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There were some things in the young Ravenclaw's life that had always seemed like certainties. One of those certainties was living in the community, another was being out of education really by about fourteen years old and the last was an unwavering ability to be brave in the face of new and unknown things. However, those three certainties had vanished for little Orwell Kitchen Brocken. Orwell had applied to go to Hogwarts and much to his surprise he had then been accepted, although it was a good thing, it did tear him away from all that he had ever been certain of, from all of his life's certainties. It had been the most incredible and glorious day, waking up to find an owl perched beside him with that little letter with the words he'd been wishing for, you have been accepted. He had been overjoyed at it, Orwell had been absolutely ecstatic. He'd told everyone: his parents, his friends, the people he was learning under, the animals, hell, he'd even told the plants. The boy had been absolutely, completely unable to stop himself. Following being accepted he'd also promptly sent a letter to Archie telling him as much, his friend was the one who'd really persuaded him to even think about applying. Orwell was looking forward to seeing his as-of-right-now only friend at Hogwarts. Now, here he currently was at Hogwarts getting ready for his first ever day of real, honest to goodness structured professor led classes. Receiving a timetable and realising that he had no choice but to be up at an early time for classes was an unpleasant shock to his system.
Under the guidance of others in his community, school had started whenever, featured a lot of self teaching and didn't really have a real curriculum. He learnt a lot, they had had some of the prescribed school books, but it had been left up to him to learn the coursework which Orwell had thoroughly enjoyed and thrived with. This Hogwarts system he knew differed from that extensively. The people who taught the children in his community were excellent guides, they encouraged students to learn at their own pace but he'd never sat an exam in his still short life. Packing for Hogwarts had been hard it was more than just a process of throwing in all he owned and that being it done. Aside from a pair of shoes, one jumper and his wand he didn't technically own anything. As a community they had given Kitchen enough to get him by clothes wise, a whole mound of mostly political books and of course an eco-anarchist flag to take with him so he wouldn't forget them or their values as he ventured out. The flag was currently draped over his duvet at the foot of his four-poster bed and besides keeping the foot of his bed warm he had also taken to using it very much how a person would use a blanket, wrapping it around himself in the earliness of morning. That very morning the boy opened his eyes startled awake by a strange and unfamiliar noise he'd never heard before and realising fairly quickly that the noise was coming from his alarm clock. God, he hated it already, it was such a horrible and unnecessarily shrill noise, it took all his might to not smash it. The white of his eyes were red from a lack of sleep, dark shadows underneath his eyes, he'd just been so nervous so afraid that sleep had taken forever to come to him. Now, in the soft light of morning his mind could only curse colourfully at the ungodly early time and the horribly soul-destroying noise of his brand new alarm. Orwell loved mornings normally but that was when he woke up naturally at that time, not when an alarm cloak forced him and his body awake. However, incredibly sluggishly the boy began getting ready since he didn't have the time to sleep any longer unlike back home he had places he needed to be.
After fighting briefly with his ravenclaw tie Orwell had decided after a bout of swear words that he just couldn't tie it and so just wore the tie around his neck rather than properly.The rest of Orwell's Ravenclaw uniform was quickly thrown on and worn in an equally lazily fashion, though no more fighting had occurred with the rest of the uniform. The teen didn't particularly see the point of wearing a uniform at all, it just seemed to him to just be a really pointless and unnecessary way of just making everyone look the same. He liked being an individual, he liked expressing himself that was made pretty obvious by the fact his hair was at that moment in time a light greenish-blue colour. The teen grabbed his old second-hand backpack and began placing the different things that he would supposedly need into it. The teen easily swung his bag onto his back when finally he was ready to leave tightening the straps. The weight of it on his shoulders and back felt very strange and incredibly unwelcome, he wasn't used to any of this and he definitely was not a fan of it, not of the weight or the early mornings. Perhaps he may need the books he was carrying while in class that was why he was carrying them but surely the professors would have the books in class rather than making students lug them around all day every day. Undue stress on students and their backs. His mind couldn't help but think about the welfare of the smaller or possibly less able students, did they also have to carry the same weight he was carrying? He figured that the head of Ravenclaw house would be the one to talk about to about these concerns he had, in his mind it would be really unfair of the school to ask that of all the students regardless of the student's capabilities.
With that on his mind his stomach decided to change the direction of his morning and rumbled loudly, reminding him that he should grab something to eat before heading to class. Kitchen's mood perked up upon that thought, food. He felt far less concerned about the unnatural weight on his back with the thought of delicious food on his mind, and with that thought bounded out the dorm and towards the Great Hall. He was frustrated mostly due to tiredness that Ravenclaw tower was just so far from the Great Hall, he was a perfectly healthy and able boy but all of those steps at this time of the morning did not appeal to him in the slightest. Though even now, when he had places to be at certain and specific times Brock still did not see the point of running or rushing, he would reach the hall only slightly sooner and way more tired. Eventually the teen made it to the Great Hall, it was a room far larger than any Orwell had ever seen in the entirety of his existence. Though, as it turned out most of the rooms in the castle were larger than Orwell had ever seen before, Orwell had a fairly low bar for what constituted as larger. His home was made of wood and magic. It was small, simply decorated and was really only used for the purposes of quiet reading or sleeping. The rooms for his old school were open air and small, the kitchen and eating area by far the largest areas with buildings in his community and yet none of that stood up to this. Orwell glanced at the four largely full tables he knew that his house, Ravenclaw, had a table that Ravenclaw's were supposed to sit at, but the teen wasn't going to sit there. Orwell thought it was silly being told he was supposed to only sit at the table with others in his house and even more to that to have to sit with people that because he was a new transfer that he didn't know, there was only one person he was interested in sitting with that very morning, and that person was unfortunately not a Ravenclaw.
Spotting his friend easily, Orwell made his way over ignorant of the slight glances thrown his way. Over his shirt and tie, instead of wearing the school supplied jumper he wore the jumper that Archie had given him. A possession he treasured a lot. Without even so much as asking if he may sit down, Orwell just sat down next to his friend with a heavy and elongated sigh. Shrugging the bag off his back until it fell onto the floor with a resounding thud. "Its way too early, Archie. How do you manage this every morning? I feel horrible. Stupid education system forcing me out of bed so stupidly early" he whined slightly, he was incredibly tired and was really not enjoying being forced awake this early or the thought of having class. He sighed slightly and then leaned his head on Archie's shoulder. "Too early" he muttered, his voice rough a clear indication of the tiredness he currently felt.
Under the guidance of others in his community, school had started whenever, featured a lot of self teaching and didn't really have a real curriculum. He learnt a lot, they had had some of the prescribed school books, but it had been left up to him to learn the coursework which Orwell had thoroughly enjoyed and thrived with. This Hogwarts system he knew differed from that extensively. The people who taught the children in his community were excellent guides, they encouraged students to learn at their own pace but he'd never sat an exam in his still short life. Packing for Hogwarts had been hard it was more than just a process of throwing in all he owned and that being it done. Aside from a pair of shoes, one jumper and his wand he didn't technically own anything. As a community they had given Kitchen enough to get him by clothes wise, a whole mound of mostly political books and of course an eco-anarchist flag to take with him so he wouldn't forget them or their values as he ventured out. The flag was currently draped over his duvet at the foot of his four-poster bed and besides keeping the foot of his bed warm he had also taken to using it very much how a person would use a blanket, wrapping it around himself in the earliness of morning. That very morning the boy opened his eyes startled awake by a strange and unfamiliar noise he'd never heard before and realising fairly quickly that the noise was coming from his alarm clock. God, he hated it already, it was such a horrible and unnecessarily shrill noise, it took all his might to not smash it. The white of his eyes were red from a lack of sleep, dark shadows underneath his eyes, he'd just been so nervous so afraid that sleep had taken forever to come to him. Now, in the soft light of morning his mind could only curse colourfully at the ungodly early time and the horribly soul-destroying noise of his brand new alarm. Orwell loved mornings normally but that was when he woke up naturally at that time, not when an alarm cloak forced him and his body awake. However, incredibly sluggishly the boy began getting ready since he didn't have the time to sleep any longer unlike back home he had places he needed to be.
After fighting briefly with his ravenclaw tie Orwell had decided after a bout of swear words that he just couldn't tie it and so just wore the tie around his neck rather than properly.The rest of Orwell's Ravenclaw uniform was quickly thrown on and worn in an equally lazily fashion, though no more fighting had occurred with the rest of the uniform. The teen didn't particularly see the point of wearing a uniform at all, it just seemed to him to just be a really pointless and unnecessary way of just making everyone look the same. He liked being an individual, he liked expressing himself that was made pretty obvious by the fact his hair was at that moment in time a light greenish-blue colour. The teen grabbed his old second-hand backpack and began placing the different things that he would supposedly need into it. The teen easily swung his bag onto his back when finally he was ready to leave tightening the straps. The weight of it on his shoulders and back felt very strange and incredibly unwelcome, he wasn't used to any of this and he definitely was not a fan of it, not of the weight or the early mornings. Perhaps he may need the books he was carrying while in class that was why he was carrying them but surely the professors would have the books in class rather than making students lug them around all day every day. Undue stress on students and their backs. His mind couldn't help but think about the welfare of the smaller or possibly less able students, did they also have to carry the same weight he was carrying? He figured that the head of Ravenclaw house would be the one to talk about to about these concerns he had, in his mind it would be really unfair of the school to ask that of all the students regardless of the student's capabilities.
With that on his mind his stomach decided to change the direction of his morning and rumbled loudly, reminding him that he should grab something to eat before heading to class. Kitchen's mood perked up upon that thought, food. He felt far less concerned about the unnatural weight on his back with the thought of delicious food on his mind, and with that thought bounded out the dorm and towards the Great Hall. He was frustrated mostly due to tiredness that Ravenclaw tower was just so far from the Great Hall, he was a perfectly healthy and able boy but all of those steps at this time of the morning did not appeal to him in the slightest. Though even now, when he had places to be at certain and specific times Brock still did not see the point of running or rushing, he would reach the hall only slightly sooner and way more tired. Eventually the teen made it to the Great Hall, it was a room far larger than any Orwell had ever seen in the entirety of his existence. Though, as it turned out most of the rooms in the castle were larger than Orwell had ever seen before, Orwell had a fairly low bar for what constituted as larger. His home was made of wood and magic. It was small, simply decorated and was really only used for the purposes of quiet reading or sleeping. The rooms for his old school were open air and small, the kitchen and eating area by far the largest areas with buildings in his community and yet none of that stood up to this. Orwell glanced at the four largely full tables he knew that his house, Ravenclaw, had a table that Ravenclaw's were supposed to sit at, but the teen wasn't going to sit there. Orwell thought it was silly being told he was supposed to only sit at the table with others in his house and even more to that to have to sit with people that because he was a new transfer that he didn't know, there was only one person he was interested in sitting with that very morning, and that person was unfortunately not a Ravenclaw.
Spotting his friend easily, Orwell made his way over ignorant of the slight glances thrown his way. Over his shirt and tie, instead of wearing the school supplied jumper he wore the jumper that Archie had given him. A possession he treasured a lot. Without even so much as asking if he may sit down, Orwell just sat down next to his friend with a heavy and elongated sigh. Shrugging the bag off his back until it fell onto the floor with a resounding thud. "Its way too early, Archie. How do you manage this every morning? I feel horrible. Stupid education system forcing me out of bed so stupidly early" he whined slightly, he was incredibly tired and was really not enjoying being forced awake this early or the thought of having class. He sighed slightly and then leaned his head on Archie's shoulder. "Too early" he muttered, his voice rough a clear indication of the tiredness he currently felt.
I did not mean to make it so long dude, like I got carried away. Like wtf. I don't get it. I got distracted and suddenly booom huge in length. The next ones, I swear will be shorter.