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Ramshackle Dorm used to go by another name.
It's been so long that it didn't remember the name it used to go by.
Once a well-known dorm with bustling students and magic abound.
Gradually, other dorms appeared, and the dorm's students waned.
Over time, there were no students at all.
With time, the upkeep stopped.
Till it was forgotten.
The dorm grew dormant.
It didn't see a need to keep awake.
So imagine its surprise when a child showed up one day.
Worn and scared with the headmaster. It didn't understand why the headmaster couldn't take you to the other dorms, nor did it understand why he left you with the intruding cat and the ghosts who made themselves home centuries ago.
Maybe your stay would be temporary. There would be no way that the headmaster would leave a young one like you in such a decrepit place for a long time.
It hoped.
When you cried in the middle of the night, it wished it could turn on the hearth or close the holes in the walls to comfort you, give you warmth.
You and your cat gave it a new name.
Ramshackle Dorm.
In times past, it would be a name it would have scorned.
But now? It couldn't.
Not when you affectionately gave it to them.
And especially not when you quietly whispered, "We've both been abandoned, huh?"
You patted the walls. It could feel your trembling hands, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I got you."
That was when it knew it would carry the name with pride, and it would care for you and your little cat.
Ramshackle didn't care for when the redhead disturbed your sleep, but seeing you perk up it let the rude one slide.
When you came back injured from a tournament, it couldn't help but worry.
Why did you have to get hurt?
It wished it had extra blankets it could give you during the cold.
If only it had magic like centuries ago.
When you got kicked out of your home, yes, your home, by two students from Octavinelle.
Ramshackle Dorm did not let it slide.
The audacity to hurt one of its own? How dare they?
It made sure the twins suffered from broken floors and unopened doors.
Their screams and yelps were heard long into the night.
You had walks with Malleus Draconia nowadays.
He as a student it knew well. Someone who admired the dorm even in its decrepit state.
It approved of you making more friends.
Two souls lost and alone would make great friends.
When you didn't return home after your kitchen duties, the fairies from the kitchen told of your whereabouts.
Ramshackle eased when you returned home.
But it couldn't help the worry when it saw the bite marks on you.
It didn't care for the extra guests that came to stay at their home.
Nor the criticisms or downgrading comments about its condition.
How dare these young ones take for granted the land on which they stand?
If they knew the truth, they wouldn't be speaking such disgraceful words.
It didn't like these new students.
"We'll be having new guests for a while," you patted it gently on the walls, "Only for a little bit, okay? Then we can doll you up a little more from the prize money."
But you did it for your home, so it saw no reason to cause them trouble.
…maybe it'd play some tricks to get you to smile, and as a form of revenge.
Ramschackle was content to see you surrounded by your peers.
A happier aura to your usual manner.
It was furious.
Intruders.
Intruders broke into its dwelling and not only took those in its care, but also hurt you and took the students??
How dare such a crime be committed on their sacred grounds?
Grim and the students tried their best to fight back, but they couldn't against powers stronger than them.
Ramshackle could only helplessly observe as they were taken.
That day, the Ramshackle dorm made a decision.
It would not stand by and watch anymore.
It started gathering magic and its dwelling changed: rooms once locked opened, land once barren started growing, cracking walls mended-but it wasn't quick enough.
The magic needed to awaken its powers would take a while.
The portal to the dorm still lay dormant.
It was thanks to ancient Draconia magic that Ramschackle was able to gather magic more quickly.
The magic of nature more healing than any other kind.
It wasn't happy for the trouble the dragon heir gave you.
But it would give him a pass, since he was long a companion of the dorm and a friend of yours.
Now, it could plan.
Ramshackle Dorm settled quietly.
The young ones had a sleepover today.
Laughter and jokes in the air.
It had missed this feeling.
The ghosts made sure everyone was covered in blankets, while it closed the windows and the curtains.
It increased the flames in the hearth, making sure the young ones slept comfortably.
What a lovely home it had become.
Now that time had passed by, it had recovered its magic.
It was time to talk to the magic mirror.
Its students needed the protection, and a new founder needed to be placed.
You would have a place here for however long you called it home.
For that's what it would be.
Your home.
In the mirror chamber, the Mirror awakens, beckoned by magic it doesn't recognize.
A proud and esteemed one has been chosen.
One whose power is veiled with the power of darkness.
The fairest and proudest flower of evil.
In Hall of Mirrors, the sound of rumblings is heard.
What once was a wall broke, revealing a mirror concealed for centuries.
The campus thrums with energy.
Only those tuned into magic would notice.
A message was sent to all.
A dorm that had long slept has now awakened.
A new founder has been chosen.
Now, Night Raven College will welcome them anew:
The Prefect and their Ramschackle Dorm