"Right, Clint," he repeated to make sure he had it right. He knew all about choosing your name so he wasn't about to fuck up with the Clinton thing. "I don't think there's anyone else here though," Jamie stated as he wandered down the hall. He opened up a door which led to what appeared to be a very elaborate potion dungeon, then another door - an extremely lush bathroom which he thought might be what the prefects' toilet looked like. But so far, no people.
"What the fuck," he frowned, not bothering to censor himself with a kid. Orphaned kids knew more about the world than anyone else did, he figured. His dad sure did. "Well, I guess our next step is to raid the kitchen and eat whatever we like," Jamie stated, keeping the potion room in mind just in case he had to brew a poison antidote or look for a bezoar.