<strong>Name:</strong>Basil Brancoveanu<br/><strong>House/Year: </strong>Hufflepuff/6th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hufflepuff common room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Danner and Alphonse<br/><br/>Basil waved goodnight to Alphonse and Mori, being just a tad happy about not having them as roommates. Al was alright, but he didn’t quite see Mori sleeping peacefully all night long and  sleep was something Basil loved more than he wanted to show.  A healthy diet, regular training and at least eight hours of good sleep were something he would never go without.<br/><br/>“I’ll go unpack” he said to Danner and took off after biding Serena goodnight. Charlize wasn’t there yet, for a moment he thought about asking the girl were she had last seen their friend, but that would only make way for further teasings on her part.<br/><br/>Once in the room, Basil took a gander at his surroundings. The two beds seemed comfortable and large enough for two skinny people or a larger person to sleep in. The canopies were made out of heavy velvet, the same fabric used for the large curtains hanging at the windows, made to keep out the sunlight.  The tapestries on the walls depicted quills and various types of scrolls, probably a subtle encourangement for fervent studies, while the small carpets near each bed were fluffy and warm.<br/><br/>Basil found his luggage near one of the beds, unopened just as he left it in the train. It was a rather small wooden chest with metal hinges in front and to the sides. Its carvings represented folkloric motives of hunting deers. From there he took out all of his clothes: two robes with the Hufflepuff emblem in their chest, two scarfs in the Hufflepuff colors (black and yellow), three different pairs of trousers and a pair of jeans, different shirts and a whole bag of socks. You can never have too many socks. It was rather warm for that time of year, so he settled for sweat pants to sleep in, wearing nothing on top.  Jerry was sleepins soundless on top of the bed where he first let it before going though his luggage. The charmed schedule was on top of the nightstand, Astronomy was the first class, early in the morning.<br/><br/>Kneeling, he started his usual prayers, wishing for a better year at Hogwarts than all the rest before it.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Charlize Renard<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Hufflepuff/4th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ground Floor<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Gustav, perhaps Richard Blackthorne (NPC)<br/><br/>She did not know why, but Gustav’s request thrilled Charlize more than anything that had happened that day. While he took the way down to the dungeons, she stood for a while on top of the stairs watching his back. Most of the students were already in their common rooms or dorms so Charlize had time to re-live the events of that day in peace.<br/><br/>One in front of the Hufflepuff common room, she remembered that there was a certain something she needed to know. Trying the secret knock from last year, an unfruitful attempt as it turned out to be,  she came this close in being soaked to the bone in vinegar by the Hufflepuff trap.<br/>“Maybe you ought to wait for your Prefect, Charlize dear.” The kind lady in the portrait said. With all her good luck, Richard just may be late as well.<br/>