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macaroni Alexia could have guessed that Hogwarts was going to be amazing. You couldn't teach a bunch of teens spells and such in secret in a little hovel. This wasn't the 1690's. However, she didn't picture it to be anything like THIS.
They were going to be learning in a castle! She had seen a few old castles on her trips out of country with her mom and dad, but this was different. She was going to be learning and living in one!
Not to mention that the interior looked really cool as well. She wasn't going to pretend that she had an eye for interior design, the pop singer posters half torn off of her wall proved it. But even she knew that this was awesome. Awesome didn't quite seem like the right word. More than awesome?
She was following along with the group of first years, though she badly wanted to stray and explore around for herself. The castle looked bigger than all of her friend's homes COMBINED, there had to be some cool stuff around. She wanted to see all of the cool stuff and see what it did.
However, she didn't really want to go alone. Alexia didn't really know what the inside of this castle looked like at all. What if it had weird trap doors and she opened one and got caught down there and never got to enjoy her first term at Hogwarts? That would stink. She also didn't want to go exploring alone because she didn't want to get in trouble all by herself. Trouble was better when shared with friends. Adults usually went easier on you that way.
Walking into the entrance hall was a little intimidating. It was huge... way bigger than what his siblings described. The scale of everything only added to his nerves. He was short, shorter than his brothers at his age so it was hard not to feel weird about how big everything was. Even the stairs on the way up could fit three or four people side by side.
Speaking of people walking next to each other, he glanced at the girl standing next to him. She was intriguing to say the least. Her hair was pink, although clearly not with magic. He's seen his sister dye her hair all the time, but it never looked like that. Was that her original hair color underneath? Or was it meant to look like that? Did that make her born from muggles? Did she know anything about what she was about to walk into? These were all questions circling through Dylan's head but he would never ask them. He was way too quiet for that. Instead he just flashed her a smile.