"Okay. Thanks."

He nods. "No problem." (The Ravenclaws seem to be less inclined to stare at Ellie than the other Houses, actually, no one's really bothering them.)

Anathema hums. "So maybe we'll have a few days to get settled in, then."

"Seems like."

"That'll be nice... Maybe they'll also give us a map."

"The castle likes to change its floorplan, as I understand it."

"Maybe a magic changing map."

"Might work..."

"Might be complicated, though."

"Probably there's wards and things you'd have to work around or integrate with."

"Hm. Yeah. I think Hogwarts is Unplottable, so that might also mess with it."

"Mm."

Nom nom nom.

And a bit later a prefect walks by with a thin stack of papers, handing them out to each first year. "These're your schedules," she says. "It's late, so Professor Flitwick's going to wait until tomorrow morning to go over them with you all."

Nod. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." And she moves on down the table.

What's the schedule have to say for itself, hmm?

Their school day is divided into three blocks! Each block is two hours long. The first one is from nine in the morning to eleven. The second is from one to three. The third is from four to six. They only have classes Monday through Friday. Only ten of the fifteen blocks (spread out so there's two a day) are taken up overall.

Monday, the second of September, they have no classes. On Tuesday and Thursday they have Orientation (single House) in the first block. They have no other classes until the week of September the ninth, though, at which point their classes settle into what they'll be on non-holiday weeks. The week of Monday, September the twenty third is a holiday (marked as "Mabon (Autumn Equinox)", as is the week of Monday, October the twenty eighth (marked as "Samhain"). The last day of the school year is Friday, December the thirteenth (with a note that school restarts Monday, December the thirtieth, after the Yule break).

Monday:

-History of Magic, Block 1 (with Gryffindor)

-Elective, Block 3 (please inform your Head of House of your choice by Wednesday, September Fourth)

Tuesday:

-Charms, Block 2 (with Hufflepuff)

-Defense Against the Dark Arts, Block 3 (with Slytherin)

Wednesday:

-Orientation, Block 2 (with Gryffindor)

-Transfiguration, Block 3 (with Hufflepuff)

Thursday:

-Herbology, Block 1 (with Gryffindor)

-Composition, Block 3 (with Slytherin)

Friday:

-Potions, Block 1 (with Hufflepuff)

-Flying, Block 2 (with Slytherin)

 

The first year electives are:

-Art

-Drama

-Literature

-Music

"Which elective do you think you'll take?" she asks Anathema.

"Dunno! They all sound fun..." She hums. "Art sounds the most fun, though."

"Could be, yeah. I think they'll talk about them in Orientation, too."

"Yeah. And maybe Professor Flitwick will go over them tomorrow."

Nod nod.

She yawns, a bit. 

The welcoming feast seems to be drawing to a bit of a close - and, soon after their schedules get handed out, the prefects come by to say that they're showing the first years to their dorms. (The older students can stay at the feast a bit longer, though a couple of them are peeling away already.)

Oh good, they won't have to find their way themselves.

The Ravenclaw dorms appear to be in one of the highest towers (appropriately named Ravenclaw Tower). There are a lot of stairs on the way, though at least none of them are more than one story at a time, and the prefect leading them has them stop to rest occasionally on the way. The halls at least have a lot of convenient (and comfortable) benches.

The dorm entrance is on the seventh floor, guarded by a statue of a woman with an eagle on her arm. The prefect addresses her, saying, "My lady, the new first years would like to request entrance to your Tower."

The statue's mouth opens, though her expression doesn't change. "Scholars are always welcome here," she says, voice crisp and light. "If these students seek my knowledge, let them answer me this: I am the king of scales. I alone hand down the law, and my voice strikes fear wherever I walk. Defy me, and I will consume you. Who am I?"

The prefect hums, then, somewhat sadly: "...She usually wants new students to answer their first riddle as a group, so I can't help you guys."

"...That doesn't make any sense. The first half is Justice, but justice doesn't 'consume' people or strike fear. And anyway I don't seek your knowledge, I seek my bed."