SUPER SHORT chapter here, BUT I am almost done with the next chapter (this one has been done for a while I just forgot to post it whoops). I am perfectly aware that I post a chapter about once every century and they are usually very short chapters but the thing is this story has a lot of time lapses because I have to get through seven years of school. The next chapter is a bit longer and will be up within a week. Once school starts for me, I'll try my best to post at least once a month, hopefully more, but I will be extremely busy so I'm sorry if I don't stick to my word.

R.W.

After the Sorting Ceremony, we were led by the prefects to the Ravenclaw Common Room. It was located at the top of a spiral staircase on the fifth floor at the west of the castle. The unassuming and boring wooden door had no doorknob or keyhole. There was only a grand silver knocker carved into an eagle. I remembered Uncle Harry once saying you had to answer a riddle in order to enter the Common Room.

Sure enough, one of the prefects, a small, luminous hispanic girl steps up to the door and knocks thrice.

The eagle says in a deep, wise voice, "What is the antidote to every poison?"

The girl is quiet for a few seconds until she replies, "There is none."

I was shocked at first, that she could get a question so simple wrong! Why, obviously the answer is Bezoar! But, just as that thought crossed my mind, the door swung open and let us all in. Okay, maybe the riddles weren't going to be so easy.

The initial reaction I had when I stepped into the Common Room was freedom. The tower was high and lofty, full of space and peace. There was a large opening that led from the main room into a jaw-dropping library. The library was beautiful: a book paradise. There was such an infinite amount of books that it was hard to believe that there were any more books left over in the main library. The shelves were painted a royal blue, but had intricate bronze murals telling the story of the creation of Hogwarts. The library was a maze that I would thoroughly enjoy being lost in for days. Sporadically, there were floating lamps and non-floating velvet chairs that made me wonder why I hadn't already picked up a book and started reading.

I found my way back to the main room to find the bedrooms, and I nearly ran into a larger-than-life white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. I had seen pictures of the statue, but it was indescribable up close.

Rowena Ravenclaw was one of the four founders of Hogwarts. She created the Ravenclaw house for those quick in wit and for the most creative of Hogwarts students. She was once described as beautiful and intimidating, and the sculpture captured that essence. She was standing, 12 feet tall, with confidence and power. Her face was austere-looking yet beautiful, and very wise. She was an admirable founder, and I realized that she represented the house I am now and always will be apart of. And I am thrilled.

After settling down on a bedspot and unpacking, I went back into the common room to look for Scorp. He wasn't there, so I sat down and started reading. It ended up being an adventurous and romantic tale, not the type I normally enjoy. Usually, I read nonfiction books or mysteries. I remember how Scorp mentioned he liked these kinds of books, which made me smile.

Just as I was thinking about that, he walks into the common room.

I stood up, "Scorp, I want to explain-"

He stops. "Okay," he sighs and sits down in a blue velvet armchair next to mine.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was a Weasley when I first met you. I just didn't want you to think of me any differently, but now I understand that I shouldn't've done that. I really would like to be friends with you, though." After I finished my speech, I look up and see his head down, looking at the ground.

"You didn't need to tell me you were a Weasley. I knew. And I also didn't tell you who I am because I was also afraid you would treat me differently. So, we were both in the wrong. And, I'd like to be friends with you too. I mean, that is if you don't mind." He met my gaze with his sharp blue eyes.

"I'd like that. And, goes without saying, we should probably not tell our parents that we don't hate each other." I replied smiling, reaching out my hand for him to shake.

He shook it, and maybe that was where this all began.