At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. ‘Password?' she said
Caput Draconis,' said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it – Neville needed a leg up – and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cosy, round room full of squashy armchairs
Does anyone else dream of cozying up in the Gryffindor Common Room when it’s cold and rainy outside? ❤️⚡️
6591514 February, 2019
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