House Modron’s common room stretches out into a broad, half-cavernous hall. Tunnels and caverns branch off from the common room; the two largest lead to the dormitories, while smaller passages trail into dead ends, passages blocked by cave-ins, or doorways that seemingly lead to nowhere. Many a first year has ended up lost in search of the bathrooms.
Dark timber beams brace the stone walls, and narrow windows cut into the cliff let in thin streaks of light. The ceiling glows with floating candles, paper lanterns, and strings of tiny enchanted lights draped across the beams.
Fireplaces are built into the stone walls at intervals, each hearth framed by carved mantels cluttered with candles. Seating areas are spread throughout, filled with armchairs sunken with age, sofas lovingly patched to keep usable, sturdy oak tables scarred with initials. Much of the furniture was clearly purchased, brought from home, or maintained by past students.
In a corner of the room sits the Hope Chest, a dark wooden trunk containing lucky relics left by each Modron graduating class. Bronze buttons, a necklace made of cheap plastic, a favourite book; it is a treasure trove of once-beloved lucky charms that were left behind.