The Side Character | Hermione x Male OC

Y1 Chapter 3: Halloween

The castle has over a hundred rooms with more, theorized, undiscovered. Finding an empty room is as easy as finding hay in a haystack. Finding the same one though is a different story.

In one of the rooms on the second floor, lately, students have been hearing whispers and clicking. Then an explosion. If one were to investigate, one'd find nothing but sticks in strange formations. Some students have proposed that it is simply a scary feature for the upcoming Halloween feast. Because it makes perfect sense to decorate only one room for a feast that will happen on a completely different floor.

A Gryffindor peek into the said room. Surrounded by dusty shelves is a desk in the middle, with a fresh smell of smoke. On the desk, he saw a feather smoking surrounded by sticks of dark oak wood. He was about to step in when he heard mutters of a death day. The voice sounded fierce but also desperate.

"This time, this time! They'll accept me!" He heard. The hair of his neck stood on it. The voice came far, from the other end of the corridor, but it echoes.

It's fine, he can escape easily, he thought. Then the door knocks.

There was only one door.

And he was holding it.

He dared himself to push the door further and take a full look. Then something white came at him.

He slams the door shut and briskly walks.

"Hello there!" Despite the friendly greeting, he sprints. Leaving Sir Nicholas the Nearly Headless Ghost with a frown. The ghost huffed and floated down, grumbling about how rude students are nowadays

Inside the room, Robert was on the floor, hands on his mouth. With tears in his eyes, Robert struggles to soften his laughter. He was the culprit of the room who hid behind the door.

"Feels much better." Robert sighs with a grin. His face is dirtied with black ashes and his curls, smoking. Robert with a white towel wipes his face and hair as he glares at the piece of smoking feather. Honestly, why do failures of magic end in explosions?

Robert got up and dusted himself, his fingers constantly stuck in between his hair. After he wraps the towel around his neck, he pulls out his wand. Eyes focused on the sticks, he quickly whispered, "Accio. Accio. Accio. Accio."

The sticks zoomed past, making the feather afloat. A smirk on his face as the sticks land perfectly in his hands. The summoning charm is one taught in their fourth year, but Robert chose it first to practise extensively. Being one of the oldest, its wand motion was the most simple. Plus, it's a very convenient spell.

The other spell though is a bit tougher. It's a spell they should be learning soon hence why he is practising it. Perhaps it's best to wait until the lesson then. Something about his words just seems off, because the spell never works.

Robert sneaks out of the room and heads back to the dorm, discarding the sticks on the way. After he answered the simple question, he entered. The Ravenclaw Tower feels very fancy. With blue curtains and blue carpet, a bookshelf for every window and a place made of white marble. It reminds him of the museums he visited during school trips. Robert always feels his back straighten when he's in.

As usual, the common room atmosphere felt stiff. Students in blue are studying on their lonesome with soft discussions being the only exception. Robert felt that if he coughed a little too loud he would be kicked out. Perhaps that's why the common room is rarely full, you'll find more Ravenclaws literally anywhere else. No weight on their shoulder and squawking happily.

Robert quickly steps down the staircase in the middle of the common room and finds his dormitory. At least it feels a bit homey since the floor is comfortably dark with beds placed next to windows. A shower later, Robert, in a blue sweater, rushed out of the Tower with books between his arms.