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Last Time:
The woman in the portrait was obviously satisfied because she smiled and suddenly the portrait swung open. Behind the frame was passageway. Hermione, Ron, and Harry led Frodo through the hall and into a cozy looking room. In this room were comfy chairs and sofas; a fireplace; a desk; and a notice board. Everything in the room was either red or gold.
"Welcome, Frodo, to the Gryffindor Common Room."
Meanwhile:
Boromir left Dumbledore's office in a state of shock. So we're not at Amon hen anymore, he thought to himself. We're not even in the same time! What happened, though? Professor Flitwick was walking beside him, talking absent mindedly. Who could have done this? Obviously, Gandalf isn't the only wizard anymore, but apparently, this is really strong magic. Could Sauron or Sauruman be behind this? This is their type of trickery. Is this man a dwarf? His thoughts wandered from past topics to present matters. What's this Hogwarts School like? The most I've seen are the portraits. What does Professor Flitwick teach? Where am I going to sleep? Boromir decided to voice his questions.
"Professor, where am I going to stay?"
"Please, call me Patrick. It's not like you are a student here!" Flitwick said with a chuckle. "You will be staying in a room next to my. I suppose it should be a conjoining room…yes…I'll have to conjure it though."
"Patrick," Boromir thought it felt odd to call him that, although he did not know why. "What do you teach?"
"Charms, my favorite subject, personally." Flitwick replied. He stopped suddenly. "We are here." They were standing in front of two book shelves. "The bookshelf on the right is for the students. The password for them is "patronus". However, you do not need to know this. The left bookshelf is the one you must remember. This is the passage to our rooms. The password is "Giant Wars".
At that moment, the bookshelf on the left hand side started to rise. It exposed a wooden door. Flitwick motioned for Boromir to open the door. He did. Inside was a hallway which led to a room beyond. They both walked forward.
"Wow…" Boromir was astounded. The room was similar to the Gryffindor common room (although he did not know this), however, it was so much different. Everything was blue or gold. Though, instead of the basic desk and sofas, there were ancient and magical artifacts were everywhere. There were old portraits on the walls; gold balls were floating on the desk, rotating around each other; and multicolored sparks flew from the fireplace. There was so much more to see, but Boromir was very tried and felt like he had enough things to chew on for one day. Flitwick, who seemed to sense Boromir's weariness, finally spoke.
"Why don't you sit down on the couch? I am going to conjure you up a room." And with that, Flitwick walked up the stairs. Boromir sat in silence, trying very hard to stay awake. That was not hard as a few moments later an owl flew in through the window. This caught Boromir by surprise. The owl dropped a piece of parchment. He picked it up and examined it closely.
Flitwick returned to the room. "Well I have your room all set up." Flitwick spotted Boromir staring at the parchment. "What do you have there?"
Boromir looked up. "Oh, a bird flew in through the window. It dropped this." He held out the note.
"Thank you! I'll take that." Flitwick reached up to take it. He opened it and started to read. When he was done he put it in his pocket. "Alright then, I guess we should be off to bed." Flitwick led Boromir upstairs. Again, there were two wooden doors. Flitwick pointed to the left one. "This one is mine, that one is yours. Call if you need anything. Good night!"
Meanwhile:
Frodo, Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Gryffindor Common Room. Frodo would have looked around except he was dead tired. Hermione was the first to speak.
"Frodo, I would let you go upstairs and sleep, but we really need to inform you on what is going on, nowadays."
"Alright…" Frodo replied sleepily. The four sat down on the sofas. Wow…Frodo thought. This sofa is so comfy… Hermione was talking on and on. Frodo was paying no attention. Last thing he heard was something about an evil dark lord bent on taking over the world. Nothing new… And with that, he fell asleep.
Frodo woke up. He was lying in a strange bed. It felt like it was still dark outside. However, at that moment some one threw open the curtain that, apparently, was surrounding his bed. It was actually very bright out. Ron was standing over him.
"Hey sleepyhead! It's time to wake up, unless of course you want us to miss our first class!"
Frodo, reluctantly, got out of bed. He was still wearing the same clothes he fell asleep in. On a side table was a set of black robes and a red and gold tie. Then he noticed the room he was standing in. It was a round room, which contained six four poster beds. He was only joined by Harry and Ron.
"Well, come on now! Hurry up!" Frodo grabbed the robes, pulled the curtains closed, and got dressed. When he was done they walked downstairs and met up with Hermione.
"You all took long enough!" And then they left. Frodo noticed that Hermione liked to talk. She was currently saying that they needed to get down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As they entered, Frodo looked up and saw that the ceiling was bright and sunny; it seemed to mimic the weather. They all took seats at one of four long tables. Frodo also noticed that Boromir was sitting up at a higher table with what he assumed were the teachers. He gave Boromir a glare and turned to Harry. He did not want to ask Hermione, as she was most likely to go into a long speech.
"Harry, who are all of the teachers? What do they teach?" the hobbit asked.
"Oh, well, that one there is Professor Sprout and she teaches Herbology. She is talking to Professor McGonagall and she teaches transfiguration." Harry went through all of the teachers until finally he reached the side that Boromir was sitting at. "That is Snape. We can't stand him, I mean; he really is horrible to us. He teaches Potions. Flitwick teaches Charms and then there's your friend. Um, that's all really."
Just as Harry finished a swarm of owls flew in through the windows. Frodo reacted very similar to how Boromir acted last night.
"Frodo! Calm down! It's just the mail!" Ron tried to get Frodo to sit down.
When the last owl left, Frodo looked at Ron as if asking "What the heck just happened?" To this Ron said, "We get our mail delivered by owls. They are so much quicker than regular post and they never get lost! By the way, are you going to eat anything?"
Frodo looked down and saw that the whole table was filled with food of all sorts. His eyes went very wide. Suddenly, he jumped up and took a bit of everything.
"Mmmm! This is so good! When's elevensies?"
"Elevensies?" Harry looked puzzled. "We don't eat again until lunch."
"Oh…" said a disappointed Frodo. In the Shire they had breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper. He couldn't believe they only ate three meals a day.
Hermione started to talk again, this time about what their classes were. "Ok, after breakfast we have Herbology and Potions. After lunch we have double Charms and History of magic. Let's go!"
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