August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter Eight

CW: tiny bit of violence but not really. also cheesiness

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When Robyn got to the top of the stairs she frowned, realising she didn't know the password to get in. She moved closer to the door, which had a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle at the centre of it. With hesitation, she moved to knock, but was interrupted as it suddenly spoke,

"Why can't a man living in Scotland be buried in England?"

She jumped about a foot high.

Well, that's quite lucky, actually. She only had to figure out the password. She wouldn't be locked out all night...as long as she figured it out. But it was easy! She hoped it was this easy every time. What if she were running late but needed to grab something inside, and couldn't work out the answer? She shook her head and replied, "Because he is still alive."

The door opened.

She took in the room as she walked in. It was beautiful. Maybe being a Ravenclaw wouldn't be so bad. It was circular and airy, with graceful arched windows punctuating the walls. The windows were hung with blue and bronze silks. The ceiling was domed and painted with stars, which were echoed in the midnight-blue carpet. There were tables, chairs, and bookcases, and in a niche opposite the door stood a tall statue of white marble. There were portraits of famous Ravenclaws hanging on the walls.

"There you are!" someone called to her. She looked around for the culprit, and saw it was the girl Prefect from before. "Get lost, or something?"

"Er, or something," she mumbled. She really wanted to get to bed before she collapsed. She was feeling a bit woozy, but knew she wasn't about to have an episode.

"Well, good for you, solving the riddle on your own. You must be a true Ravenclaw!" The blonde girl laughed happily and Robyn stared at her. She didn't like that comment. "Penelope Clearwater, at your service," she said with a smile. Robyn didn't recognise the name but shook the girl's proffered hand anyway. "You'll want to take those stairs there down to your dorm; the one that says 'First Years' on it, obviously. Your friends are waiting for you," the girl finished, "Off you pop. Goodnight!" and she walked off.

Robyn stood still. 'Friends'? Yeah, right. Even if she wanted to be friends with them, she doubted they would accept her after she called Lana a Mudblood not even minutes after meeting her. Oh, well. She didn't need any more friends. She had Astoria, and the Carrows, and...that was it.

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Robyn stared at the door labelled 'First Years'. She was honestly a little nervous to confront the girls again. Well, Willow. The rest of them she could handle. Probably. Maybe not all at once...

The door flung open suddenly. Olivia was standing on the other side of it with a bright smile. "Oh, there she is!" she said in a surprisingly friendly tone and pulled Robyn into the room by her arm. This room was circular, too, and in the middle of it stood a circular bookshelf with bronze eagle statues on top of it. Around the room were five niches each with beds that were parallel to the wall, and just outside every niche stood a chest of drawer for each girl. Each niche had curtains, for which she was thankful for the privacy, and when she looked up she saw stars once more. There was one empty bed, the one in the middle. 'Great,' she thought dryly.

The curtains to the bed on the very right were pulled open abruptly and out walked Willow. "So!" she exclaimed while clasping her hands together. "Anything you'd like to say, Robyn?"