0.16 - A Good Night's Rest
Celestine and Harry left Dumbledore’s office, accompanied by Professor McGonagall, a woman with a tight bun and green robes.
“It’s actually relieving to know I’ve got a cousin from my father’s side.” Harry sighed, staring at the night sky as they strolled through the corridors.
“I think you’ve said that more than once.”
“Hey, you don’t get to blame me for being excited.” The glint in his eyes could light up the whole Hogwarts castle. “Besides, aren’t you excited as well? I mean, it’s definitely fate that I met you in that skip; it has to be!”
“Surely has to.” She shrugs, walking next to him. “There’s no way that would be a coincidence.”
Then they reached a halt when a door was in front of them. There was no way to get in since the only thing placed on the door was an eagle-shaped bronze knocker.
So she knocked, witnessing the eagle’s eyes pop open and open its beak, using it as a mouth to say,
“I stretch for miles, both far and wide, with secrets and paths you must decide. My air is fresh, my shade is cool, and I am nature’s school. What am I?”
“The forest?”
The eagle’s eyes and beak closed shut as the door swung open, revealing a wide and circular room with an impressive amount of space.
Celestine took a step forward, one foot inside the room. She turned to see McGonagall nod, telling her to go inside and get some rest.
So she did—she closed the door and stood in front of two tunnels, both leading to different staircases. Eyeing one to the other, she noticed distinguished differences, especially how darker the right tunnel was than the left.
“If you’re looking for the female dormitories, it’s on the right.”
A guy with a rat-hair haircut said, his chest puffed out and showing off the badge with the capital letter “P” pinned on his left chest.
“Thank you.” Celestine replied, bowing her head to him, a sign of respect before heading inside the right tunnel where the spiral stone staircase stood, leading up.
When she reached the top, she began walking down the hallway, looking for her name beside every one of those doors, for four floors straight, yet it didn’t have her name.
Luckily on the fifth floor of the tower, she found her name on the fifth and last spot on the wall plaque, below Yukata Amano, Rebecca Arncliffe, Arjuna Balaji, and Yvonne Bampton. Must be her roommates.
So she opened the oak door, revealing a circular room that contained five four-poster beds with blue eiderdowns and curtains with wooden nightstands beside, and a school trunk on the foot of the bed, circling the middle of the room where a carpet with the Ravenclaw mascot was.
Celestine looked around a bit more, sat on the bed that had no stuff around it, and took off the silver necklace on her neck. She caressed the key pendant, noticing the dried blood on it.
“I’ll just clean that tomorrow.” She said, before laying it on her nightstand and tucked herself under the covers, getting a good night’s rest.