very fond of buttons).

"How lovely!" someone exclaimed from the back. Many older Ravenclaws nodded in agreement, as they had never actually seen it either, it having not existed before this story. The Ravenclaws usually slept in the library. In fact, they were not actually all that bright to begin with, and endless hours of being stuck in the library when there were no Ravenclaws in the plot was the only way they lived up to their name of intelligence.

Needless to say, the Hufflepuffs spent most of their time in the halls, spreading the same nasty rumors to each other until everyone was sick of them. They were not actually very loyal, as they were supposed to be according to the house specifications, but the Sorting Hat had figured that calling them "Dim and Backstabbing" would not really contribute to moral all that much.

Anyway, back to the common room.

They all filed in, and many proceeded to the bedrooms, where they found all of their things that had simply disappeared in previous years, having no common room to be placed in.

Rily exclaiming over all the things she found that had gone missing in her first years, when out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of red and black and indigo and beige. It was the Weird One. Whats-her-name. Rily couldn't remember.

"Hello," the odd Mary Sue greeted in a perfectly normal British accent, "I'm from Guam." This was met with many confused looks.

"Aren't you supposed to have an accent or something?" a short brunette asked from behind her, and the girl turned.

"Ah, yes," she confirmed, "But the author of this story has absolutely no idea what a Guam accent sounds like, so I've just picked up a British one from my Muggle parents who adopted me after I had been found in the woods after running away from my evil step-mother in Guam. She wanted to kill me. I'm supposed to fulfill some prophecy or another that will bring about her downfall or something."

"Oh." Commented Rily, and promptly went to sleep.