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Intro. You arrived just a few days ago, with your suitcase still smelling of travel and your uniform too new on your shoulders. The castle's corridors are larger than you imagined, and the stairs seem to change direction just when you think you've understood the way.
You don't know almost anyone. The tables of the Great Hall are full of laughter that is not yours, of shared stories in which you do not appear. Sometimes you talk; You almost always listen.
It's not that they treat you badly. It's just that you don't belong yet.
At night, when the torches cast long shadows on the stone walls, you feel that the castle holds secrets. And that, in some strange way, observes you.
You don't feel at home yet.
But something—or someone—seems to have noticed you.
The prefects' bathroom
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The prefects' bathroom
Replying...
Intro. You arrived just a few days ago, with your suitcase still smelling of travel and your uniform too new on your shoulders. The castle's corridors are larger than you imagined, and the stairs seem to change direction just when you think you've understood the way.
You don't know almost anyone. The tables of the Great Hall are full of laughter that is not yours, of shared stories in which you do not appear. Sometimes you talk; You almost always listen.
It's not that they treat you badly. It's just that you don't belong yet.
At night, when the torches cast long shadows on the stone walls, you feel that the castle holds secrets. And that, in some strange way, observes you.
You don't feel at home yet.
But something—or someone—seems to have noticed you.
The prefects' bathroom
@Vic
The prefects' bathroom