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This is where I start to take creative license since we don't know much of Ravenclaw. Any comments on the schedule would be appreciated. Expect a lot of revisions on this chapter as well.
Chapter 7 - The Littlest Professor
After the grand feast, Steven and the rest of the Ravenclaw house were led to the Ravenclaw common room. Once inside, the formal introductions began. A fifth year female student stood on a table to address the group, "I am Penelope Clearwater and I am the Ravenclaw prefect. For second years and up, everything is just as it was last year, you may retire at this time; unless you'd rather listen to what the first years listen to."
All of the second through seventh year students filed down two separate hallways, one for guys and one for girls, as Steven noticed. That is, until one male student thought it would be cute to sneak down the girls hall. "Ben Trent!" Penelope yelled. "Don't make me come over there." The boy ran to the other hallway and Penelope straightened herself, "Welcome to Ravenclaw first years, we are glad to have you. Just to go over some basics, dorms are down each of these halls, right for the guys, left for the ladies. You'll find your stuff is already in your spot when you retire. As far as school goes, you'll receive your schedules in just a moment from our head of house, Professor Flitwick. Our house colors are blue and bronze and our symbol," she said as she pointed to a banner above her head, "is the eagle. We are the house of intellect and we exhibit our prowess in the classroom. Although, that may not always be the case, so don't feel bad if you don't. The sorting hat sees more than even the professors can, isn't that right, professor?"
A tiny, tiny man walked into the common room, the same one from the professors' table that had taken an interest in Steven. "Right you are, Mrs. Clearwater," he said in a squeaky, high voice, "right you are. Now then, first years, gather `round, I have your schedules." He jumped up onto the table by Penelope and began to call out the schedule.
"Let's cover food first, shall we? In the morning we have breakfast, midday we have lunch, and in the evening we have dinner. Should you require a snack, venture to the kitchen. I believe that covers that. Now then," he said, continuing, "the first year, Ravenclaw schedule is as follows."
"On Mondays you will have Introduction to Magical Studies in the morning with myself in the common room and Charms with Slytherin first years in the evening with myself in my classroom."
"On Tuesdays you will have Potions with Hufflepuff in the morning with Professor Snape and Defense Against the Dark Arts with Gryffindor in the evening with Professor Quirrell."
"On Wednesdays you will have Transfigurations with Hufflepuff in the morning with Professor McGonagall and Astrology with Gryffindor at midnight with Professor Sinistra."
"On Thursdays you will have Herbology with Slytherin in the morning with Professor Sprout and History of Magic with Hufflepuff in the evening with Professor Binns."
"And on Friday you will have an extra class time with one of those I just mentioned. We refer to this class as doubles because you will spend twice as much time in this class as you would normally. Professors use this class for large projects and such."
"Well, that's all for tonight. See you in the morning at breakfast," Flitwick said as he jumped off the table and ran out the door of the common room.
"See you all," Penelope started, then remembered something, "Ah yes, some of you didn't see the entrance on the way in, but most common rooms are protected by pictures. Ours is protected by Mr. Triana. The password changes on a weekly basis. This week's password is 'Garfunkle.' Well, good night and see you at breakfast."
Steven crowded down the hallway with three other guys towards the male dorms. Once in the first year dorm, he got to meet his fellow fellows.
"Frederick Glick," said a rather short, lumpy boy. "I live just a kilometer from King's Cross."
"Victor Brent," said a tall and skinny boy in the corner. "I'm from Surrey."
"Terry Boot," said the remaining average boy. "I don't really know what part I'm from. We don't visit Muggles much."
The three of them looked at Steven and he took his cue. "Oh, I'm Steven Pront. I'm from America." The three boys eyes went wide and they looked at each other.
"Well, glad to have you over," Arthur said.
"I'm beat. I vote we crash before it gets to late to enjoy breakfast in the morning," said Victor.
"Don't you mean 'retire,'" Frederick said in a mocking tone, resembling Penelope.
Steven and his newfound friends looked around the room and found that their belongings had been brought up. Over by the end bed, Steven found Jasper. "Hi Jasper." The owl looked at Steven and hooted, then tucked her head under her wing and went to sleep.
"Is that your owl," Frederick asked as he took up the bed beside Steven.
"Yes. Her name's Japer, she's a barn owl," Steven replied.
"I brought a cat. I hope the two get along okay," Fred said as he pulled a cage from beside the nightstand, set it on the bed, and opened it. A gray-haired tomcat purred its way out of the cage and sat licking its paw on the corner of the bed. "His name's Tom."
Steven walked over and stuck his hand out to Tom to let him sniff it. Tom looked at the hand, sniffed it, and then playfully swatted at it. "I hope that means he likes me," Steven said jokingly, as he petted Tom on the head. "I'll let you get to know Jasper tomorrow. She seems to be tired from the ride."
Steven looked around and saw that Terry was already asleep and Victor was making his way over to talk to them. The three boys spent about half an hour talking about their backgrounds and joking around before they finally drifted asleep.
This is where I start to take creative license since we don't know much of Ravenclaw. Any comments on the schedule would be appreciated. Expect a lot of revisions on this chapter as well.
Chapter 7 - The Littlest Professor
After the grand feast, Steven and the rest of the Ravenclaw house were led to the Ravenclaw common room. Once inside, the formal introductions began. A fifth year female student stood on a table to address the group, "I am Penelope Clearwater and I am the Ravenclaw prefect. For second years and up, everything is just as it was last year, you may retire at this time; unless you'd rather listen to what the first years listen to."
All of the second through seventh year students filed down two separate hallways, one for guys and one for girls, as Steven noticed. That is, until one male student thought it would be cute to sneak down the girls hall. "Ben Trent!" Penelope yelled. "Don't make me come over there." The boy ran to the other hallway and Penelope straightened herself, "Welcome to Ravenclaw first years, we are glad to have you. Just to go over some basics, dorms are down each of these halls, right for the guys, left for the ladies. You'll find your stuff is already in your spot when you retire. As far as school goes, you'll receive your schedules in just a moment from our head of house, Professor Flitwick. Our house colors are blue and bronze and our symbol," she said as she pointed to a banner above her head, "is the eagle. We are the house of intellect and we exhibit our prowess in the classroom. Although, that may not always be the case, so don't feel bad if you don't. The sorting hat sees more than even the professors can, isn't that right, professor?"
A tiny, tiny man walked into the common room, the same one from the professors' table that had taken an interest in Steven. "Right you are, Mrs. Clearwater," he said in a squeaky, high voice, "right you are. Now then, first years, gather `round, I have your schedules." He jumped up onto the table by Penelope and began to call out the schedule.
"Let's cover food first, shall we? In the morning we have breakfast, midday we have lunch, and in the evening we have dinner. Should you require a snack, venture to the kitchen. I believe that covers that. Now then," he said, continuing, "the first year, Ravenclaw schedule is as follows."
"On Mondays you will have Introduction to Magical Studies in the morning with myself in the common room and Charms with Slytherin first years in the evening with myself in my classroom."
"On Tuesdays you will have Potions with Hufflepuff in the morning with Professor Snape and Defense Against the Dark Arts with Gryffindor in the evening with Professor Quirrell."
"On Wednesdays you will have Transfigurations with Hufflepuff in the morning with Professor McGonagall and Astrology with Gryffindor at midnight with Professor Sinistra."
"On Thursdays you will have Herbology with Slytherin in the morning with Professor Sprout and History of Magic with Hufflepuff in the evening with Professor Binns."
"And on Friday you will have an extra class time with one of those I just mentioned. We refer to this class as doubles because you will spend twice as much time in this class as you would normally. Professors use this class for large projects and such."
"Well, that's all for tonight. See you in the morning at breakfast," Flitwick said as he jumped off the table and ran out the door of the common room.
"See you all," Penelope started, then remembered something, "Ah yes, some of you didn't see the entrance on the way in, but most common rooms are protected by pictures. Ours is protected by Mr. Triana. The password changes on a weekly basis. This week's password is 'Garfunkle.' Well, good night and see you at breakfast."
Steven crowded down the hallway with three other guys towards the male dorms. Once in the first year dorm, he got to meet his fellow fellows.
"Frederick Glick," said a rather short, lumpy boy. "I live just a kilometer from King's Cross."
"Victor Brent," said a tall and skinny boy in the corner. "I'm from Surrey."
"Terry Boot," said the remaining average boy. "I don't really know what part I'm from. We don't visit Muggles much."
The three of them looked at Steven and he took his cue. "Oh, I'm Steven Pront. I'm from America." The three boys eyes went wide and they looked at each other.
"Well, glad to have you over," Arthur said.
"I'm beat. I vote we crash before it gets to late to enjoy breakfast in the morning," said Victor.
"Don't you mean 'retire,'" Frederick said in a mocking tone, resembling Penelope.
Steven and his newfound friends looked around the room and found that their belongings had been brought up. Over by the end bed, Steven found Jasper. "Hi Jasper." The owl looked at Steven and hooted, then tucked her head under her wing and went to sleep.
"Is that your owl," Frederick asked as he took up the bed beside Steven.
"Yes. Her name's Japer, she's a barn owl," Steven replied.
"I brought a cat. I hope the two get along okay," Fred said as he pulled a cage from beside the nightstand, set it on the bed, and opened it. A gray-haired tomcat purred its way out of the cage and sat licking its paw on the corner of the bed. "His name's Tom."
Steven walked over and stuck his hand out to Tom to let him sniff it. Tom looked at the hand, sniffed it, and then playfully swatted at it. "I hope that means he likes me," Steven said jokingly, as he petted Tom on the head. "I'll let you get to know Jasper tomorrow. She seems to be tired from the ride."
Steven looked around and saw that Terry was already asleep and Victor was making his way over to talk to them. The three boys spent about half an hour talking about their backgrounds and joking around before they finally drifted asleep.
