Author's Note(IMPORTANT): Sorry I was gone for so long, I was just on a school trip for a few days and I could not bring my laptop. If you have been reading this story and do not already know, I changed a few things and made this a soulmate AU to go along with the Hogwarts AU. I would recommend going back and either just reading the Author's Note on the first chapter to understand the fundamentals of soulmates in the wizarding world or just go back and reread the chapters, since I added things to them.
"First years, this way, follow me!" A teenage boy with brown hair and a charming smile yelled to them, motioning for them to walk with him to a corridor with many staircases. "Please watch your steps on the staircases, they tend to move a lot," the boy said, pointing to one of the staircases that was in the process of moving. "My name is Finn and I'm the prefect here in Gryffindor. Indra is the Head Girl, and Kyle Wick is Head Boy, so you can come to either of them or me if you have any questions,"
He pauses in front of a portrait of a plump looking lady in an environment that looked like what Italy may have looked like during the Renaissance. "Each common room is guarded in a different way and in different areas, and ours is right behind this portrait. Each common room also has a password of sorts, and they change every so often. The current password is Ste Yuj, and I won't be repeating that. If you can't remember the password, you can ask your friends," and with that, Finn turned to the portrait and recited Ste Yuj and the portrait swung open to reveal the common room.
To Clarke's right there were comfortable looking armchairs, and a crackling fire. To her left were four poster beds with red, silk sheets. "Downstairs are the boy dormitories, upstairs are the girl's. I do not recommend trying to go upstairs if you are a boy because, trust me, it won't work," Finn said walking off to his own bed with the fourth years.
Clarke waved goodbye to Jasper and made her way upstairs. Once she was upstairs, she noticed that to her right were the beds, which looked the same as the boys, and their were bookshelves and drawers all over the place. Clarke didn't know many people in Gryffindor, so she was nervous as she tried to make friends. Someone had beat her to the punch though, because there was already a hand stuck out to her, and Clarke smiled, taking it.
"Hi, I'm Zoe, but my friends call me Monroe," the dirty blonde girl said with a smile, which Clarke returned.
"I'm Clarke. Clarke Griffin,"
"Clarke Griffin the Gryffindor. Well isn't that something. Any chance your friends with Raven the Ravenclaw?" Monroe said, chuckling quietly to herself.
"Yeah, actually. We met on the train," Clarke explained sheepishly, cursing the irony in her and Raven's name. Monroe then proceeded to burst into laughter, patting Clarke on the back.
"I like you, Clarke. You're funny," Monroe said, nodding in Clarke's direction. Clarke shrugged, shooting her a smile. Clarke made her way to one of the beds, the one closest to the window, and set her stuff down. She noticed that her other luggage and Flame was waiting for her. Monroe placed her stuff down right next to Clarke's bed, and a cat jumped into her lap.
"Keryon! I've missed you, little buddy!" she said, and the cat purred. Clarke looked to Flame, and opened his cage, knowing he would probably want fresh air. Flame stretched his wings, flapping them as he jumped out of the cage and onto Clarke's arm. He nipped Clarke's ear, and looked to the window. Clarke knew what he was thinking, and she opened the window so Flame could fly around.
He had been stuffed up in a cage and in her attic, so she could imagine how good it must have felt for him to finally just fly around. At that point Clarke decided to pull out her pen and write on her hand.
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Expect the Unexpected (Clexa)
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