Professor Arthur Bennett
Come along, Draco first-years! [Cont'd]
Wed Jul 5, 2017 23:51
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Arthur was waiting by the fireplace as the Draco first-years walked in. The common room walls were a deep red and some honking daffodils, a gift from the professor to the House, sat proudly on various surfaces. Behind Arthur above the fireplace the Draco constellation could be seen, slightly hidden by a big welcome sign for all the students. As the students filed in, the daffodils began attacking welcoming them in raucous fashion. “Hush now, you’re supposed to be better behaved than this!” Arthur exclaimed in paternal dismay, attempting to pat the daffodils. He eventually settled for using a quick silencio on them and encouraging the students to huddle close in the center of the room.

“Welcome home, everyone!” Arthur panted. “You’ll be spending a lot of your time here over the next few years. Your dorm rooms are here, this common room is your space, and you even have access to your own library for work. Now there are just a few more rules to cover, so bear with me. As first-years you are not allowed to go up to Pearl Street unless you are with a Staff member. Curfew is at ten o’clock.”

Arthur walked over to the hallways that led to the dorm rooms, stopping momentarily to grapple with an unruly daffodil. “You’ll find your bags waiting in your rooms. The girls’ dorm is on the right, boys’ are on the left. If you end up in the wrong dorm you’ll find yourself automatically transported to the headmaster’s office, so make sure you know your directions. Go on now, and remember, my door is always open if you need anything!”

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