After the feast, the prefects led us to our dormitories. Me and Ivan said bye to each other at the hall doors, then ran back to our respected groups. Me and the other Hufflepuffs walked down endless corridors and walked up moving staircases until we reached the Hufflepuff common room. Everyone piled inside. I looked around, surveying the scene. Everything was draped in yellow and black, and banners that bore the Hufflepuff crest, which was a badger hung on the walls. At the far end of the room was a large hearth, a fire flickering in it, warming the room. Around the fire sat comfy armchairs, also in the Hufflepuff colours. The prefect shooed us up to our dorms. Up in the girl’s dorm, I plonked my things down on a random bed and began to unpack, when I noticed that my Hogwarts robes and schoolbooks had been laid out for me, probably by some little house elf. I picked the robes up and folded them, then put them at the end of the bed. Once I had finished unpacking, I got dressed into my pyjamas. I clambered into bed and pulled the blankets over my head. I fell into a deep sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. That night I dreamt that my house, the one I left behind was on fire and my parents were inside the inferno screaming, pleading for help. In my dream I ran towards them and tried to call out, but my voice caught in my throat. Then the house collapsed with my parents still inside. I imagined my sisters standing behind me saying “This is all your fault,”. I woke with a start, my body sticky with sweat. It was just a nightmare, of course, but I had never had such a vivid dream. Breathing heavily, I slipped out of bed and into my slippers. Then I pulled on my night gown and wandered out of the dorm. Since I knew I would never be able to get back to sleep, I decided to take a midnight stroll around the Hogwarts. I walked around the school, thinking about my nightmare when I bumped into someone. Startled, I jumped backwards to see a boy standing there. He looked a lot like Ivan, but was slightly taller and instead of green, his eyes were misty blue. I blushed. “Oh, uh, hi,” I stammered, still as red as a beat. “Sorry,”.
He smiled and said “It’s alright. It’s partly my fault anyway,”. We stood in silence for a minute. “So, you couldn’t sleep either?” the boy asked finally. I nodded, my usual shy self taking hold again. Just then, we heard footsteps coming towards us and Filch’s voice rang out. “Who’s there?”. Not wanting to be caught, we both waved goodbye and went our separate ways. I dashed up to my dorm and buried my face in my pillow. That night was sleepless, with me tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. Tomorrow is going to be a long day I thought.
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