Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Dormitory

If Principal Choi works hard enough, someday she might just end up there with a student perched on her gravestone, smoking a joint. The dormitory or boarding parts of the Academy are slightly more modern –built about a century after the main grounds. It is divided into six identical buildings, each a boring, three-storey, fifteen room slab of concrete, glass, and steel, all an identical grey. Each dorm building is referred to as a house. We have; House Artemis and House Apollo which boards the Year Ones, then House Persephone and House Hades for the Year Twos, and finally, House Hera and House Zeus for the Year Threes, aka the seniors, aka us that are ready to hightail out of this shithole,

Green explained dutifully as they walked. The dormitory area is designed to look like a miniature house from a cartoon, and it is quite adorable. Camille escorted them to one of the rooms and unlocked the door. That is not a good thing. There are two cartoon beds and a bathroom in the room. There are two sets of cupboards, boxes, slippers, quilts, and other similar items in the house. It is a two-child dormitory.

Something about my encounter earlier didn’t feel right; especially because it was in the same area, I smelled that rancid flesh scent near the academic center. I shuddered at the thought. Just as we walked through the doors of Dormitory A, I was standing in the middle of a very clustered and frantic living area which had a few couches, a few televisions, a small kitchen, a community bathroom that only had a toilet and sinks because each dorm room had their own bathrooms with showers, and a couple of tables with puzzle pieces and gameboards scattered across them. Students were everywhere though and they looked terrified.

Bayo asked. The young man shook his head. "Just us. We tried to stay quiet after...after they got into the building." Luke nodded. "Let’s move. Stay close and stay quiet." --- The dormitories The dormitories were another story entirely. The long corridors, once filled with laughter and chatter, were now claustrophobic and filled with a foul stench. The doors to most rooms hung ajar, revealing scenes of chaos—overturned beds, shattered mirrors, and bloodstains smeared across the walls.

I didn’t need to be told twice. We reached the dormitories shortly after we passed the break area. The building was enormous, divided into wings for each student class ranked by strength. Vincent led us up a grand spiral staircase to the third floor and down a polished hallway before stopping at a heavy oak door. I did not bother myself with asking why we were at the wing for the strongest students. We were late so there probably wasn’t enough space in the other wings to accommodate us. “These will be your quarters,” he said, pushing the door open to reveal a spacious room with six beds neatly arranged along the walls. Each bed had a small trunk at its foot, and the room was surprisingly war

Its silhouette is gutted by time and weather. Isolde stood beside him, coat pulled tight, her expression unreadable. “You okay?” she asked softly. “No,” he answered. “But I remember everything.” Penelope joined them at the back entrance, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, flashlight clipped to her belt. “Place gives me the creeps,” she muttered. “Even before we open secret orphan crypts.” Dorian led them inside. The smell was still the same: bleach and rot and chalk dust. The dormitory hall was intact, just darker. Narrow metal-frame beds lined the walls, tiny lockers still bearing initials from long-gone boys. Dorian’s eyes scanned for one in particular.

Rita The Great Hall of Blackthorn Academy hummed with energy, the air thick with the mingling scents of magic, fur, and something faintly metallic—vampires. Rita stood among the crowd of new students, her gaze flickering over the sea of faces. The woman at the front—Alice—was undoubtedly a witch. Her arms jingled with beaded bracelets, her neck adorned with layered necklaces, each one humming with protective charms. "Junior students will be housed in eight-person dormitories," Alice announced, her voice smooth as honey. "Upperclassmen share four-person suites, and our pre-college foundational year students enjoy private studios."

Headmistress guided us to a dorm room and I read 'Amethyst' hovering above the wooden doors. "Sophia Addison, Amethyst would be your humble abode for the whole school year." Headmistress Ranella welcomed me and opened the doors. What greeted us was a common room filled with antique wooden furnitures with light purple crystals as a design at the center of the dorm room. I glanced around and saw two wooden curve-like stairs leading to what I'm guessing are the rooms. It even has a mini library and a study area at the right while a slightly huge kitchen to the left side. The whole place is screaming elegance as it had light and dark purple gemstones since it is technically the amethyst dorms an

Basically, that was where they train and teach knights for battles, even if they were from noble families or royals. It meant that I would also study there. Great. I'll learn how to be a murderer. I cackled in my mind. Also, in respect for the Four Godly Beasts, there were four dorms named after them. "That sounded like Hogwarts just now," I commented as we I finally reached the end of the forest and flew over the sea. The cold sea breeze brushed against our skin, also smelling slight saltiness from it. Morris sent me a weird look and I shook my head. "Don't mind me."

The old paintings and tapestries that hung on the walls seemed to come alive as you walked past them. The dorm was divided up into sections which were called cabins. It was an area of three or four rooms .. each room had its own bathroom and housed two students. And those rooms shared a common room…. Sooo Harry Potter. The common rooms all had their own fireplace which we kept going at all times during the colder months .. like right now.