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I found the CYOA on questionable questing go the [NSFW] R34 Economy CYOA thread and at the bottom of the opening post you'll find the words Gforce 1000's CYOA just above a link. I used the CYOA I found via that link to base this series of stories on. There's also a DLC to go with it called Gforce100's first DLC for Low-Anime Rule34 Economy CYOA that you can find in the thread marks.

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Part 3

Diagon Ally. Wizarding World.

Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour was a shop that sold ice cream as the name strongly suggested, but not all it sold was aimed at children or adults with a sweet tooth. The store was located in the north side of Diagon Alley, next to the Second-Hand Bookshop that Raven and I had just been into while looking for some rare books. We'd found nothing of any real interest in the book store and since it was such a nice day I'd figured that we should have a treat before we got back to exploring this magical world.

I wasn't worried about the Deputy Headmistress seeing us as if she and asked why we were here I'd just say that we'd come here to check out the ally without having to rush about buying our school stuff. It wasn't even a lie as we were looking around at a more sedate pace then we had before. Something my bank balance would later reflect.

The Parlour was a small shop with places to sit down while inside and a small area outside with a bunch of tables and chairs to make use of when the weather was pleasant. Inside, there could be found lots of colourful ice-cream on display, and while many flavours and combinations were unknown to me and didn't sound at all tasty, there were some basics like vanilla as well as iced coffees, one of which I was currently enjoying.

I was also reading the paper, looking for a report of that break-in at the bank. So far there seemed to be no sign of that, but if my memories served me well then Harry Potter wouldn't even be aware of the Wizarding World at this point in the timeline, and I felt sure that the break-in took place after he makes it to the school. Unless something major changed the course of events it looked as if things were happening as in they did in the books.

The paper did contain some interesting information, such as a very small article about me. It was far from headline news, but it was now known to people of the magical world that the long lost scion of the noble Twycross family had been located and would be attending Hogwarts in September. I now knew a lot more about my family in this world than I had before.

For example, I had a distant cousin called Wilkie Twycross who was an Apparition Instructor over at the Ministry of Magic. Since I wanted to learn to apparate as quickly as possible it seemed wise to write to him and to ask him for private lessons. He might give extra attention to his family if I played the orphan card and maybe even a discount.

"What was that letter you got this morning?" Raven asked me.

She seemed far less interested that she really must be. Not knowing what was in the letter must be making her very curious as this wasn't the first time she'd inquired about it.

"We can move to Twycross Manor today" I let her know "We just need to pick up the deed from the right department at the Ministry".

I was quite happy here in the alley in our rented rooms so I hadn't been too interested in the mansion figuring that it wasn't going anywhere.

"Come on let's go check it out" she decided, clearly wanting something to do "The Ministry might be worth a look as well".

I finished my coffee and then we headed out of the Leaky Cauldron so that I could summon the Knight Bus. I didn't want to ride that infernal machine so I would need to get the mansion hooked up to the Floo Network at some point so that we could get the mansion via fireplaces.

The Floo Network was a mode of wizarding transportation in which a witch or wizard went from one place to another by means a powder called Floo Powder and a fireplace. Many fireplaces were connected in the Floo Network, and the traveller needed only speak the location of the desired fireplace at which they wished to arrive very clearly as they stood in the emerald green flames. Although generally reliable, mistakes could happen. Speaking the name of the destination loudly and clearly upon entering the Floo flames was sometimes difficult, due to ash, heat and panic. After all, you had to travel by fire and that could be unnerving for many.

They should be able to handle that at the Ministry. As for getting into the Ministry, there was supposed to be a telephone booth that we had to use in order to get in. I felt certain that between Raven and me we'd figure it out.

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Twycross Manor. Wizarding World.

Once the paperwork had all been sorted out, and there was always paperwork, Raven and I found ourselves standing outside of imposing stone-built Manor House the address of which we got from Gringgots via the Ministry. The big house came with 3 floors (not counting the cellar and the attic) with enough grounds for a very impressive set of gardens that made me glad I'd been careful to optimise myself so as not to have hayfever. No swimming pool, but I didn't care about that, I'd never really been one for swimming even I could do it well enough.

The floo network would be connected to my house's main fireplace in the living room sometime before Xmas as the Ministry didn't seem to care to do anything in a reasonable time frame, but since we wouldn't come back here until Christmas once we left to go to the college that wasn't much of an issue. I did wonder if bribes were a way to get things done faster, only I didn't want to get into trouble by trying to bribe the wrong person.

While Raven and I wandered around the property I soon discovered that the most exceptional of views could be found in the upper level of the north wing of the house, which looked out towards fields that were part of the grounds that were kept free of Muggles thanks to certain charms. By choice, my new bedroom was in that part of the house, so I would be able to enjoy the views often.

The Manor Hosue, from which the Twycross family had once ruled the lands around had a total of 10 bedrooms, most of them smaller guest rooms, of which all but one had their own en-suite facilities, that bedroom had been for a baby judging by the cot that was still in there. The colours in the room along with the toys made it clear it was meant for a baby boy. I figured that it must be part of my backstory just like the rest of this house could be since it may not have existed before. It depended on how the CYOA worked.

Also, there was a game room that contained a pool table, a dartboard, a drinks cabinet that had been kept full of drinks, a table for card games, and what I guessed to be some sort of wizard games, as well as some books and magazines from both the Muggle and the magical world. While there was wizard radio in this world, I lacked proper entertainments here, such as TV and a games system, not that this was a big loss given that it was early 1990's. Compared to what we had in my time the TV and video games of this decade weren't worth bothering me.

My lone harem girl was most impressed by the three-story library. Within it were a big globe, a writing desk, some paintings, a magnificent fireplace, carpets and a few chairs on the colourful ceramic floor. The library possesses thousands of shelves and what seemed to be an endless amount of books with some staircases that lead people to higher shelves that were filled with even more books. The two shelves closest to the main entrance were at least two stories high, while the shelf at the back was three stories in height. There were some statues and other decorations in the library but they didn't matter compared to the books. There was more than enough here to satisfy even Raven. I could well imagine Hermione Granger having to be dragged out of the library kicking and screaming. Something that amused me.

"There must be a House Elf somewhere around here," I said to Raven when she'd commented on how clean this place was "But since I don't know his or her name I can't summon them".

A small pop sound was heard.

"Rooby is here young Master," said a House Elf.

A House-elf (sometimes also referred to as just Elves) was a magical being which is immensely devoted and loyal to the one designated as their master. I already knew that House-elves serve wizards and witches and are usually found under the employment of old wizarding families taking residence in elaborate establishments, like mansions, and must do everything that their masters command unless they are freed. A house-elf can only be freed when their master presents them with clothes. House-elves have their own brand of wandless magic which, despite their small physical size, is very powerful, anyone who'd seen Dobby blast Lucius Malfoy in the second movie knew all bout that House-elves also presumably produce elf-made wine, given its name. I'd tried some at the Leaky Caudron, it was quite nice.

Just by looking at the little creature, I could tell that the Twycross family treated their servants better than the likes of the Malfoys and this was good. His uniform he wore some kind of little butlers uniform, was clean and I saw no signs of injury. Hopefully, these weren't the kind of elves who punished themselves.

"This arrived for you young Master," the little butler guy told me as he handed over some device "It seems important".

The device turned out to be some sort of interface between myself and the CYOA. Since I'd spent all my points I couldn't buy any more harem members or perks so I assumed that it would be useful when I complete this objective of this world and it was time to move on. The device even let me know that a DLC for budget girls was available. I might consider purchasing some girls from that list if I ever needed some eye candy. But that could happen in the future, I had concerns for the present that needed addressing.

"Who dropped this off?" I asked.

The House Elf looked a little nervous. Was he worried that I'd be mad at him?

"A big eye somehow knocked on the door and told Rooby to give this to you, young Master" I was told, "Did Rooby do something wrong".

I confirmed that he didn't. Sauron's little brother just have forgotten to give it to me, or maybe the scary eye had mentioned it and I'd forgotten in all the excitement. To be fair to me this whole thing was rather freaky so I was sure to make a few mistakes.

"It is good that you have come back, young Master" the Elf was now saying "The house has been too easy to clean since you left, and you have brought a young Mistress with you. Is she to be the next Lady Twycross?".

Raven and I looked at each other, I felt a little awkward for a few moments, and then I realised that since my family had once owned all the land around here then I could be considered a noble of some sort and she the lady of the house.

"This is Miss Rachel Roth" I let the creature know "She will be staying here with me when we're not attending Hogwarts".

This creature seemed sane unlike Kreacher, a House Elf who lived in another Wizarding home.

"Have you been well, Rooby?" I asked.

The elf seemed surprised by the question.

"Rooby is fine," he told me "as are the other House Elves who are glad to see young Master has come home at last".

Well, at least he'd had some company all those years he'd been alone. Upon seeing him I'd become concerned that he might be like Kreacher.

"Will everything be okay with me moving back in?" I wondered "Need any help stocking the larder or anything like that?".

Again the House Elf seemed shocked that I asked.

"We will take care of everything young Master," said the House Elf "As we always have".

In the future, I might look more into how House Elves worked and lived, for now, I had other things to focus on.

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Twycross Manor. Wizarding World.

When I woke up I found that it was Raven's chest that I was using as pillows, and I'd had the weirdest dream. Only then I recalled that my dream had just been my mind sorting out the information it had gathered recently and I was in fact living within a mansion within the magical world of Harry Potter with Raven, formerly of the Teen Titans, serving me a companion in ways that involved serving me in and outside of the bedroom.

"Are you okay?" Raven asked of me "and don't say you're fine because that won't work. I have empathic powers".

I'd forgotten she could sense my true feelings so I admitted that I was feeling a little overwhelmed Humans were adaptable creatures, but we had our limits and I'd been through a lot of changes recently, but I felt sure that I would be fine.

"Did I wake you?" I asked, "Sorry if I did".

She didn't seem bothered.

"You were tossing and turning a little" Raven informed me

She got out of bed and since she'd slept naked because I wished for her to, I got to check out her body again. Either she was impossibly sexy by nature or she'd been able to get a lot out of Optimization Perk. Not that I would judge as I'd altered a lot about myself.

"I know how to make you feel better" my spell casting consort then said, "How about we fool around in the shower. I want to try it and this house has them".

By now, I could feel other parts of me waking up and I figured that a nice hot shower would make a nice change from the baths rather cold baths they had at the Leaky Cauldron and the orphanage. The Master Bedroom had an impressive ensuite bathroom with a decent shower and bathtub that had looked as if it should have two occupants.

"Are you going to get rid of those?" she said while looking at my underwear.

Raven then pulled them down slowly, freeing my erection so that the two of us were now completely naked, and while she did stare at me as I'd looked at her as she'd gotten out of bed. She seemed a lot more confident about sexual stuff ever since we'd started doing it, but for a moment or two, I got to watch her blush when she realised that she was staring at my hard cock. As the shower came on we started kissing. Once the kiss was broken we stepped into the shower together and let the warm water pour over our bodies.

"This feels great," I said.

Raven grabbed a bottle of shampoo off the rack and began pouring some into her hand. She then spread it all over my hair. Which she seemed to enjoy doing quite a lot.

"Do you mind if I cut this" Raven asked me, "I think it would look better if it was shorter".

This wasn't the body part I wanted her focus on, but if it made her happy to stand on her tiptoes and shampoo my hair then it was fine with me. Since she was the one who had to look at me the most I figured that letting her decide on my hairstyle could be fair. After all, I'd gotten her to shave her pussy for me.

"As long you keep your hair long," I said to her her "It suits you".

Once she was done with my hair the former Teen Titan grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash all over my body, she started off with my neck and back. Then she picked up a bar of some soap that was not mine as it smelled all fancy, and put into my hands. So I started washing her and when I reached her breasts my male hormones really started to kick in. I rubbed the soap and lathered up her breasts causing her moans to become loud enough that I knew it was sexual for her.

"Oh," Raven gasped in delight.

I decided to tweak and play with her nipples. This got us both of us even aroused and as I ran my fingers down her stomach, to the opening of her shaven haven I totally forgot about the cleaning as I put two of my fingers inside her and began to thrust them in and out. Soon her moaning became louder still and I hoped the House Elves knew to give us privacy.

"James... I'm going to climax if you keep that up," she said

She closed her eyes and arched her back as I picked up the pace. I just kept thrusting my fingers in and out of her even faster as Raven made lots of interesting noises. Just as she was about to climax I picked up the pace yet again and she screamed in a display of noise and emotion that I would not have expected from a character who is normally so stoic.

Once she had calmed down she diverted attention to my cock and began to gently massage it with soft hands that were very quickly becoming rather skilled at such things. I couldn't help staring at her chest as she pleasured me as they seemed a little too good to be true. I was a butt guy, but her boobs got their share of my attention.

"You like my breasts don't you?" Raven said with a slight smile as she started moving her soap covered hands faster and faster "You're the only one who gets to see them, and to play with them".

I only nodded in reply.

"Good because there's something I've been wanting to do ever since I got larger breasts," she told me "And I think you'll like it if I do it.

Raven then crouched down until she was level with my cock and she placed my fully erect manhood in between her soapy wet breasts and massaged my dick with them. That she'd made her breasts bigger didn't surprise me and I approved of her choice.

"Oh fuck!" I called out.

It felt so good that I had to struggle to stay standing up. The naughty witch on her knees seemed to know exactly what she was doing and she wasn't giving me any time to deal with this sensation. Her breasts were just too perfect.

"Raven I'm going to!" was all I was able to say.

She smirked up at me.

"Do it." Raven said as she massaged my cock in between her breasts even faster "I want you to cum".

Which I did and soon I coated her tits with my cum, but the water quickly cleaned it all away.

"That was so hot." she said while wiping herself down with a sponge "I read about doing this sort of thing, but it's so much more fun to do it for real".

I figured that we'd be trying a lot of interesting things before we left this house and even more while at college if we found some private space.

(Line Break)

King's Cross Station. Muggle Britain.

When Raven and I made it to King's Cross station with plenty of time, I was not in the best of states. My hair was a mess and my clothes looked as if I'd slept in them. It was with shaky legs that I dragged my trunk from the bus that seemed intent on giving me a case of internal bleeding. I didn't bother to look back as it jolted away as soon as my trunk and I cleared the door. None of the muggles who were milling about seemed to have noticed the bus shaped blur.

I'd been to train stations a number of times during my first life, including Paddington station, which sadly did lack in talking bears from Peru when I'd visited the place. This version of King's Cross looked nicer than I remembered. Less litter and there were no homeless people about.

Despite the delay this morning caused by us oversleeping I was much too early to catch any glimpses of Harry Potter or the Weasleys, which was a good thing in my view as I wanted to avoid getting caught up in their shared story too soon

"You know we could have taken the bus directly to Hogsmede and then checked out the village rather than spend hours on a train," I said to Raven "It's not as if we actually have to take the Hogwarts Express".

Raven didn't agree.

"It's part of the Wizarding World experience" she argued "and you don't like it we can just floo to your mansion to the Three Broomsticks net time and then vice versa".

I counted out the platforms until I found the 9th and 10th. I then saw someone pass through a barrier so it wasn't hard to guess what to do next even I hadn't seen it in the movie. The entryway looked like an ordinary wall to me, so I had to wonder, did ever muggles accidental lean on it? Perhaps the entrance only opened on certain days at certain times and there must be some sort of Charm on the wall that kept Muggles from touching it.

With Raven following, I shuffled closer and tried to nonchalantly look around. When I felt fairly certain that no one was looking this way I poked a finger into the barrier. It went through, and I didn't feel anything. Perhaps it was a magical version of a hologram and really there was no wall.

I stepped forward and as I did this I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I was on another platform or somehow between them. Yet I was pretty sure that I was still in King's Cross because it had a certain smell, which raised all sorts of questions that I wasn't even sure that I had the words to ask in. Would any wizard understand me if I asked about trans-dimensional engineering? Or was that just something that only existed in Doctor Who?

The Hogwarts Express lay before me, gleaming in the late morning sun. The platform was already crowded. Parents were saying farewell to their older offspring, and children of all ages were running about like the sugared upped runts that they really were. No doubt they were very jealous of their more mature siblings yet happy they were going as it meant more attention for them from the parents, many of which looked as if they thought they'd never seen their older kids ever again.

I could see a line forming for getting our luggage secured. The House Elves might unload the stuff when we arrived, but they didn't put the stuff on the train for us. The trunks had to be loaded rather than carried as I'd been told that you couldn't shrink a trunk if it was bigger on the inside for some reason. Apparently, it would explode and scatter my possessions about, which I didn't want. This limit made some sense as this civilization was made of wizards, not Time Lords.

As I loaded my school stuff onto the train I looked around for any famous faces, I could see the top of what might be Hermione Granger's curly brown hair, but I really wasn't sure, and I didn't want to do anything stalker-like by seeking her out. I would meet her in good time, and then decide if I should groom her as a companion. Raven would be able to replicate the contracts sooner or later.

I also had my eye on Luna Lovegood, not literally at this point, but she was a potential companion and a fun character. She should be at the college next year, but perhaps I could seek her out once I had an easier time moving around the country. If nothing else if I befriended her before she came to the school it could make things easier for her while at Hogwarts.

After getting onto the train I picked an empty compartment for the two of, and upon sitting down I found that the sets were a rich brown leather which made them very comfy. This was a good thing as we'd be sitting on them for some time to come.

Rather suddenly the compartment opened, a group of older students looked at me and Raven, then closed it again. Then a group of even older students looked at the two of us and then closed the door to the compartment. After this happened a couple of more times, and I was left wondering if I smelt bad or something, but I figured that friends just wanted to hang out on their own.

After a while, a boy opened the compartment who looked to be my age. He had dark brown hair and was rather tall, but no glasses. I knew who he was right away, and it seemed that the important characters appeared as they did in the films only they looked like their older selves in the first year, which would help me recognise them. Neville Longbottom, it could be no one else, then he left like everyone else, he did not want to bother us.

"We should start studying" Raven suggested, "We'll fall behind the other students if we're not careful".

I could well imagine the Purebloods have private tutors and because I refused to be beaten by moronic inbred bluebloods so I got down to some studying. Sure I could think of more fun things for us to do in a train compartment, but there would be time for more of that later.

(Line Break)

Train Station. Wizarding Britain.

By the time we had reached our destination, night had fallen across this land and the small station we'd arrived at had been largely deserted by the locals assuming that this station was ever busy. Was there even more than one train in the Magical parts of this country?

There was a village here if the many lights and the occasional smoking chimney were anything to go by. I remembered that it was called Hogsmede and that students in 3rd year and above could visit the place on certain weekends. Well, that was in the book/movies, in this version all the students could visit the village every weekend.

Many of the first-years soon had a rather dumbfounded look on their faces, and that was because of the half-giant, who I knew to be called Hagrid, who was soon leading us towards a small fleet of boats that were over by the lake. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and wider, he wore a large leather and fur coat, which only made him seem bigger, and he had dark hair that could be best be described as a rat's nest. Which was an odd phrase as did rats even have nests?

"So, who is he?" asked of my fellow students.

The young made could be Muggle-Born if so he never would have seen someone like Hagrid before now.

"That's Hagrid. He's the Keeper of Keys and Grounds for Hogwarts," I told the lad "He looks after the animals here at the school and does other stuff I guess".

And possibly did other things that I didn't know about. I knew that he did the odd chore for Dumbledore, whom Hagrid idolised as the Headmaster had set Hagrid up with the groundskeeper job after Hagrid had been unfairly expelled. Although I wondered how much Dumbledore really cared about Hagrid as he'd done nothing to stop him from getting carted off to prison just so the Ministry could be seen to be doing something about the attacks in Potter's second year.

My words to my fellow student should have raised even more questions, however, we were soon getting into the little boats, and this required our attention. The waters of the lake were black and ominous as well as full of life. I knew that not only did this lake contain a Giant Squid and a race of mere-people who called this body of water their home.

As for the small, oar-less boats, they didn't seem safe enough to me, but I figured that when you could alter reality by waving a fancy stick around and saying funny words, that safety equipment, like say those jackets that make you float in water, wouldn't be as much of a concern as they would be for Muggles.

After Hagrid tapped his own boat once with an umbrella, which I knew contained the remains of his snapped wand, the whole small fleet started moving towards the castle. No words, no lights, no fuss we just had smooth sailing. At least until the giant squid made an appearance, and since I'd ended up in a boat with Neville Longbottom who was known for his bad luck, we both nearly ended up getting grabbed by the squid, but Hagrid yelled something and the creature back off. Likely this was just the creature's way of saying hello.

About a minute later Hogwarts appeared through the mists ahead, although in truth we'd moved closer to it. Each and every first-year stared at it, their eyes wide, I was only a little less impressed than the others despite having seen it in the movies. The castle was all lit up and rather attractive to look at against the backdrop of a star-filled night.

As the small fleet of boats approached the foothills of the massive rocks that the castle was built upon, there was no sign of a boathouse, instead, we entered a wide-open cave, and this seemed wrong to me. Hadn't Voldemort killed Snape in a boathouse by the lake? Was that somewhere else on the grounds and just where the boats were stored? I'd have to explore and find out

Soon enough, we reached an underground boat bay which was illuminated by torches that had burst into flame on their own as we approach. From here I could see some stairs, they must lead up into the castle. This was a minor difference, so I knew that other things might not match my memory of the movies. This bit was from the books I felt sure of it. I just couldn't remember clearly. Raven might, but I didn't think it really mattered.

We all followed the half-giant to the entrance of the Great Hall, and here were met by a woman I knew to be the deputy headmistress as we'd met before.

"Tha firs' year students, Professor McGonagal" declared Hagrid.

She inspected us for a moment.

"Follow me, everyone" she then ordered.

This was also different than expected because I could remember that the students should have been alone at this point in the books. This universe seems to have elements from both the books and movies, while not exactly lining up with either and I knew this had to be true because I knew that my cousin the instructor is in one of the books, but not the movies. This could make things even more interesting.

The Great Hall more than justified its name; it was the size of a cathedral, and just as elaborate when it came to the decor. There were five big tables within the massive room, four for the students who were divided into their houses, and one at the far end for the staff. Candles hung on their own accord in mid-air, there had to be hundreds of them, and filled the vast space with soft light, without dripping a single drop of wax on anyone or anything. It was charming in a rather primitive sort of way.

I noticed the dining plates, the silverware and glasses that waited to be filled. They had to be worth a fortune even if they hadn't been enchanted. I wondered if any muggle-born had ever thought about stealing them and selling them at an antique shop. I might have considered doing so if not for my trust fund and the other ideas I had for making some extra money.

The most impressive and magical sight of them all was the night sky that seemed to have been brought inside and hung up overhead. Even someone who'd read all about it, (and I could hear a certain bushy-haired witch mentioning that she had) would be astounded by the site.

Many faces stared at us first-years as we were marched between the tables and towards the Sorting Hat, the shabby looking thing was now right in front of me. I had to wonder how it would react to Raven and I once it got into our heads. Very soon we'd find out, and I had to wonder if it would somehow go horribly wrong.

(Line Break)

Hogwarts. Wizarding World.

The Sorting went as expected with Raven, or Rachel as I had to remind myself to call her, getting sorted into the Ravenclaw House by the Sorting Hat along with me. The special hat knew we weren't exactly who we were supposed to be but the hat had told us both that it couldn't tell anyone what it saw in our minds. Something the Founders did to the hat and if Dumbledore was worried about the contents of anyone's head it would be Harry Potter's not mine or Rachel's.

This lead to me wondering if Raven and I weren't the only students here at the college who weren't what we appeared. Could there be a SI (self-insert) character here like in some fanfictions I'd read or had the hat just been created not to speak about what it saw in case some student had a secret he or she didn't want others knowing about such an abusive home life? If I ever met the hat again I might ask it about that.

The Ravenclaw common room was located in one of the castle's towers, it was a wide and circular space, almost like an oversized birdcage, only with proper walls and without the bars, or at least that was the impression that I got. It did work with the theme of the house. Aside from the spiral stairs, this tower had graceful arched windows, and on the walls were banners made from blue and bronze silks, the colours of the house. Ravenclaw was meant to be connected to the classic element of air, hence blue serving as the main colour for the house and the bird as the house symbol.

while there was no point system, we were expected not to embarrass the House or try to sleep in the wrong part of the castle. Other than that your House here at the school didn't matter much aside on the Quidditch pitch. At least not for the Ravenclaws who members would be more introvert than those in the other Houses.

The domed ceiling above us was painted with stars, which actually glowed in the dark, but it was the night's sky, which could be seen from the Great Hall at night. Still, it was an attractive feature of the tower. The tables, chairs, and heck a lot of bookcases could be found in the main room of the tower, as well a big white-marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw which sat next to the door that leads to the dormitories above.

"Boys go to the right for their rooms and girls on the left," said an older student.

It was explained to us that we have private rooms as there weren't that many students and while the girls could go up the boy's rooms the other way around wasn't allowed. I assumed that this to ensure that if students did bunk together then it was the girl who decided this would happen by going to the boy's room, making it clear that the guy hadn't tried to force the issue.

Unlike the other common rooms in the school, there was no password, instead, a riddle given by a bronze eagle-shaped knocker must be answered to enter. This could prove troublesome as anyone with enough intellect could intrude into the dormitory, but no one from other houses ever seemed to try, or if they did they were careful enough not to get caught. There had to be some couples from different Houses who wanted to visit each other's rooms.

Once I'd looked around I saw that Rachel had already made her way over to a shelf and was looking at the titles.

"An impressive collection" I commented.

An older student, who I was suspected was Cho Chang, the age difference made it uncertain with less well-known characters, told us that the books were left behind by former students to help future students with their studies. Generous and a good way of ensuring that Ravenclaw students had access to plenty of reading materials.

"We should head to bed," I said to my companion "The real learning begins to tomorrow".

I wouldn't be sleeping alone I figured as Rachel had gotten used to sharing a bed with me even if she had her room at the manor so that my bedroom didn't get cluttered up with her stuff.

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Hogwarts. Wizarding World.

"Remember, just as I told you," Filius Flitwick said as he walked amongst his newest class, which was made of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw First Years all learning altogether, "Swish…and flick! Just swish…and…"

He stopped as he noticed a lone feather not only flying through the air but also doing loops and other tricks. Someone was showing off a little, but even those who must have been able to study over the summer shouldn't be doing this well. It normally took a little time for even the gifted students to start doing any magic in class as it was harder to cast with your peers around you, then when at home.

"Very good, Miss Roth!" praised the teacher.

Clearly, the Muggle-born witch was a natural, doing better than the purebloods who would have the theory taught them years ago even if they hadn't gotten their own wands until recently. You never got the best results with someone else's wand and most parents did loan there's to the children in case they needed them. Some people inherited wands, but it was rare for a student to be much good with any wand before they got to the college.

"Come now, everyone," he turned about, looking at the rest of his students, "Please, everyone, please, let us practice and learn together! Swish…and flick!"

This was when the old teacher realised something, every student in the room was performing the wand movement, and saying the words, every student other than Rachel Roth, who wasn't even swishing the wand she was just using it to point were the feather should go, she also wasn't saying anything out loud.

Students at this level did sometimes know that the movements and words weren't as important as they might think. Performing spells non-verbally was very difficult for first years and required a good deal of practice, as well as concentration and mental discipline.

Different wand-woods also could also affect the performance of casting non-verbal magic. Many wands made from Dogwood are rather noisy and refuse to perform non-verbal magic, whereas wands of Pine are some of the most sensitive to non-verbal magic. Flitwick didn't know what kind of wand Miss Roth was using and he didn't think it mattered that much.

Yes, he would most certainly have to watch this one. Clearly, she had a natural talent for magic, a lot like Miss Granger and perhaps even more raw power.