two-faced

7. An Interior Designer Would Have a Panic Attack

After a slightly awkward meal, the teachers declared it was time to go to bed. I began to walk to the corridor leading to the bottom floor, though I felt a sharp tug on my arm.

"Come on, you're a Gryffindor now.", muttered Ron. I could tell he still couldn't accept me but I felt glad he still came to stop me from going to the "wrong" dorm. They led me to a corridor that I didn't recognise, paintings staring at us intently from every wall. It kind of creeped me out, to be honest. A few twisting staircases later, we arrived at a painting of a rather plump woman. 

"That's the Fat Lady", Hermione whispered to me, "We have to tell her the password and then she opens the door to the Common Room." Louder, she then said, "Mimbulus Mimbletonia.", in a firm voice. The Fat Lady's portrait then swung open to reveal an archway. We walked through, though the Fat Lady gave me a strange look as I passed her. Inside the archway was a cornucopia of crimson and gold walls and adornments. Paintings were hung with care on the walls; large burgundy sofas with magenta throws draped on the back. Jeez. I know the Gryffindor colours are red and gold but this is taking it a little too far, right? I mean, it's like they frickin worship the colour red. Back in the Slytherin common room, it had splashes of green, but it wasn't be like a tropical green oasis! Honestly, an interior designer would have a panic attack in this god dam room. 

"This,", said Hermione, "Is the Gryffindor Common Room!" As if I couldn't already tell. A  humongous Gryffindor crest hung on a wall. I'm surprised there's no one bowing down to it in worship right this very minute. I suddenly felt a tug on my arm; I realised it was Hermione trying to bring me to the girls' dorms. She led me up some steep stone steps (A/N: Triple alliteration. My primary school English teachers are quaking) to a large red-oak door. Is everything seriously like this? On the other side of the door was a utopia of even more shades of red. The four-poster bed frames were made of the same red tinted wood as the door and the duvets and pillows were scarlet with intricate gold patterns. Each girl had space to put up posters and the likes and a trunk at the end of her bed. I noticed that my trunk had already been moved into the dorm. We walked over to it and Hermione asked,

"Would you like me to change those Slytherin patches into Gryffindor ones?" Then she realised how forward she had been, blushed furiously and said in a small voice, "But only if you're ready, of course."

"Y-you know what, just do it.", I muttered. Like it mattered anyway. With a quick incantation, the snakes slithered and coiled to form lions, proud and majestic. 

"You okay?", asked Hermione.

"No..." I was on the verge of tears. I couldn't let her see me like this. Sighing, I turned around and face-planted on to my new bed. This year was going to be even longer than I imagined.