Harriet Roswell and the School of Witchcraft

Chapter 9

Have you ever walked into a fancy house you had to pay just to visit? Theres always those weird spiky plants on chairs, and urgent messages saying 'do not sit', as if you don't have the common sense to knock the plant on the floor before you sat down. The common room reminded Harriet of that. Red with seats everywhere. Seats with fancy little legs, and big puffed cushions. To the left of the room 3 sofas faced each other around a coffee table on a carpet. They looked out of a window, which on this second floor gave a view across the field, up to the beginnings of the forest.

The right side of the room had another carpet, a table low to the ground and it was covered in cushions. Around the room, neatly and snuggly hidden were several other tables, with cushioned chairs. Tyler walked to the wall nearest the door they had just entered and tapped the cabinet with sink.

"This is the drinks station, you can drink all the water from the tap, use the kettle, and any of the teas" He opens a mini-fridge below the table where several different types of milk were stored "milks all good, but if you see sweets they belong to someone. Do not eat the sweets. And clear up after yourself, or I will beat your arse. I mean, report you and you will be on cleaning duty for a week. That means you get to clean the toilet. If you refuse the punishment you get expelled."

"The upstairs belongs to your two elder years, don't go up there" he said pointing to a small twirly stairs next to the window. It was a strange building. They walked through a door on the right side of the room. It was stacked with a books, and several dozen bean bags.

"This is the bean bag zone. A lot of people come in here when they get cramps, apparently. It might have something to do with the real fire, or the way the bean bags eat you. I wouldn't know. A note, first years are not allowed to touch the fire. You gotta get your fire license first. Might seem annoying but apparently a few years ago some kid set himself on fire, which personally, I don't know how you'd even manage - a burn sure, your whole face on fire? Ridiculous. Don't put anything near the fire. I'd say flammable, but y'all dumbass's so don't put anything near it. Especially your illegal alcohol. Alcohols not allowed on site, it's the one thing me and the other prefects have agreed not to tattle on, but if I catch you puking anywhere in the common rooms I'm going to throw you out a window." Tyler said and they walked into the next room.

"That rooms the single room, split up in to 14 mini segments it's a quiet zone. Whatever you do in their you gotta be quiet. Some folks just need a moment alone. Do not masturbate in the segments. I need one room I know I can lay down in, my own beds no good because thats where I masturbate. Jokes! Thats where I f*ck."

"Is there... a room to do that then? The set wank room?" One boy asked, and he was pushed around by the blokes around him laughing.

"The fucking toilet, whats your name?" Tyler asked.

"Adam."

"It's wanker now. Wi-fi reaches the toilet, don't wank in the showers. Last year I took my money into my own hands and started DNA testing the shower, will I ever recover? No. But now I can shower in peace, and if someone has a complaint I have money and DNA tests I will freely give. Anyway, enough about wankers. This is a hang out room, some folks just want to hang out reading with three of their buds. I use it for making out, I've made out with someone in each segment. Down that hallway is all of your dorms somewhere. The rooms are all mix gendered. I don't know how they plan them. Does anyone here sleep with... what are they called? The sleep masks that lets you breathe? All your rooms are down that corridor, look on the paper next to each room to find out which you're sleeping in. An extra note, the rooms are mix-gendered even if they don't appear to be, it's best you change in the bathrooms or with the curtains down. It is a rule you gotta wear pyjamas. I got put in detention for a week because I slept without a t-shirt on. I don't even have titties. If a person got titties, I say let them hang. But the school does not and if you make someone uncomfortable, they gonna snitch. And if they do you can't blame 'em."