Housewarming
AmaiKotori
Not quite pure enough.
Once dinner was over, Abbott and her counterpart gathered all the Hufflepuff first-years together, holding us together while the greater mass of students flowed out of the hall in a cacophonous torrent. (At the least, they were more polite than the shout of 'Hey, midgets!' I caught from the next table over. I mean, it's not like we were all Euan's size. Or mine. Or Isolde's... damn it, he was more right than I cared to admit. I missed looking my age.)
"Okay, everyone, in case you missed it, I'm Hannah Abbott, and this is Ernie Macmillan. We're your prefects, so feel free to come to either of us if you need help or advice. You can ask the sixth- and seventh-year prefects as well, of course, but come to us first if we're around."
They talked as we walked, heading down a long corridor from the Entrance Hall that terminated in a short spiral stair downward. Macmillan was broad with the kind of carefully-arranged hair I was starting to just assume was done with magic, his voice the sort that carried without effort. "Being in Hufflepuff means you should never be stuck on your own. Like the Sorting Hat said, we're probably in for a difficult year, but we're not going to let that slow us down."
Abbott shot him a look before continuing. "Our dorms are in the first basement. It's easy to get to the Entrance Hall from here, as you can see, but Hogwarts in general is a bit of a maze. We'll show you around tomorrow, and you're welcome to explore on your own, but try to stick with each other on class days until you've gotten used to the building, so you're not late. As an example those of you from Muggle families won't be expecting, there's more than one staircase here that takes you to a higher floor as you walk down."
I guess I'd take her up on that permission to go exploring, because now I wanted to find them just for the novelty.
We stopped in front of a stack of huge barrels, and Macmillan showed us the secret knock to get one of them to open up its top and reveal a round entrance-hole at the other end. The barrel was wide enough I only had to crouch to get through, but the older students would definitely be crawling.
"Get the code wrong and you''ll be soaked with vinegar and locked out to boot, so memorize it carefully, and don't spread it around to the other houses. This is our space."
It was a nice space, at that; a large round room with lush yellow carpets and soft black armchairs in groups around small tables. A pair of fireplaces formed a rough triangle with the entrance, and in the back was a second pair of doors. The colours brought to mind a beehive more than a badger's sett, but the house's coat of arms hung prominently from the wall across from us.
A circular couch to one side was conspicuously empty of the older students filling half the available seating, and sure enough, we were directed there next, nearly filling it even as closely-spaced as we were. The prefects took seats on either side of the small gap allowing entrance, and I found myself with Katherine on one side and a redhead whose name I couldn't remember on the other.
"Now, I'm sure you're all looking forward to a bed soon, but there's one more thing we'd like to do." Abbott leaned forward, hands clasped between her knees. "Like I'm sure Professor McGonagall told you, the same as she told us when we arrived, your House is to be like your family here, and while that doesn't mean you all have to like each other, I do want you to at least know each other. Not talking to each other causes a lot of pointless fights, and I know you probably didn't have time to get acquainted with everyone else at dinner."
Macmillan continued for her, legs crossed and hands folded neatly atop them. "So we're just going to go quickly around and make sure you're all properly introduced. I'm sure you've done something similar before; just tell everyone your name and a couple things about yourself."
The boy to his left, on the taller side with messy black hair and grey-green eyes, hastily stifled a yawn when Macmillan's attention turned to him. "Uh, I'm Ranald Black." He immediately held up a hand as one of the boys opposite opened his mouth. "And 'cause five people have asked me already, I'm not one of 'those Blacks,' I'm muggleborn."
"You really do look like one, though," the one he'd interrupted put in.
"It's a common name!"
"Alright, let's keep going." At Abbott's smiling encouragement, the redhead next to me spoke up.
"Baldric Thorn. My family's from Cornwall, and I like Muggle duelling."
That got a few odd looks. "Like, with your fists?"
"With a rapier," he clarified, and the dubious looks intensified.
"That's certainly interesting, although I'm afraid you might find it a difficult hobby to keep up at Hogwarts," Abbott said, leaving Baldric a touch disgruntled but resigned.
Now, what to say that didn't touch on fairy stuff... "Alaine Ross. I'm muggleborn, but I spent a lot of time helping at the apothecary this summer."
"Hufflepuff is a good place to be if you like plants," Macmillan said. "Professor Sprout, our Head of House, is the Herbology teacher."
Katherine jumped in almost as soon as he was finished speaking. "I'm Katherine Hedges! I like Quidditch, swimming, and Potions!"
Abbott gave her a rueful smile. "The lake's too cold to swim in most of the year, although some crazies will insist otherwise. Nice enough in June, though."
The next girl, a long-haired brunette who looked like she hadn't quite lost her baby fat, opened with a simple "Rose." After a few seconds of expectant looks from everyone else in the circle, she frowned and added "Zeller. Uh, I like books and want to be a writer?"
The introductions wrapped up quickly enough, helped by the fact that most of them had been talking already at dinner. Michael Weirbrook was half-French and fully bilingual, Sacheverell Janson wanted to be a Healer and gave everyone pre-emptive permission to call him 'Sachie,' Karo Mäkinen just wanted to learn all the magic she could and didn't much care what kind, and Alpin Davies had a brother in Ravenclaw he was determined to do better than.
"Alright, very good. Any final questions before bed?" Macmillan said as we finished up.
Michael raised a hand, getting a quick nod. "Is it true that You-Know-Who came back to life?"
I could feel the mood dropping immediately, confusion from Ranald and Karo threading through a mix of worry, skepticism, and grim determination from the witchy folk.
Macmillan, the source of most of the determination, gave a much more solemn nod to that question. "It is, yes. Dumbledore announced it at the end of last semester."
Abbott held out both hands to quiet the resulting burst of chatter; it was to her credit that it worked at all, let alone so effectively. She was, I decided, pretty good at looking like she knew what she was doing. "Not everyone believes that. I'm not entirely certain, myself."
Her counterpart gave her an aggrieved look. "Hannah, you saw what happened at the Third Task as well as I did."
She winced visibly before continuing. "Something happened, yes, and obviously someone murdered Cedric, I'm not denying that, but we don't know for sure it was actually You-Know-Who. I certainly hope it wasn't."
"Dumbledore said it was," Macmillan said stoutly.
"And if he'd been there, that would be enough for me, too, but he only had one person's word to go on."
"Sorry, but who's this 'You-Know-Who' bloke?" Ranald cut in, looking like he very much wanted the talking to end so he could go to bed already.
The prefects cut off, taking in the stares of their charges, and Abbott sighed. "Sorry, that's a long conversation. Let's leave it for tomorrow."
Macmillan felt rather like he'd prefer to continue the argument, but he mastered himself well enough, getting to his feet and prompting the rest of us to follow. "Right, the doors at the back lead to the dorms. Boys on the left, girls on the right. The first door down the hall is yours, and you'll find your luggage inside."
"If you'd prefer, we'll take you to the Great Hall for breakfast tomorrow, but if you want to go early on your own, meet the rest of us there afterwards. We'll show you where all your classrooms are, although classes won't start until Monday."
The four of us split off to follow Abbott, who left us at the door to our dorm to find her own bed. The dorms matched the careless luxury that characterized much of the school, each of us given a soft, oversized four-poster bed and our own polished wooden writing-desk.
"So, I know she said later, but... short version? 'You-Know-Who?'" Karo asked, tugging the tie out of her short brown ponytail.
"I only know he was a Dark Lord and caused a civil war a while ago," I said while pulling my robe over my head and into pocketspace. Boss really could have been more detailed...
"He was one of the most terrible Dark Lords Britain's ever seen," Katherine said with uncharacteristic seriousness. "My mum spent years fighting him. No one even says his name."
"And he's come back to life?" Karo said, looking at Katherine askance. "Wizards can do that?"
"Not without terrible Dark Magic... Mum says it's probably someone trying to pretend to be him, to scare people."
It wasn't, but I couldn't explain how I knew that, so I kept my mouth shut. Somehow, I still found myself with Katherine's face right in front of me a second later. "Ooh, Alaine, what's that outfit?"
Reflexively, I glanced down at the fairy outfit I'd basically been treating as underclothes for the past several weeks. Macnair had called it armour, and I hadn't seen any reason to be without it after that. Especially after the Dementors. I just... hadn't really considered the impossibility of keeping it hidden while sharing a room with three other girls. "Uh, it's... um."
Karo raised an eyebrow as she shook out a nightdress. "Did you really wear that to the station?"
"No! No way! I had my robe on the whole time!"
"I suppose it is rather revealing, but it looks good with your hair," Katherine said, apparently completely unbothered by the former. It wasn't her wearing it! "I've never worn a skirt under robes, though. What's it for?"
Agh, if it wasn't for the skirt, I could just call the whole thing underwear and be done with it. "That's, uh, I don't think I can really explain." Hastily turning my back, I removed the rest of it and pulled on some fluffy pyjamas in hopes that out of sight would equal out of mind.
When I risked a look behind me, Katherine was back at her trunk changing into her own nightclothes, feeling a bit frustrated; I hoped I hadn't offended her, but I was still lost for a reasonable explanation.
Karo sidled closer as soon as I met her eyes, though. "I know wizarding fashion's a century or three out of date, but they're basically just dresses, right?" she whispered, a little nervous and embarrassed. "The clerk at the robe shop said you don't need more than knickers underneath; did you hear otherwise?"
I winced; apparently she either hadn't noticed or hadn't cared enough to be distracted by my clothes popping in and out of nowhere. But at the same time, I didn't want her worrying over her own clothing just because I had things I couldn't talk about. "Ah, no, I'm sure you're right," I whispered back. I mean, the closest I'd gotten to the robe shop was stealing designs from their display window, but they were basically dresses. "I'm not wearing them 'cause I'm embarrassed or anything, it's just, erm."
Reassuring her wasn't entirely to my benefit; as the nervousness slipped away, the corners of her lips turned up and she raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Really?"
My shoulders slumped. "I really don't know how to explain..."
"I guess we'll leave it at that for now, then." Smiling, she slipped away to her own bed, and I flopped down on mine.
I felt better almost immediately; it was the most comfortable bed I'd ever had. Yeah, I'd deal with everything else in the morning.
"Okay, everyone, in case you missed it, I'm Hannah Abbott, and this is Ernie Macmillan. We're your prefects, so feel free to come to either of us if you need help or advice. You can ask the sixth- and seventh-year prefects as well, of course, but come to us first if we're around."
They talked as we walked, heading down a long corridor from the Entrance Hall that terminated in a short spiral stair downward. Macmillan was broad with the kind of carefully-arranged hair I was starting to just assume was done with magic, his voice the sort that carried without effort. "Being in Hufflepuff means you should never be stuck on your own. Like the Sorting Hat said, we're probably in for a difficult year, but we're not going to let that slow us down."
Abbott shot him a look before continuing. "Our dorms are in the first basement. It's easy to get to the Entrance Hall from here, as you can see, but Hogwarts in general is a bit of a maze. We'll show you around tomorrow, and you're welcome to explore on your own, but try to stick with each other on class days until you've gotten used to the building, so you're not late. As an example those of you from Muggle families won't be expecting, there's more than one staircase here that takes you to a higher floor as you walk down."
I guess I'd take her up on that permission to go exploring, because now I wanted to find them just for the novelty.
We stopped in front of a stack of huge barrels, and Macmillan showed us the secret knock to get one of them to open up its top and reveal a round entrance-hole at the other end. The barrel was wide enough I only had to crouch to get through, but the older students would definitely be crawling.
"Get the code wrong and you''ll be soaked with vinegar and locked out to boot, so memorize it carefully, and don't spread it around to the other houses. This is our space."
It was a nice space, at that; a large round room with lush yellow carpets and soft black armchairs in groups around small tables. A pair of fireplaces formed a rough triangle with the entrance, and in the back was a second pair of doors. The colours brought to mind a beehive more than a badger's sett, but the house's coat of arms hung prominently from the wall across from us.
A circular couch to one side was conspicuously empty of the older students filling half the available seating, and sure enough, we were directed there next, nearly filling it even as closely-spaced as we were. The prefects took seats on either side of the small gap allowing entrance, and I found myself with Katherine on one side and a redhead whose name I couldn't remember on the other.
"Now, I'm sure you're all looking forward to a bed soon, but there's one more thing we'd like to do." Abbott leaned forward, hands clasped between her knees. "Like I'm sure Professor McGonagall told you, the same as she told us when we arrived, your House is to be like your family here, and while that doesn't mean you all have to like each other, I do want you to at least know each other. Not talking to each other causes a lot of pointless fights, and I know you probably didn't have time to get acquainted with everyone else at dinner."
Macmillan continued for her, legs crossed and hands folded neatly atop them. "So we're just going to go quickly around and make sure you're all properly introduced. I'm sure you've done something similar before; just tell everyone your name and a couple things about yourself."
The boy to his left, on the taller side with messy black hair and grey-green eyes, hastily stifled a yawn when Macmillan's attention turned to him. "Uh, I'm Ranald Black." He immediately held up a hand as one of the boys opposite opened his mouth. "And 'cause five people have asked me already, I'm not one of 'those Blacks,' I'm muggleborn."
"You really do look like one, though," the one he'd interrupted put in.
"It's a common name!"
"Alright, let's keep going." At Abbott's smiling encouragement, the redhead next to me spoke up.
"Baldric Thorn. My family's from Cornwall, and I like Muggle duelling."
That got a few odd looks. "Like, with your fists?"
"With a rapier," he clarified, and the dubious looks intensified.
"That's certainly interesting, although I'm afraid you might find it a difficult hobby to keep up at Hogwarts," Abbott said, leaving Baldric a touch disgruntled but resigned.
Now, what to say that didn't touch on fairy stuff... "Alaine Ross. I'm muggleborn, but I spent a lot of time helping at the apothecary this summer."
"Hufflepuff is a good place to be if you like plants," Macmillan said. "Professor Sprout, our Head of House, is the Herbology teacher."
Katherine jumped in almost as soon as he was finished speaking. "I'm Katherine Hedges! I like Quidditch, swimming, and Potions!"
Abbott gave her a rueful smile. "The lake's too cold to swim in most of the year, although some crazies will insist otherwise. Nice enough in June, though."
The next girl, a long-haired brunette who looked like she hadn't quite lost her baby fat, opened with a simple "Rose." After a few seconds of expectant looks from everyone else in the circle, she frowned and added "Zeller. Uh, I like books and want to be a writer?"
The introductions wrapped up quickly enough, helped by the fact that most of them had been talking already at dinner. Michael Weirbrook was half-French and fully bilingual, Sacheverell Janson wanted to be a Healer and gave everyone pre-emptive permission to call him 'Sachie,' Karo Mäkinen just wanted to learn all the magic she could and didn't much care what kind, and Alpin Davies had a brother in Ravenclaw he was determined to do better than.
"Alright, very good. Any final questions before bed?" Macmillan said as we finished up.
Michael raised a hand, getting a quick nod. "Is it true that You-Know-Who came back to life?"
I could feel the mood dropping immediately, confusion from Ranald and Karo threading through a mix of worry, skepticism, and grim determination from the witchy folk.
Macmillan, the source of most of the determination, gave a much more solemn nod to that question. "It is, yes. Dumbledore announced it at the end of last semester."
Abbott held out both hands to quiet the resulting burst of chatter; it was to her credit that it worked at all, let alone so effectively. She was, I decided, pretty good at looking like she knew what she was doing. "Not everyone believes that. I'm not entirely certain, myself."
Her counterpart gave her an aggrieved look. "Hannah, you saw what happened at the Third Task as well as I did."
She winced visibly before continuing. "Something happened, yes, and obviously someone murdered Cedric, I'm not denying that, but we don't know for sure it was actually You-Know-Who. I certainly hope it wasn't."
"Dumbledore said it was," Macmillan said stoutly.
"And if he'd been there, that would be enough for me, too, but he only had one person's word to go on."
"Sorry, but who's this 'You-Know-Who' bloke?" Ranald cut in, looking like he very much wanted the talking to end so he could go to bed already.
The prefects cut off, taking in the stares of their charges, and Abbott sighed. "Sorry, that's a long conversation. Let's leave it for tomorrow."
Macmillan felt rather like he'd prefer to continue the argument, but he mastered himself well enough, getting to his feet and prompting the rest of us to follow. "Right, the doors at the back lead to the dorms. Boys on the left, girls on the right. The first door down the hall is yours, and you'll find your luggage inside."
"If you'd prefer, we'll take you to the Great Hall for breakfast tomorrow, but if you want to go early on your own, meet the rest of us there afterwards. We'll show you where all your classrooms are, although classes won't start until Monday."
The four of us split off to follow Abbott, who left us at the door to our dorm to find her own bed. The dorms matched the careless luxury that characterized much of the school, each of us given a soft, oversized four-poster bed and our own polished wooden writing-desk.
"So, I know she said later, but... short version? 'You-Know-Who?'" Karo asked, tugging the tie out of her short brown ponytail.
"I only know he was a Dark Lord and caused a civil war a while ago," I said while pulling my robe over my head and into pocketspace. Boss really could have been more detailed...
"He was one of the most terrible Dark Lords Britain's ever seen," Katherine said with uncharacteristic seriousness. "My mum spent years fighting him. No one even says his name."
"And he's come back to life?" Karo said, looking at Katherine askance. "Wizards can do that?"
"Not without terrible Dark Magic... Mum says it's probably someone trying to pretend to be him, to scare people."
It wasn't, but I couldn't explain how I knew that, so I kept my mouth shut. Somehow, I still found myself with Katherine's face right in front of me a second later. "Ooh, Alaine, what's that outfit?"
Reflexively, I glanced down at the fairy outfit I'd basically been treating as underclothes for the past several weeks. Macnair had called it armour, and I hadn't seen any reason to be without it after that. Especially after the Dementors. I just... hadn't really considered the impossibility of keeping it hidden while sharing a room with three other girls. "Uh, it's... um."
Karo raised an eyebrow as she shook out a nightdress. "Did you really wear that to the station?"
"No! No way! I had my robe on the whole time!"
"I suppose it is rather revealing, but it looks good with your hair," Katherine said, apparently completely unbothered by the former. It wasn't her wearing it! "I've never worn a skirt under robes, though. What's it for?"
Agh, if it wasn't for the skirt, I could just call the whole thing underwear and be done with it. "That's, uh, I don't think I can really explain." Hastily turning my back, I removed the rest of it and pulled on some fluffy pyjamas in hopes that out of sight would equal out of mind.
When I risked a look behind me, Katherine was back at her trunk changing into her own nightclothes, feeling a bit frustrated; I hoped I hadn't offended her, but I was still lost for a reasonable explanation.
Karo sidled closer as soon as I met her eyes, though. "I know wizarding fashion's a century or three out of date, but they're basically just dresses, right?" she whispered, a little nervous and embarrassed. "The clerk at the robe shop said you don't need more than knickers underneath; did you hear otherwise?"
I winced; apparently she either hadn't noticed or hadn't cared enough to be distracted by my clothes popping in and out of nowhere. But at the same time, I didn't want her worrying over her own clothing just because I had things I couldn't talk about. "Ah, no, I'm sure you're right," I whispered back. I mean, the closest I'd gotten to the robe shop was stealing designs from their display window, but they were basically dresses. "I'm not wearing them 'cause I'm embarrassed or anything, it's just, erm."
Reassuring her wasn't entirely to my benefit; as the nervousness slipped away, the corners of her lips turned up and she raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Really?"
My shoulders slumped. "I really don't know how to explain..."
"I guess we'll leave it at that for now, then." Smiling, she slipped away to her own bed, and I flopped down on mine.
I felt better almost immediately; it was the most comfortable bed I'd ever had. Yeah, I'd deal with everything else in the morning.