Ravenclaw Common Room Chapter 8:
Francis would probably have noticed which corners they turned, which staircases they went up, not to mention the dizzying staircase at the end of their journey, if he hadn't been so intently listening to Lucinda Grant whom were chattering next to him. He'd been taught from early childhood to be attentive to females; no matter their age, connection to him or talkative manner. She didn't stop talking before they stopped walking.
Looking around everyone else, Francis saw a bronze eagle head-shaped door knocker attached to the door. The male Prefect took the door hammer and knocked with it. The eagle opened its beak and said,
'Which creature has one voice and yet becomes four-footed and two-footed and three-footed?'
'Man; as a baby we walk on all fours, when we get older, we walk on two and in old age we walk with a stick.', the male Prefect answered.
'Excellent reasoning.', the eagle said.
The door swung open, and in they went to a wide and circular room. The first thing that Francis laid eyes on when he walked in was a white marble statue of a woman wearing a tiara standing beside a door in a niche. Looking around he saw that the ceiling was round (domed, he thought the name was), painted with stars that were stylishly reflected in the beautiful midnight-blue carpet. And the windows! Oh, the windows! Francis felt his heart sore with joy for the way the Ravenclaw Common Room had been decorated. Especially how the windows, gracefully arched, was lending an airy feel and tying everything together with the blue and bronze silks that hung to the sides.
'My name is Yasmine Granger, no relation to the Minister, and I'm one of your Prefects alongside Terrance Minchum here. Any questions you got, regarding locations, staff or other things concerning school; feel free to ask us. To get to your dormitories, you walk through the door by the statue of our founder, Rowena Ravenclaw. The first door you meet, leads to the boys' dormitories, the second to the girls' dormitories.'
'It's rather straight-forward to find your specific dormitory after that; it's got a plaque with "First Year" on the door.', Minchum continued.
If Francis had adored the Common Room, he loved the little dormitory. Smaller than his bedroom back home in France, it was still lovely.
He had to share it with four others, but he'd given his word to his dad that he would be on his best behaviour towards his fellow students.
Even if many of them were British, or worse, English.
But he would rise above that, as he would rise above them making fun of the way he said Hogwarts ('ogwarts).
It was not his fault that the French language was superior!
With a little self-satisfying nod, he went to his chosen bed and fell asleep
Author's notes:
It's never specified (that I can remember) how the Ravenclaws get to their dormitories, so I just included something I thought made sense here. Hope you like it!
The Wizarding World is owned by J.K. Rowling, APH is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, and this story is owned by me.
In the next chapter:
The Hufflepuffs and the Slytherins walked down the staircases together until the second-to-last staircase, at which point Gilbert had given up extricating himself from Rachel. (...)
They'd gotten to the dungeons now, a slight moist part of it, with rooms on either side of the creepy (although Gilbert would never admit that out loud) hallway, only illuminated by green lanterns that barely cast a glow. But the Prefects seemed to know where they were going.
Finally, they stopped by a stretch of bare, damp stone wall.