Disney's Hogwarts

Chapter Eighteen: Ravenclaw Roomies

Hiccup:

I woke up the next morning with a weird feeling in my stomach. I groaned. It was in need of food and had woken me up.

I opened my eyes and immeadiately had to shut them again. The light what fell through a gap of the bedcurtains was blinding me. 

With my eyes firmly closed, I felt for the curtain and pulled it open more. An explosion of light reached my eyelids and shone through. Very careful, I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the morninglight. 

When I was able to keep them open, I looked around the room and frowned.

By Odin's beard, how did I get here?

I was in a round room with a high cieling, surrounded by other beds with blue curtains. Next to the beds, there was a little cupboard with a bookshelve above it. 

It took two more seconds before I remembered: I was at Hogwarts, in the Ravenclaw Tower! I thought last night had been a beautiful dream, but as it seemed, it hadn't. 

This was real.

I grinned and stepped out of bed, hurting my left foot again on the side of my bed. But it didn't bother me anymore when the thought crossed my mind

It is my first schoolday!

I grabbed my schooluniform and thought about what happened last night. 

After I had been confronted with the fact that I had indeed been sorted into the 'smart house', food had appeared on the tables. There were so may things I didn't know but looked amazing.

I tried as much as I possibly could. The pastries had been amazing and the pancakes weren't like I'd ever tried before. I smiled at the memory of the small bowl of Skause standing not far from where I was sitting. 

I hadn't been surprised no one was eating it apart from me. Skause was a traditional Viking stew with boiled meat and vegtables, and I could imagine it looked vomit with bits to outlanders.

Yet to me, it tasted like home. 

I had escaped Berk with relief, done with everything there because I wasn't good enough. But now, surrounded by sleeping wizards in a tower at six in the morning, I felt a little homesick. Back at home, I had had Gobber, and perhaps even my dad. Now I only had Jack, and he was in another house, Slytherin. 

I sighed as I tried to remember what happened after the feast. The firstyears of Ravenclaw had followed Robert Hilliard, a Prefect who seemed a little sarcastic. He had led us through the big doors of the Great Hall towards the main stairs. We stopped walking at the top of it and we all looked up in awe.

Hundreds of stairs soared up into the sky above us. We had even seen some stairs changing direction!

Robert had turned towards us and started talking:

"So, you are here to face the first obstacle of moving around the castle! Some of you already noticed the moving staircases. They change whenever they like, without a clear pattern." He chuckled "In the middle of the night, during lunchtime, and if you're very unlucky, they will move when you are hurrying towards your lesson and have to figure out another route. That had happened to me last year, I'm afraid. Didn't make my lesson because of it."

I had heard some anxious whispers traveling through the group. 

"Oh no! I'm doomed!"

"I bet that's going to happen to me tomorrow!"

"Why will they even put those stairs in a school? Are they nuts?"

Robert had seemed to notice our stress and smirked.