After going down into the dungeons, Paige Halliwell and the rest of Slytherin house, were escorted into the common room by Severus Snape.

"Well, this is the common room of Slytherin," Severus Snape, the Head of the Slytherin House, finished his tour, with the usual speech, "Girls dormitory is over there," he pointed, "and the boy's dormitory is over there. Oh, the password to the common room changes every fortnight. It is posted on the noticeboard. Do pay attention," And, with that final warning, he turned and left. Professor Snape had more important things that he had to take care of.

Paige Halliwell, still a little nervous, looked around the room and sighed. Just then a darker skinned woman approached her, "Hi," she said with a smile, "I'm Pansy Parkinson." She extended her hand.

Paige smiled, shaking Pansy's hand, "Paige Halliwell."

Pansy nodded her head, "So," she asked, "You pure?"

Paige raised her right eyebrow up, "Pure?"

Draco rolled his eyes at Pansy's directness, walking over with a smirk, "What my colleague wants to know is are you one hundred percent witch. You know, no human blood?"

Paige shook her head, "Ah, I see. Well, no, if you separate human blood and witch blood, then I don't have human blood; however, I am neither one hundred percent witch either." She smirked.

Draco shook his head, "Huh?"

Paige laughed, "Well," she orbed away, reappearing beside Draco, "I'm also half whitelighter, on my father's side," she smirked as Draco jumped.

Draco shook his head, "I," he stuttered, "Well, I'll be." He looked around then straightened up, "So, you're not a pureblood but, at the same time, you aren't muggleborn." He looked thoughtful, "Not sure on this one."

Vincent Crabbe, being his usual stupid self, came behind Paige and poked her with his wand, "Think she's dangerous?"

Just as Crabbe did this, something from one of Paige's suitcases stirred. No one was paying rather close attention to this, besides Paige, who simply backed away from Crabbe, "Try that again and you will regret it."

Crabbe just looked to Draco, who nodded his approval, and smirked as he walked closer, "Oh, and what will you do about it?" He then poked Paige with his wand, again.

Paige smiled, "Me? Nothing," she laughed, "but her? A lot."

Crabbe looked confused, which was about the same as his usual face, "Her?" He looked over to Pansy, being the only other female, at least that he was aware of, who simply shrugged as if to say 'No idea.'

Suddenly, Crabbe found himself being held in a vice grip by a rather large Gartersnake, with black and yellowish skin. It slithered up his body as it wrapped its body around his, finally stopping as it reached his neck, "Paige, dearest," it spoke in parseltongue, "May I kill the fat bastard?"

"No, Maggie, let the poor stupid fellow go," Paige replied with a smirk.

Maggie, although being disappointed, obeyed her Mistress and slithered down the boy's body, loosening her grip until she was completely loose. Finally, she made her way over to Paige and wrapped herself around her. The difference? With Paige, she did so lovingly, even protectively, but with the stupid one; she did it in order to threaten and, perhaps, to kill him.

Nonetheless, Paige smiled and petted Maggie on her head, "Good girl," she spoke to Maggie in a loving tone.

Draco's mouth dropped open, "You're a parselmouth?" He said in surprise.

Paige raised her left eyebrow, "Got a problem with that?" She threatened.

Draco shook her head, "No, no," he said simply, "Just asking," he held his hands up.

Paige shook her head, "Later, losers," and with that she picked up her luggage and walked into the girl's dormitory. She certainly wasn't impressed with her housemates.

I wonder how my sisters are doing? She thought to herself.

Phoebe Halliwell, next to Amara and Emara, followed behind the Head of Ravenclaw; Filius Flitwick, who stopped in front of a door with only a strange eagle-shaped door knocker.

"Please remember," he said simply, "in order to gain entry, one must use the knocker to knock on the door and answer the riddle. If the riddle is answered incorrectly, you must wait for another of your housemates or me to come along. In this way, you learn." He then knocked on the door, using the door knocker.

The door knocker than slowly came to life as it smiled, in the way only an eagle can, and then spoke, "How do you make the number one disappear?"

Filius Flitwick looked around, "Out of the new students, does anyone want to answer?"

Phoebe thought for a moment and then raised her hand.

Filius nodded, "Go ahead," he encouraged.

Phoebe smiled and stepped forward, looking at the doorknocker, who returned her look, "Place a 'G' before one and it's gone."

The doorknocker laughed and nodded its eagle head, before finally turning back into its usual stoic self, as the door to the common room opened. The door remained open until all Ravenclaw students were inside.

"Good job, Phoebe," Filius complimented, as he followed Phoebe inside, "You'll fit in just fine here," he praised.

Phoebe smiled, "Thank you, sir," she said before following Amara and Emara up to the girl's dormitories. "Wow," she commented as she walked over to the bed they showed her, "This place is amazing!" She exclaimed, getting very excited now, "Wow." She giggled, "I probably sound silly."

Amara shook her head, "No," she disagreed, "Honestly, you sound like a new student. We all sounded that way; trust me, I did!" She smirked.

Emara nodded her head, "Yeah, so did I," she concurred.

Feeling more at ease, Phoebe sat down on her bed, and laid down, "I think I'm going to love being here," she commented out loud.

Pomona Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff, brought the students to the right side of the kitchen corridor. She stopped in front of a stack of barrels. "Now," she said simply, "Does any of the new students know the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff?

Piper knew the rhythm but didn't want to admit it, afraid that she would mess it up, so she remained quiet.

Pomona looks around and smiles, "Not to worry, students!" She says in a happy tone, "If you know it, that's okay. Just listen carefully."

She points her wand to the middle row, "Now, the middle row here is where we must start." She demonstrates by holding her wand in place. She then moves the wand up two times from the bottom, "The middle row is where we started and two from the bottom is where we stop."

She then taps the lid in the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff and a hidden corridor is revealed, "We then simply crawl through."

All of the other students begin crawling through, except Piper, who just watches. She slowly walks over to Professor Sprout, "Uh, Professor?" She quietly asks.

Pomona smiles, "Yes, Piper?"

Piper sighs, holding a sleeping Wyatt, "I don't think I can crawl through there with Wyatt," she says sadly.

Pomona smirks, "Don't worry dear, I already thought of that. Follow me." As they walk away from the passageway, the barrel lid closes.

They walk toward the other side of the room, "This is another way into the common room. The head of Hufflepuff house has often used this way, in order to avoid having to crawl through the barrel."

She then touches a spot on the wall, "Add Piper W. Halliwell and Wyatt W. Halliwell to the list," she says with a grin, as the wall clicks.

Piper looks confused, "The list?" She questions.

Pomona chuckles, "Nothing nefarious dear, just allows you to enter this way. Now, watch me dear." Still holding the spot on the wall, she says in a simple tone, "I'm home." With that, Pomona disappears.

Piper's eyes widen but she quickly moves to where the professor was standing. She then touches the spot on the wall and, thinking of Wyatt, says, "We're home." With that, both her and Wyatt disappear and then reappear inside the Hufflepuff Basement, the common room of the Hufflepuffs.

Professor Sprout nods her head, "Well done, dear, well done." She grins.

Prudence W. Halliwell, better known as Prue, was following the line lead by Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall led the students up the stairs and stopped before a portrait of a rather fat lady, "Students," she begun, "The password is," she faced the portrait, "Wattlebird."

With that, the portrait swung open, revealing the large tower within.

Prue stepped in and looked around, "Wow," she commented and shook her head. She looked around the common room and smiled, Too bad I only get a year here.

"Ms. Halliwell," McGonagall greeted, "This is Andy Trudeau, the Head Boy, and a good man. He's offered to show you around the school and the common room.

Prue smiled, holding out her hand, "Nice to meet you," she said, "I take it that we are the same year?"

Andy nodded his head, "Yep," he commented, "I was surprised that a seventh year student was accepted but, even so, welcome aboard." He smiled.

Prue finds herself wanting to giggle but doesn't, Must remain cool; Must remain cool! She reminds herself.