Garreth did so love riddles. The invigorating thrill he felt when finally solved a hard one was similar in intensity to the one he felt when he learned a new useless fact or understood a new mathematical concept. It all stemmed from his love of unveiling mysteries. Thoughts, words, concepts and actions, things previously hidden, now uncovered. Few things made him happy the way a good riddle did.

His affinity for them meant that it didn't take him long to figure out the one given to him by the famous knocker. The boy still had hard time believing he was finally there. The Ravenclaw tower, where he belonged. When the knocker was satisfied with his answer and the door swung open to reveal the common room, the bespectacled first year stepped inside.

The one and only Ravenclaw common room. It was still as magnificent as the first time he saw it, the night before.

Oh! And there was Prefect Thornton handing out raffle tickets. With all the commotion at the opening feast, Garreth had, like many of his housemates, been unable to get his hands on a ticket, and h half expected to not be eligible for a prize because of that. Thankfully though, Ravenclaw thinks of everything. "Thank you very much." he smiled politely as he received his ticket and stepped from the entryway into the common room proper.

Rachel, Haddie, and Ailsa were the first familiar faces he spotted, instinctively making his way toward them. Of course, he noticed Mr. Kitridge, but once again, found it difficult to introduce himself, though he wanted to. Garreth admired the man very much, and had a multitude of questions regarding the day to day operation of the world famous Hogwarts library. Not to mention the fact that he was also Head of House, practically the leader, of Ravenclaw house, the object of his biggest aspirations since learning to speak.

So how could he just waltz right up and say hello?

Instead, he approached the aforementioned familiar faces and gave a distracted wave, his mind completely in the clouds. "Hey, you guys." he muttered, straightening his Ravenclaw tie, which thankfully had been spared ruin at the hands of the previous night's food fight.