The Commons seemed more efficient than other places in the school, with sleek, yet comfortable furniture in the House colors - cream and gray - scattered around the large room. There were tables to do homework at and a fireplace with a mantle above it that held any number of board games, including Gobstones and Munchkin. There had been a copy of the Muggle game Diplomacy when Rob was a student but apparently it had since been removed due to having been the cause of a rather nasty feud between some more ardant gamers. There were also more board games - and space to play them - in the game room that was opposite the entrance.. Behind the fireplace was an entrance to the Secret Passageways, but the Potions professor wasn’t about to tell the students about it; finding the Passageways was at least half the fun.
Once all of the students had successfully jumped down the hole, they all found themselves standing in the Aquila Common Room in front of a perfectly normal looking door. There hadn’t been a rough landing; one minute they’d jumped into the hole and the next they were just standing there. Or in Rob’s case, sitting there.
While the students looked around the room, presumably in some sort of awe, Rob impatiently rolled back and forth. The flames on his wheel covers turned as slowly as his wheels did, and Rob hoped his students noticed them. One of the best parts about using a chair was being able to use wheelchair covers. For the most part, Rob preferred his flames but sometimes he changed the covers for festive occasions or to make a particular point. If he’d been any good at Charms he could have had some fun with it, but he wasn’t so he didn’t.
“So like I said,” Rob continued his speech from the hallway. “I’m Rob, I’m your Head of House so I’m responsible for making sure you don’t die or cause too much trouble.” Emphasis on too much. Rob knew from his own time at RMI with Headmaster Morgan - er, Toby - that the man was jovial and willing to put up with an awful lot before things got serious. “This is where you’ll be living for the next several years. Girls’ dorms on the left, boys’ on the right, and if you try to go up a staircase that doesn’t match your gender, you’ll drop through the stairs right into the Headmaster’s office, so I’d avoid doing that. Also,” Rob added, as an afterthought, recalling something that had happened in his time at RMI, “don’t use that as a shortcut to get to the Head’s office otherwise I’ll probably have to give you detention or something.”
“Anyway, here at RMI we have a couple of different extracurriculars for you. Quidditch tryouts will be soon - you’ll be able to sign up on the bulletin board,” Rob gestured to the board, behind them on the left. “We also have a school newspaper, Rocky Voices, and a Dueling Club. Notices will go up about those as the school year gets rolling, so just keep an eye out.”
The brown-haired man continued to describe the basics of living at RMI - classes, breakfast, etc. - while his brown eyes took in the students in front of him. None of them looked like they were about to vomit from anxiety or anything so he figured he was doing a good job.
“All right, that’s the talk,” Rob finished. “Curfew is at ten, be back in the Commons by then. Feel free to come talk to me if you need anything - my office is in the Admin wing I showed you earlier. Oh also,” he had forgotten. “If you have any Muggle electronics, music players or digital watches or whatever, they won’t work here. You’ll have to ask Professor McKindy or Professor Taylor to charm them for you so they will. It’s a magical fields thing, apparently.” The same reason you had to be careful with magic around potions, or so Rob thought.
Rob waved, and left the Commons through the door behind them, which left him sitting casually in the dead end of the hallway they had originally dropped down through.
This year he had really outdone himself with his annual prank, hoping to catch some older students who thought themselves cleverer than he was too. He had painted a thin layer of mildly hallucinogenic potion over some select pieces of the furniture; it would release slowly over time and would definitely have dispersed by the end of the first week of classes, but in the meantime he hoped that a few of his favorites would get a whiff. It wouldn’t harm anyone or give anyone harmful hallucinations - wouldn’t even give them a headache - but he figured that it wouldn’t hurt any of the resident Aquilas to see their friends as talking purple fungi for a little while.
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