Door knobs and lessons.

Ambition

noun

a strong desire to do or to achieve something, typically requiring determination and hard work.

They say Slytherin House members have strong ambitions. What do they mean by that? Does it mean you're more hardworking, more willing to put in the hours, more stubborn? Does it mean you have lofty goals, or plans? It's a question you've been pondering since last night's sorting, what is it that makes one person a lion and the other a snake? You put on your robes and start to get ready. Philosophical questions can wait until you've aced your classes. You do a quick rundown on everything you have, wand, books, and bag.

"You seen my wand?"

"How'd you lose your wand already? You'll lose your head at this rate."

Two blonde boys are speaking from their side of the dorm. They look like brothers. You spot a fancy looking curved piece of wood with a polished handle. "Is that it right there?"

The two brothers look over to you. Handsome faces on tall bodies, they have a bit of a haughty air about them though. "Ah that's it. Thank you, I'm Caso, Caso Malfoy." He looks at you with a question in his eyes.

"Turner Hallow, nice to meet you as well."

"What class do you have first Turner?" Caso asks you, as the other brother steps forward and shakes your hand. "I'm Leto Malfoy thank you for your help." He and Caso look to be twins, but Caso's emerald green eyes and Leto's deep black ones are dead giveaways for who is who.

"Wand Handling and Care with Professor Heartwell." You were given a piece of parchment with your schedule written on it last night. You remembered it all of course. "Hey same as me!" Caso looks over his parchment with raised eyebrows and laughs. "Hope we don't get lost." He stows the paper away. "Have fun on your own Leto." Caso throws an arm over your shoulder, "Lead the way Turner!"

"Please don't let my brother rope you into anything too crazy Turner." Leto nods to you before smacking Caso on the head and leaving. Throughout this entire interaction you note that Caso seems much more affable than his brother. Leto carries a more professional air about him, someone you would expect to be in Slytherin. Caso could fit right in Gryffindor to be frank.

"I can't believe the size of this place." The hall you're walking through is covered in green velvet and decorative artwork. You could also fit three elephants in the place. "Yeah tell me about it." Caso replies. A gaggle of girls pass by you, you've never smelled something so pleasant, so damn alluring. Caso catches your reaction, "Too many hot witches to count ay Turner?"

You nod eagerly in agreement. "My grades are going to suffer from the amount of ass in this school." Caso laughs.

After navigating several sets of treacherous stairways and paths you find yourself at the entrance to Professor Heartwell's classroom. A crowd of students are surrounding the doorway to the class, the door itself has no handles and is made from a deep blue wood. "How do you reckon we get in?" A young man with oily hair asks as he steps forward and touches the door. A loud pop deafens you and your surrounding classmates as the young man is blasted backwards and onto his ass. "Certainly not like that." Caso whispers in your ear. You smirk and take a closer look at the guy. He doesn't look any worse for wear except... except for the large door handle currently placed on the young man's forehead. A ripple of laughter shakes the crowd of young adults. "Don't you dare laugh! This is not funny in the slightest!" The door handle jiggles a bit as the man shakes in fury. The laughing only grows stronger, "This is completely unacceptable! How could the faculty allow this sort of thing to happen?"

"I agree Mr. Newbury. This is utterly unacceptable. The fact that nearly all of you were unaware as to what sort of creature this supposed door is, is just disdainful. Minus twenty points from all of your houses." A tall woman with a stern face is looking down at Mr. Newbury, her hair is long and strawberry blonde, her skin pale and wrinkled, her eyes blue and sparkling. The students go dead silent. "Mr. Newbury please stand up." The young Hufflepuff first year stands, he's considerably shorter than the ancient woman.

"I heard quite the amount of laughter at Mr. Newbury's misfortune." Professor Heartwell pulls her wand from her robes. It's dark and slender with a jagged tip. "My dear students if I am capable of teaching anything, it will be this one thing, you are all in this together. Regardless of your house." With a swish and flick Professor Heartwell taps the handle on Newbury's forehead. You feel a heavy weight begin to form on your forehead, "Ah shit." Several loud pops ring out in the hallway as door handles form on the rest of the students foreheads. Your first reaction is shock, this Professor is out of her damn mind! Then it's belly aching laughter as you see a large brass handle, twice the size of everyone else, placed snugly on Professor Heartwell's dome piece. "Settle down now." The laughter calms and the class quiets, even with brass door handles between their eyes, their focus is on their teacher. "Who can tell me how to pass this door? I'll even give you a hint, it has to do with this class."

"Oh!" A feminine hand shoots up into the air, nails bright pink. No one else puts their hand up. "Yes. You."

"This door is made from Asking Wood, Professor. It's commonly used in wand making, due to its ability to intuit human commands. If there is a way to open it, we simply need to ask."

"Excellent answer Miss Oversea. Twenty points to Ravenclaw. Will you do the honors?" Heartwell steps aside and gestures the young witch forward. She steps forward and your face lights up, she still has the white heels on. "Hello there sir or ma'am door. Could you please tell me how to open you?"

"Well it's about time someone asked! I've seen trolls brighter than some of you lot! Merlin's sagging balls! Look at the size of your rack girl, it's always the first years I tell ya." You swear the door makes a perverted face.

"Steven, the question." Professor Heartwell's face is unamused at best. "Right right." The door grunts and a door handle pops right out. "Make yourselves at home hahaha!" The handles from everyone's foreheads melt away as the classroom comes into sight.

"Remind me to never get one of those Turner." Caso rubs his head and sighs.