Kismet

Flamel

The walk up to the common room was so confusing, but I was too excited to notice it. It was hard not to stop and stare at the talking portraits. A couple of them even commented, to stop staring. Everything was so welcoming, and better than I imagined.
As we approached the common room, the fat lady portrait grew in my vision as I came closer to her.
"Password?" The fat lady asked in an annoyed, deep tone.
'Flamel,' said a little voice from my head.
The portrait swung to the side, leaving an empty doorway in front of me.
"Hold on. I never said anything." I questioned the fat lady.
"Must you ask me things all night? You said Flamel and that's the password. Now get in Lexi." She said this in an exasperated voice.
Crawling through the hole, I emerged into the golden Gryffindor common room. Behind me I heard the fat lady mumbling about how I always asked her about homework, and what it's like to be in a picture. I ignored her. I've never been here in my life! I have no clue what she's talking about!
"Lexi! How was your holiday? Haven't gotten rusty on the broom have you? Practice starts next week." A boy said this sitting on an overstuffed red chair.
Holiday? Broom?
Shaking away my confusion, I nodded and went up the thick, cold stone steps towards the girls common room. Remembering how Hermione always turned left in the movies to the sleeping chambers, I went left. Through the doorway I found soft, cozy room with 5 beds wrapped in red and gold sheets. Curtains embroidered with the Gryffindor lion hung around each bed for privacy. A furnace sat in the center of the room, keeping in warmth. Small windows were across the entrance door.
Walking over to the bed labeled Lexi, I found my trunk layer neatly on top of the soft bed. Slow key opening the top, I find my Gryffindor robes like Hagrid said I had.
"Bloody hell," I said without thinking.
Wow Lexi. Now you're starting to talk like some British person.
I pull out the robes and place them next to my trunk. Underneath was some textbooks.
"Intermediate potion making, Standard Book of Spells; Grade 4, Hogwarts, a History, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them...wow! My own spell books!"
I dig through the last remaining space in my trunk. A burst of excitement goes through my chest when I see my wand. It was roughly around 10 inches, and very dark brown. Near the handle was paisley carvings.
I reached down and carefully took it out. My hair flew up and the wand glowed gold, also sending a gold mist around me. It felt like I was finally whole, a part of me sealed itself back together. This can't be dream.
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