Chapter 5: First Day Blues
Ugh…I really don't want to get up. If I'm lucky, Dad made something good for breakfast…probably not. Ryan opened his eyes slowly and jumped, surprised. After a few seconds, the painful and vivid memories flashed past his mind as he came to reality. He just spent his first night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He looked at his alarm clock. It was ten in the morning, and he had class at eleven. Drawing the curtains around his four-poster, he threw on some dark green pajama bottoms, a white T-shirt, and sandals to go eat breakfast. He entered the Hall and was completely mortified.
A sea of black lay before him. Slowly, every student began to turn their head in his direction, and then tell the others to have a look as well. It didn't take Ryan long to catch on. His hand frozen solid on the door handle from shock, he backpedaled two steps out of the hall and sprinted to the statue of The Weary Traveler at the top of the West Tower.
Ryan spoke the password hurriedly, "Bach Symphony," thrust open the statue's large backpack and dove into the tunnel that would slide him down to the Ravenclaw common room. He collapsed into the comfy sofa in front of the window overlooking the grounds, breathing heavily.
"This is definitely going to be a long couple of years," he said to no one in particular.
"Ha. You'll get used to it," said a little girl on the other side of the room.
"Yeah. Thanks," said Ryan as he stood up with a groan. He moped to the back of the common room and opened the door to the boys' dormitories. Down the corridor, third door on the left, he thought without meaning to. His black robes were folded neatly in his nightstand, waiting for him. Ryan looked at his alarm clock again. Ten thirty. He pulled his robes over his head, not caring that he was still in P.J.s underneath. The black shoes were a little too small when he put them on, but after a few seconds they fit perfectly and the shoes had tied themselves.
"Classy British…" he muttered to himself in annoyance. A few first and second years worked hard to stifle laughs as Ryan entered the Great Hall for the second time that morning. There was no food left at the Ravenclaw table. Instantly, Lena took notice and beckoned him to the Slytherin table. "Can I?" Ryan mouthed silently, raising his arms in a questioning shrug.
"Yes," she mouthed back, nodding and smiling brightly.
It felt so good to be accepted.