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JaySM on November 13, 2025, 1:47 am
Dean stared unseeingly at the blue and bronze banners that hung from the wall of the Ravenclaw common room. He couldn’t sleep. He felt too restless. He wasn’t the only one awake. There were a few students huddled together over a table on the far side of the common room playing some sort of card game. They spoke in low voices, their laughter restrained as they flipped cards and snapped their fingers. Dean closed his eyes to tune them out and focus on his own thoughts. A shaky plan formed in his mind as he tried to prioritize what he needed to do first from his mental list.
He needed to schedule a time to meet up with the other Travelers. He could tell it was going to be hard juggling his schoolwork and his self-study sessions. Next, he needed to-
A small explosion could be heard and Dean’s head shot in the direction of the table nearby. There was a thin plume of smoke coming from one of the cards and the girl facing him, covered her mouth before bursting into a fit of giggles. Of all the times they could choose to play Exploding Snap. Dean messaged his temple, letting out a calming breath. By the time he focused back to his surroundings, he noticed a young boy in the armchair in front of him, holding a black tome protectively against his chest.
“Hello,” greeted Dean.
The boy dropped his gaze as if he were hesitant to respond. Dean knew him. He tried to memorize all the Ravenclaws names that were sorted in the same year from him. The ‘book’ didn’t really go into detail about the students in other houses. Which makes sense, since the main character was from Gryffindor.
Dean’s vision blurred as he met the boy’s bright blue eyes, and the room vanished and was replaced by Neville’s round face. “I’ll be in Gryffindor and keep an eye on the trio,” his voice echoed. Dean’s vision distorted again, snippets of memories played silently, shortening to just brief images until they settled to a familiar white void, where a small group of people crowding over a book.
Dean inhaled sharply as he suddenly came to, noticing the boy was still in front of him.
There was an apology at his lips, but he refrained. There was something about that boy reminded him of the other Travelers.
“Do you know J.K. Rowling?”
@thegestaltprince
Dean stared unseeingly at the blue and bronze banners that hung from the wall of the Ravenclaw common room. He couldn’t sleep. He felt too restless. He wasn’t the only one awake. There were a few students huddled together over a table on the far side of the common room playing some sort of card game. They spoke in low voices, their laughter restrained as they flipped cards and snapped their fingers. Dean closed his eyes to tune them out and focus on his own thoughts. A shaky plan formed in his mind as he tried to prioritize what he needed to do first from his mental list.
He needed to schedule a time to meet up with the other Travelers. He could tell it was going to be hard juggling his schoolwork and his self-study sessions. Next, he needed to-
A small explosion could be heard and Dean’s head shot in the direction of the table nearby. There was a thin plume of smoke coming from one of the cards and the girl facing him, covered her mouth before bursting into a fit of giggles. Of all the times they could choose to play Exploding Snap. Dean messaged his temple, letting out a calming breath. By the time he focused back to his surroundings, he noticed a young boy in the armchair in front of him, holding a black tome protectively against his chest.
“Hello,” greeted Dean.
The boy dropped his gaze as if he were hesitant to respond. Dean knew him. He tried to memorize all the Ravenclaws names that were sorted in the same year from him. The ‘book’ didn’t really go into detail about the students in other houses. Which makes sense, since the main character was from Gryffindor.
Dean’s vision blurred as he met the boy’s bright blue eyes, and the room vanished and was replaced by Neville’s round face. “I’ll be in Gryffindor and keep an eye on the trio,” his voice echoed. Dean’s vision distorted again, snippets of memories played silently, shortening to just brief images until they settled to a familiar white void, where a small group of people crowding over a book.
Dean inhaled sharply as he suddenly came to, noticing the boy was still in front of him.
There was an apology at his lips, but he refrained. There was something about that boy reminded him of the other Travelers.
“Do you know J.K. Rowling?”
@thegestaltprince
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