~tired as fuck
The ceremony continued with pleased first years being placed in their house of choice.
Meanwhile a certain sociopath fumed in his now-turned-blue robes.
Ravenclaw? To hell with Ravenclaw! Everybody in this ridiculous house is clearly narrow-minded pompous know-it-alls. Not including me, of course.
That being said the house I had actually wanted to get into was Gryffindor. Surprised? I am too. Before...well...John I most certainly would've picked Ravenclaw. The stupid hat was right. I wanted to be a Gryffindor for rather sentimental reasons.
I hadn't know Lily, James, or Sirius long. And I liked them. I guess I wanted to honor their memory? And John-er-Ron was obviously an Gryffindor so there's that.
Several Ravenclaws next to me were trying to make small talk or at least get my attention. I glared at them. I was sour. And was definitely going to expose little slut Jessica's cheating if she didn't stop making googly eyes at me. I am nine!? I think. Ten?
Honestly if this was the Boy-Who-Lived's life I will simply have to ruin everybody's expectations. I am certainly not a womanizing whore.
I payed little attention to the rest of the ceremony on noting Jon (I decided that would be least confusing name for him) was placed in Gryffindor. I scoffed though more in a laugh than a dismissive acknowledgement. Of course the adrenaline junkie would be placed with the other reckless idiots.
I paused. He's not John, but at the same time he definitely was. Same cut, same stance. I shook my head. Yes, the similarities were there, but at the same time this Jon wasn't mine. He was some one. Similar yet different.
It made no difference. This Jon was definitely would be accompanying me on all my crazy misadventures. I could tell.
Lost in my mind palace I was disturbed by my housemates getting up. I frowned I hadn't even eaten. I shrugged. There probably was a kitchen I could find while wandering. I had no intention to just sleep when there was a whole magical castle to explore!
~~Do doo do I should probaly sleep but hell nah~~
'That was strange' I thought. I swear I could've heard somebody singing. Whatever, magical castle to explore.
I had heard about the curfew, but I wouldn't be caught. Now to pick up a certain red head. I retraced my steps back to the stairs from the Great Hall. This was were the Lions and the Birds split. Claws went down and the Doors went up. I snickered. Doors. I would so be calling them that from now on.
The Gryffindor common room was easily located by the sheer number of grubby fingerprints on the fat lady's portrait. It was obviously a door.
The lady has asked for a password. Either see didn't notice the blue robes or didn't care. Most likely both. What could the password be?
Meh, Alohomora. The door opened. Wait. What? Isn't Hogwarts supposed to be impenetrable? I can get in the Gryffindor common room with a first year spell? Well they are Gryffindors. That's probably in case they forget the password. Then again they wouldn't even think of using a spell to get in.
~this was supposed to be out sooner but i forgottttt~
"JAWWWWWWWWN!" the Ravenclaw screeched.
~merry new years~
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