Disclaimer: I do not own any concepts of this story. . .just most of the characters.

Notes: Sorry about last chapter. I meant to say Minority instead of Majority in the note in the end.

Thanks: Galaxy Hitchhiker, yes tis a shame schools over. But I'll keep posting and writing and you can bug me some other time.

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After a rather lovely meal, Ben felt tired and full. Well, he always felt tired, but it was good to get up and walk to one's own room for the first time in his life. He had always been doted on his whole life and he was sick of it. Yes, he was spoiled, but he enjoyed living without the servants, the silken rooms, the gold, silver, and gemmed jewelry, the rich food. No, this was much better than all that. The common place uniforms, the ancient castle, the large array of kids. He smiled, his eyes half lidded. He was going to enjoy school.

Without realizing, Ben had closed his eyes and shuffled away from the group. Since he was in the back, no one noticed him stray away.

Ben's mind wandered back to his home. It was a cult. For what, he had no clue, but he did know that it revolved around him. That's why he was so spoiled. His wizarding parents had abandoned him at the cult's steps for some reason or another. But he was grateful. The cult was very wealthy and saying that they take care of him was an understatement.

He smiled to himself, walking down some stairs that shifted and went to another floor just as he stepped off; he was sleep walking. He dreamed of the crazy things that some muggles did to a wizard to praise him.

Ben walked into a suit of armor. "Oh, excuse me," he said, blinking his eyes open. "I wasn't. . . .watching. . .where I. . .where I. . . where is everybody?" He began to panic. Normally when he slept walk at home, someone was already there to direct him back to bed. Here it was different and he would have to get used to it.

Ben closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and calming himself. He half hoped that he would be back with the group, but when he opened his eyes he was still staring down the armament. He sighed and attempted to retrace his steps without falling asleep again.

After half and hour of walking up and down flights of stairs and not gaining any help from any of the ghosts that floated by (Ben's mental note : never talk to the ghost named Peeves again), he came full circle in front of the suit.

He smiled pathetically at the masked face. "Salutations, friend," he said to it. "I hope it is of no trouble if I rest at your feet?" With that he sat down behind the armament in the light of a torch and leaned up against the wall. True, it was incredibly uncomfortable, but he was too exhausted to care. He was so exhausted that he could've sworn that he saw a woman dressed in blue walk on to the table of a still life painting in front of him.

She looked directly at him and practically yelled, "Child!" He sat up as her voice echoed down the hallway. His eyes became wide to let the cold air wake them. "Are you Benjamin?" she asked him, this time in a voice a little more concerned.

He nodded, his eyes growing heavy again. "Call me yawn Ben."

"Okay, Ben. You're wanted in the Ravenclaw tower."

"I got lost."

"Of course you did. It's not your fault. It's your first time in the castle. Well then, on your feet, let's go!"

Ben stood on tired, shaky legs and followed the painting as she walked into a painting of a horse which she ran her hand over as she passed it. "Who. . .what. .. are you?" Ben asked.

"I am the woman study in blue. That's the name of my painting at least." Now that he looked closer, her pale skin was blue and her black hair had a bizarre blue tint.

Ben's eyes lowered, but the woman was still talking so he would not fall asleep or stray away from her. She would also turn around to see if he was still behind her, almost every five minutes.

"Honestly," she muttered. "A first year wanders off and they don't notice. Poor child must have my been completely frightened."

"Actually I-"

"And only when his roommates, the roommates for heaven's sake, more first years, not older classmates, not house heads, his own year's on their first night, discover his disappearance first."

"Really it's -"

"He could've been in serious trouble, for himself or others." Here she gasped. "He could've been killed."

"But I-"

"The poor dear. These Ravenclaws are not what they used to be. Their supposed to be astute and clever."

"I'M FINE!!" Ben yelled.

The lady in blue turned to him as a gargoyle brought a claw to his lips and shushed him. "Dear, please keep quiet. There are other people in this castle you know." She was in a frame with a complete blue setting, standing in such a way that she looked as if she belonged there. "The entrance to your dormitory is just down this hall. The password is Goblin Hair."

Ben sighed and shuffled down the hallway. Getting into the tower through the common room, up the stairs to the appropriate dormitory and into his bed was a blur. There was a short, bustling woman who rushed him up there and apologized numerous times for her Prefect, but Ben could only hear her voice and not what she was saying.

He was welcomed by a group of boys who were still awake. There were those two Chinese boys, another boy who seemed to have gotten less exercise than Ben (if that was at all possible), and the only boy he had actually met previously that night, Dameon deBarbarack. Ben slept on a bed between the overweight boy and Dameon. He talked to Dameon, face first on his bed, Dameon sitting up on his own, until he fell asleep which didn't take too long.

END GRACEFUL ENTRANCE

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End of this part of the fic. You know, the prelude is over and hopefully so is the shortness of the chapters. I solemnly swear that the chapters will get longer from now on. To all of those who are actually reading this. . .

REVEIW GOSH DARNITT!!