Quote:
Originally Posted by
Steelsheen 
Having been let out from the feast, Huxley wanted to go exploring this new prison home, but apparently first years and new kids like herself were herded into this mini-tour... which ended up here, the Ravenclaw Common Room. Huxley was biting her inner cheek as she was led toward the girls’ dorms. Goodness this room was so far away from the entrance. This castle had stairs of forever. Damn those Vanderbilts. They knew what they were doing when they sent her here.
Stiffly she regarded the room. Yes it was very nice, best room she’d ever had a bedspace in; fantastic view, and just everything being light and un-depressing. Obviously she’s not used to this. She was already missing that little dank corner rat hole in the library basement....
She sighed and turned her head. At the foot of one bed there were a stack of trunks and all sorts of luggage that prominently engraved her name on it. It looked like Christmas morning, except Huxley never had presents before. She began opening them and realized they were her robes and clothes and school supplies. All brand new, all personalized. A lump formed in her throat. The old man kept his word. She was being taken cared of. Properly.
She sniffed, hastily blinking away the irritating mistiness in her eyes. She plopped herself onto the bed, soft and clean and BIG. Probably the first time she can stretch herself out and not touch the head or footboard. She sighed and closed her eyes, running her fingers along the rise and fall of the warm quilt. Such luxuries. Something to commit to memory because who knows if all these will vanish when she opens her eyes again....
Elodie had been right when she'd said the staircases had been a pain. Why did they
move? And why where there so
maaaaany?! Charlie couldn't even remember how she'd gotten to the Common Room, and had no clue how she'd find breakfast in the morning. It was lucky for her that the dormitories were signposted as well as they were. Speaking of which, the fourteen year old pushed her glasses onto the top of her head and hurried up the stairs.
Opening the door to the fourth years dorm, Charlie spotted her trunk straight away. Or rather, she spotted the bright pink bag sitting on top of it. How could she miss it? How could anyone? She hurried over to it, and made sure that all of her stuff was there before flopping down onto her bed. Hmmm comfy.
Sitting back up was when she noticed the girl across from her. DORM FRIEND.
"Uh, hey," she smiled, brightly.
"I'm Charlie." You know, because they should get to know each other.