Hans left the room to find a short, lanky Young adult waiting for him.
He had a long yellowish white face, blue eyes, ginger hair, and an eagle nose.
''He -Hello Hans... Vaunt is it''
''that's my name'' Hans said while he raised his hand to try and give the boy a handshake,
''--sorry I don't really like touching others –err for... Religious reasons''
''okay...'' said Hans.
'Seems like this body had quite the reputation, I've never heard of a religion where you aren't allowed to give handshakes, although... you know what –not the craziest things I've heard about all evening'
''right...'' Hans looked the prefect in the eyes trustfully, ''can I have a name at least'',
''yes –yes,'' gulp ''my name is Ivan Petrov'' Ivan realizing he had out of instinct tried to shake Han's hand he cringed in fear and pulled his arm back down.
Right this way, Hans followed the prefect through the halls, they were a bit lacking compared to the headmaster's room, they looked a bit run down, made from the same cobblestone, with magical moving paintings limning the walls, if you were fond of history, you could spot many historical figures in the paintings making idle conversation, which at this point wasn't even surprising, the floor had a large dark red carpet with identical gold lines at each side that looked like it hadn't been serviced in years lining every corridor and last but not least it had large wax candles lining the coble walls –it really was a magnificent sight.
Hans was led through many paths and corridors, on his way he saw a plethora of classes with one catching his eye, defence against the dark arts,
'This new life might just be worth living' he thought.
Finally, they made it to a wall in the corridor that didn't have a painting.
Prefect: 'right this is the first-year dorm room, all you need to do is tap this wall three times in this pattern'' tap –tap...tap ''then just say aperto, did you get all that''
''yep, thank you for your service err Ivvvv –Ivan –Ivan...''
'How did I forget his name; my memory is supposed to work faster now' he continued to just stare at the prefect's face blankly.
The prefect just looked at Hans defeatedly...
''don't, cause me too much trouble, please...'.''
As the prefect walked away, Ivan couldn't keep his eyes off his back... if anyone saw his face right now, they would think he just got hit on, as he had quite the devious smile on his face.
'Considering the world I'm in, I might as well use him in the future'
That's what he thought as he tapped the wall three times and said aperto...
The bricks in the wall slowly started to show gaps in the concrete, it looked as if someone was... neatly ripping the bricks apart, yet they stayed fastened to the wall.
'Still getting my head around this magic thing' he thought.
He was still half expecting to just wake up from a dream... He wanted to, just so he could get the doctors to give him morphine, I guess withdrawals follow your soul... He giggled as he walked through the gap in the wall into a now exposed room.
He assumed he was in the common room for first years, it was a large almost perfectly square cobblestone room with a monstrous fireplace to the right of him attached to the wall, the floors were made from deep oak planks with a large square carpet placed flat in the middle,
It had the school's crest a large red bone stag head em braided on it, topped by four mahogany brown leather couches... it seemed too late for anyone to still be awake.
Hans walked through a gap in one of the walls that led to the dorms, he was looking for an empty room for about 8 minutes until he finally found one with Hans Vaunt etched into the wooden door.
He walked into the room and let's just say it wasn't Mutch to look at... Just four stone walls a desk a wardrobe and a bed, the room was quite small too,
'at least it's a roof over my head'...