"FIRST YEAR GIRLS, follow me!" A sweet-sounding girl said, enthusiastically. She was about average height and an average build. Her hair was a pixie cut, quite messy but it suited her rounded face. She headed out of the hall, leading all nine girls to a landing of such that looked out to dozens of stairs, above and below. They were all moving! Adelia frowned, wondering how she was going to get anywhere. "I'm Alice, one of the Gryffindor prefects. If McGonagall isn't available or you have a minor issue then you come to me. I don't bite, I promise!" She said, flashing them a smile. "This way." The girl waved for them to follow her up the stairs. "This is the moving staircases. Often tricky and can get you lost in your first year. Though, the layout of the school is quite simple."
Mary and Adelia had linked their arms as they walked, turning to look at every picture that talked to them. It was all rather fascinating. As she looked up, Ada realised that it must be at least seven floors to the top and there were a few below them already. She had a feeling that they were going to be right at the top.
Sure enough, she was right. They reached a small wooden door and all headed inside. There was an archway to the left of them that seemed to lead to another portion of the school. Straight ahead was a painting of a curvy lady, dressed up in her finest clothes, who had put a smile on her face for the newest arrivals. To the left was just another wooden door, like the one they'd just passed through.
"On your right is McGonagall's office and sleeping quarters, you'll find her there or in her classroom," Alice explained before turning to the portrait. "Leo Corde." She spoke clearly and the door swung open. "Remember that or you'll be locked out. Try to keep it to yourself, as well. We don't need the other houses knowing." She advised before leading them inside.
It was rather cosy, more homely than her actual house. With the hues of deep crimson complemented by the orangey golds and dark oaks, it felt warm and inviting. In the left and right corner, there were alcoves with window seats and cushions with extra armchairs added. Scattered through the room were wooden tables with matching chairs and a large tapestry hung around all of the walls. Just by the entrance was a large fireplace that was surrounded by a large three-seater sofa, two armchairs, and a two-seater sofa. To finish off, from the high ceilings hung an enormous chandelier that carefully lit up the whole of the common room. She couldn't quite believe her eyes.
"Come on, let's show you the dorms." The prefect said, guiding them up the narrow spiral staircase. They passed different wooden doors before they all stopped. Alice read out five different names, allowing them to enter that dorm before continuing her walk. So many stairs. "Sorry, girls. You are at the top since there's only four of you. It's quite small but it has the best view, you'll prefer it when you get older." She explained, opening the wooden door to reveal their room.
Mary and Ada headed in first, taking the beds furthest away from the door. It was a strange layout really. It was more of a semicircle with the bathroom door, a desk, and then the exit. By that was two beds, the redhead had claimed the bed closest to the door and Marlene was next to her. Between the pairs was a large window that you were able to sit on, like the alcoves in the common room. And dead in the centre of the room was an old fashioned heater that looked prepared to be lit. Adelia was thankful to have gotten the bed by the window, at home she spent most of her time staring at the stars. It helped her sleep when she couldn't.
All of them were quick to start unpacking, except Adelia. She didn't have much. Sliding out her trunk, she placed her wand on the nightstand along with her tattered copies of Little Women and Pride & Prejudice. They were the only books her mum read to her and the only books she continued to read. Well until two Christmas' ago. Instead of getting presents, the three children gave them up so they could have a Telly. It was nice, they actually got colour on this one sometimes, it depended on the channel, and didn't have to listen to the radio anymore. Though, the two older Knightley children always ran back to the radio when 'I'm Sorry, I'll Read That Again.' was on the air.
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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 || marauders era
Fanfiction"You'll never live like common people You'll never do whatever common people do You'll never fail like common people You'll never watch your life slide out of view And you dance and drink and screw Because there's nothing else to do"
