HP : King In The Wizarding World

After the Sorting Ceremony concluded and the Great Hall returned to its usual hum of cheerful conversation, Louis joined Cho and Evangeline at the Ravenclaw table. Plates of exquisite food appeared in front of them with a magical shimmer — roasted meats, steaming vegetables, golden Yorkshire puddings, and an array of desserts that made Louis's eyes widen slightly.

The three ate together, exchanging stories, impressions, and quiet laughter. Louis, though still composed, allowed himself to relax. Every detail of Hogwarts seemed to hum with ancient enchantments, and even the food tasted like something conjured straight from a memory of comfort and warmth.

When dessert faded from the golden plates, a tall, elegant student with a refined poise approached the group of new first-years. Her robes bore the Ravenclaw crest, and she wore a silver prefect badge. She had striking auburn hair tied neatly into a braid and spoke with a soft French accent.

"First-years, follow me please. I'm Éléonore Montclair, your prefect. I'll be showing you to our common room."

Louis raised an eyebrow with quiet amusement. Another French speaker — the stars aligned.

They followed her through the grand halls of the castle, lit by floating lanterns and flickering torches. The deeper they went, the quieter it became, until they reached a tall, spiral staircase leading up into one of the castle's highest towers. At the top stood a plain wooden door with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker.

Éléonore turned to the group. "Ravenclaw doesn't use passwords like the other houses. To enter, you must answer a riddle. Listen."

She knocked once.

"I have cities, but no houses; mountains, but no trees; water, but no fish. What am I?"

After a short silence, Louis stepped forward. "A map," he answered confidently.

The eagle-shaped knocker gave a soft click, and the door swung open.

Inside, gasps filled the air.

The Ravenclaw common room was breathtaking — a wide, circular space with arched windows that offered a panoramic view of the night sky and surrounding mountains. Stars sparkled through the enchanted glass, and moonlight bathed the pale blue and silver decor in a gentle glow. Delicate tapestries depicted famous Ravenclaws throughout history, and tall bookshelves reached the ceiling, overflowing with worn tomes and magical volumes. A white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw stood gracefully in an alcove, her eyes kind yet wise.

"This," said Éléonore with a proud smile, "is your new home."

After a brief tour, the first-years were led to their sleeping quarters. Most students were grouped in shared dormitories, but when Louis entered his assigned room, he blinked — it was private. A quiet, comfortable space with a tall window, a large canopy bed, and plenty of open shelves and surfaces. Apparently, an old enchantment had created a few additional rooms when too many boys had been sorted into Ravenclaw in the past. Now, one had been assigned to him.

He couldn't have been more pleased.

Once alone, Louis immediately unpacked his trunk, placing enchanted books from his collection on a floating shelf. Then, with a flick of his wand, he began transforming the room. He transfigured the far wall into an alchemical workbench, complete with beakers, glowing crystals, and parchment pinned to a corkboard. An entire corner became a research nook, complete with quills, enchanted ink, and diagrams of magical theory.

Satisfied, he sat on the bed, drawing a deep breath.

Then, he closed his eyes and focused inward.

"Fleur?" he called gently with his mind.

There was a moment of stillness… then a warm, familiar presence responded.

"Louis! You're finally settled?"

"Oui, just now. Hogwarts is… more than I imagined."

They spoke like this often — not with words exactly, but with thoughts, impressions, emotions woven between mental phrases. Their link, forged through their shared magical resonance and strengthened by time, allowed them to remain close no matter the distance.

Fleur's voice in his mind was full of light. "Tell me everything. How is the castle?"

"Magnificent. The lake, the stars, the towers… And the Ravenclaw common room — it's like a temple dedicated to knowledge. You'd love it. Books everywhere, riddles guarding the door, marble statues that speak wisdom just by being there."

Fleur laughed softly in his mind. "It sounds like the perfect place for you."

They talked for what felt like hours. Louis told her about Cho and Evangeline, about the enchanted boats, the floating candles, and the ancient atmosphere of the castle. Fleur, in return, shared a little about Beauxbâtons — the elegance, the discipline, the fine control of wandwork in class.

Eventually, Fleur's presence began to fade with the weariness of the day. "Bonne nuit, Louis. Dream well."

"And you. À demain."

Louis opened his eyes, the bond gently quieting. The room felt warm, glowing softly with ambient magic. He stood and descended the spiral stairs back into the common room.

The fire in the hearth crackled quietly. Most students had gone to bed, but Louis wandered slowly among the shelves of books, brushing his fingers along the spines. He selected a few that caught his eye:

— The Art of Wandless Precision: Theory

— Enchanted Mechanisms: A Guide to Magical Engineering

— Rare Creatures of the Northern Hemisphere

— Advanced Magical Transmutation: Vol. II

Books in hand, he returned to his room. He placed them on his desk, changed into his nightclothes, and sat for a moment beneath the moonlight. His first day at Hogwarts had been long, but it had exceeded every expectation.

As he slipped into bed, his mind already danced with tomorrow's possibilities. The first classes. The magic yet to be learned. The secrets yet to uncover.