Ravenclaw pt.1

"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

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"What happened?" Hermione asked seeing Perseus eating his meal without even talking or interacting with anyone, ever since he came to the Ravenclaw table.

"I'll burn that hat to ashes." Perseus mumbled as he shoved chicken in his mouth, "'How dare that hat not even consider my opinion."

"Are you that upset about entering Ravenclaw?"

"I am more upset about why I didn't even get a chance to speak." Perseus said, "I mean look at me, I am clearly a Slytherin but I was aiming for Gryffindor but now what do I get? Ravenclaw? If Patricia finds out she is going to laugh her ass off."

"It's not that bad." The older female student next to him said suddenly, "Sorry, I couldn't help but hear your conversation. But Ravenclaw isn't as bad as you think after all, unlike how people think Ravenclaw prefers clever students than the studious type. Seeing you had already plans for yourself, I think you'll fit in here just fine."

Perseus narrowed his eyes as he looked at the girl who didn't look much older than him, "Perseus Walker, and you are?"

"Cho Chang." The girl said as she smiled bashfully at him, "You can call me Cho though. I am a second year, so if you need any help you can come to me."

"Taking the chances, on the cute first year already are you Cho, but too bad it looks like he already has a little girlfriend." The girl who was sitting next to Cho said as she pointed at the Slytherin table, where Daphne was staring daggers at Perseus,

"Pretty sure you don't know the difference between a loving gaze and a hateful one."

"What's the difference anyway?" The girl said as she shrugged her shoulders, "So do you have a girlfriend, little Walker? I am Marietta Edgecombe, by the way, if you're interested."

"I wouldn't be remembering that," Perseus said as he focused on his meal instead.

"I am sorry, she doesn't mean anything bad," Cho said as she soothed her sulking friend who looked offended by Perseus's remark, "She talks a little bit too much but she's really good once you get to know her."

"I hope so," Perseus said as he ignored the two and focused at the teacher's table.

From what Patricia had told him he had a clear idea of who the teachers were, the one with the big nose was Professor Snape, the head of the Slytherin house and openly biased towards Slytherin. Luckily since he was now in Ravenclaw, he wouldn't have to deal with him as he is said to be hostile towards Gryffindor due to him getting bullied by them in his student days.

The shorter one was Professor Flitwick, the one next to him was Professor McGonagall and the most important of all was Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard alive as they called him. Perseus could see the worry and anxiousness in the old coot's eyes as he looked in the direction of Harry who was enjoying the feast like any other trying heavily to ignore Draco who kept blabbering things to him.

Just then Dumbledore, turned towards him giving him a big welcoming smile. Perseus not sure what to do smiled back as that was the first instinct of a noble. Nodding his head in greeting he turned his head to look at the teacher wearing a turban not recognizing him.

"Who is that?" He asked as Cho followed his gaze.

"That's Professor Quirell, used to teach us muggle studies but he went off on an adventure and now he's taking the Defense against the Dark," Cho said.

"Well, that's irresponsible," Perseus commented.

"Why so?" Hermione who was talking with the Prefect asked.

"Muggle Studies and Defense against the Dark are completely different subjects." Perseus said, "I'll be surprised if he can teach a single thing properly."

"Do you like underestimating people, Walker?" Marietta said snorting.

"It's a hobby, I am afraid. But you'll be surprised at how good I am at assessing people." Perseus replied, "Some people just reek of weakness and evil intentions."

"Are you picking a fight with me?" Marietta said.

"Of course not." Perseus smiled softly revealing a mocking look that somehow suited his face, "How can I, a first-year student do so."

Marietta looked like she wanted to say something more but Cho held her back trying to calm her down.

At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.

"Ahern -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of particular redhead twins.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

Perseus perked his ears, after all, he couldn't help but get interested in the third-floor corridor. 'Could the Chamber of Secrets be in there?' he pondered but shook his head, 'If it was so close Patricia would've found out about it a long time ago. But what the hell is so likely to us in there if not for the Basilisk.'

Perseus wondered if coming to Hogwarts was the right choice as he was not sure why a school had so many deadly things just laying around in the open.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Perseus noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone picks their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

And the school bellowed:

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"