The Provisional Laws of Acquired Behavior or Learning

Authors Note: Not a bash fic. I can't spell Hogsmeade, I look it up on wikia and copy'n paste ALL THE TIME!

The weather in this fic is actually true to life. No OCs in this story ever, so if you see a name you don't recognise google it, you'll find it in the hp wikia, original behaviour and mannerisms on the other hand…
Also found a way to combine "Create a Fursona v3 Male by tony64", "FaceMaker by FoxRichards" and "Create a Griffin Flash by pidgepudge" on Deviantart to create way past better art, Meh trying to redeem this section of the fandom hasn't killed me yet but its trying.
Not quite happy with this chapter, may edit it later.

Disclaimer: I don't at this time own any published work of Sega or JK Rowling, if I did I'd gut the current Sonic fandom and only allow literate people to contribute cutting the fandom back by 90% and improving the quality by the same percentage.

Nicolas Grimmett stood "Ravenclaw first years! Follow me!" The female prefect went ahead with the upper years filing out of the great hall in a mildly orderly manner.
Positively tottering next to Susan, Maurice yawned tiredly. Really good food, a welcome atmosphere, the company of new friends and all beneath the night sky, he and the other first years were about dead on their feet in contented exhaustion.
Regardless of how tired he was Maurice kept track of the route to the Ravenclaw common room and was startled when a soft musical voice rang out from the front of the crowd.
A ornate door knocker in the shape of a animated bronze eagle with sapphires for eyes was speaking "You buy me to eat, but never eat me. What am I?"
Grimmett turned to the first years "This is the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, unlike the other houses our entrance is guarded not by password but by year appropriate riddles, the answer to this one I think is Silverware"

"Correct!" Chimed the eagle knocker, swinging inwards to reveal a passageway.

Blue banners, blue curtains, blue carpet bronze trimmings on the walls and bronze and blue decorations… Maurice already liked the place.
The Prefect Grimmett gestured around him "Welcome to the Ravenclaw common room house of the Intelligent, we have our own library with copies of everything in the Hogwarts library and contributions from our alumni however unlike the open library on the first floor this one is enchanted to grant the user what they need, the wards around the library acts following intent, for example a 1st year can't find a spell that would send them into magical exhaustion if they cast it, but by that same logic you can always find what you need, Usually you can look for a book and find it in at least 5 minutes wherever you're looking."
"Curfew is at 10pm for all students except 1st years which is at 8pm so be back in the common room before then. The first year dorm rooms are on the ground level and the 7th year dormitory is at the top floor. Student years have individual rooms to themselves thanks to our charms teacher and head of house, Professor Filius Flitwick."
Leading the group of students to a archway the prefect spoke "Boys head down the right corridor and find the room with your trunk, girls do the same on the left these will be your rooms for the rest of the year. I'll be in the common room if you have any questions"
Entering the first year dormitory at the far end of the hallway Maurice immediately zeroed in on his trunk at the foot of a plush four poster bed that looked heavenly, changing into a set of pyjamas Maurice flopped onto the bed half asleep but listening to the wind whistling around the tower, lulling him to sleep.

September 2nd 1991, Ravenclaw Tower
Morning was quite warm possessed of a very faint tint of water coating the windows from the lake precipitation, Maurice felt none of that half embedded in the soft mattress and half buried in the thick duvet cover. He could hear the wind winding its way around Ravenclaw tower brushing the many glass windows with a pleasant chiming. Contemplating lying in a little longer he shook his head to himself and forced himself upright, after all wanted to go for a run and explore the castle now whilst it was still early.
He'd explored the land surrounding Hogsmeade before he'd gotten his letter but the Hogwarts wards forbid any passage into the Hogwarts grounds, which encompassed the lake, the forest, the mountains to the north and the grassy plains to the south side of the lake.
The entire location was enchanted to be unplottable even with Hogsmeade right next door, but for Maurice who ran on foot too fast to be affected by intent wards before he'd ran a mile right through them? Not so much.
Strictly speaking Maurice (or anyone else) wasn't meant to know the exact location of Hogwarts, but through some clever triangulation using Hogsmeade as a marker he had managed to pin the location and even figure out the real non-magical name of the Black Lake, Loch Fannich. To the north, enchanted to appear to non-magicals as a small mount but actually formidably tall stood the mountain range known as Sgùrr Mòr.
The jagged peaks held innumerable magical creatures, plants and parasites and unlike the Forbidden Forest was actually warded to prevent entry or exit. It was impossible to even fly over because the place was home to a colony of Augurey-Fwooper hybrids who's songs echoed for miles. Though how an african bird renown for causing insanity with its song came to reside in the Scottish highlands as a invasive species was unknown.
Slipping on a fresh set of school uniform from his trunk now blue rimmed by magic Maurice quietly made his way downstairs trying to avoid disturbing those next door with his footsteps.
It turns out he wasn't the only one with that idea as moments after he entered the common room he was joined by a bright eyed and bushy tailed Susan.
Maurice mentally shelved the run in favour of saying hi. "Morning Susan, good nights sleep?"
Susan beamed "Great! Did you hear the windows whistling all night?"
The bluenet nodded "Sent me right to sleep easily enough, I only got up this early because I wanted to explore early before classes, Join me?"
Susan smiled "Lets go then" Maurice grabbed his book bag remembering at the last minute that Susan didn't need one and the two exited the common room together.
They stopped at more that one wizard portrait on the way to the great hall, a particularly helpful one, George von Rheticus directed them towards the Great Hall muttering about 'catching em early' and spoke at great lengths of the Professor of Astronomy whom he seemed to greatly admire.
Out of eyeshot Maurice subtly mimed gagging and was rewarded with an elbow to the side by Susan who was hiding a smile of her own.
Eventually making their way back to the Great hall Maurice virtually wolfed down breakfast consisting of bacon and eggs while he and Susan waited for the rest of their year to arrive.
"First day at a school learning how to warp the fabric of reality and everyone else is still snoozing" Grumbled Susan. Maurice laughed because when you put it like that…
"So what are you looking forward to most?" asked Maurice idly as he checked the various jugs for anything fizzy.
"Well there are some really interesting things that can be done with defence" Susan recalled some of her aunties bed time stories which often times included said auntie whipping dark wizards behinds in a usually epic and highly unrealistic manner.
Maurice shrugged "I like running a lot." for someone who had found his life calling magic wasn't very interesting to him more of a distraction.
"Well there is a language elective in 4th year that should help you if you want to travel the world"
Something struck Maurice as odd "Why so late?" after all children absorbed languages like sponges, adults not so much.
"I think it uses language potions and those are restricted"
"Why?"
Flitwick approached the table passing Maurice and Susan a timetable and spoke.
"Because the inventor didn't restrict how much vocabulary the potion taught the user"
Maurice took a moment to picture that and remembered exactly how mouthy the average 10 year old could get i.e. Dudley and restrained a grin "Swearing like sailors?"
"Precisely" and was it his imagination or did Flitwick look particularly pained for some reason?
"Hey, we've got Defence first thing!" exclaimed Susan attracting Maurice's attention as Professor Flitwick continued handing out timetables.
Maurice glanced at the timetable "Then History of Magic till 11 and a break for lunch and at 2pm we have Charms then Transfiguration and Astronomy. Doesn't seem to bad. Are we sharing classes with anyone?"
"With the Gryffindors first thing"
Maurice flipped his book bag strap over his shoulder "May as well head off early if you're so excited then"
"Third Floor, Corridor C" chirped Susan Maurice smirked at her enthusiasm.