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“I think that’s the last of it.” Mr. Weasley said, hands on his hips as he looked around the dorm room. Mr. Weasley was the father of Ron Weasley who was Harry Potter’s best mate. He was helping Harry and Ron move into their nicely-sized dorm; Mrs. Weasley also wanted to help carry boxes but she started crying everytime she stepped into the dorm building.
“My little Ronniekins is moving away! You’ll help him do his laundry won’t you, Harry? You know he’s awful with it.”
“Hey I’m alright!”
Harry and Ron went to stand with Mr. Weasley in front of the room’s door. “Wow, we did so good, truly a team effort.” Ron said, nodding his head and looking around the room. “Yeah. We.” Harry said drily, knowing full well Ron laid lazily on his mattress for most of the move-in.
“I best be off boys, you sure you don’t need anything else?” Mr. Weasley asked.
“Nope, you’ve done more than enough Mr. Weasley.” Harry said bracingly, Ron bobbing his head in agreement.
Ron and Harry ushered Mr. Weasley out, expressing their gratitude and closing the door before he could try to help any further. Ron flopped onto his bed and yawned. “What time is it?”
Harry stretched his arms and said, “time to go introduce ourselves to the people we’re gonna share the building with for four years.” Ron groaned and whined. “Do we have to?”
“Look, people are already looking into each other's rooms.” Harry said, poking his head out their door. Ron got off his bed and went out to the hall with Harry. The hallway was rather plain with a brown wood floor and mahogany colored doors. Some doors had stickers on them, others had signs but it was hard to look at them properly since they were open and people stood by the doorway, talking as nervous as a college freshman is expected to be. Harry looked into their neighbors room that was decorated with a big iris flag on one side of the room and an easel on the other side. The residents were two boys who introduced themselves as Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas. Harry and Ron got roped into an interesting conversation about soccer with Seamus and Dean and left the dorm with two new friends.
They went around the halls making small talk with the other students and went back into their dorm, dropping onto the red and yellow bean bags Ron’s brothers Fred and George bought for them. Harry rolled his shoulders and grabbed the remote for the decorative lights that was on the bedside table.
“What color, Ronnie?” Just as Ron was about to answer, a guy appeared in front of the open door. He had fair skin and shoulder-length dark hair, almost as dark as Harry’s. He had striking grey eyes and oddly good posture. He was probably introducing himself to the other people on the floor like Harry and Ron had done.
“Hey, I’m Sirius. Sirius Black.” He said with a very charismatic smile.
“Hey, I’m Ron,”
“My name’s Harry.” He said with a polite smile. “Do you wanna come inside?” Harry asked, looking curiously at the stranger.
“Oh, nah I’m just getting myself acquainted with the whole floor.” Sirius said, slightly leaning against the door and looking around their room. “Well- I’m done acquainting!” Sirius said, leaning back on the heels of his feet and walking away. Harry and Ron exchanged looks and shrugged. “Soo.. what color?” Harry asked again, waving the remote of the lights
. . .
Sirius flopped down on his bed and sighed loudly. “Remus, I’m so bored!”
“Finish decorating your side then.” Remus replied, hanging a small banner of the school’s logo. “I did!” Sirius said loudly, gesturing wildly to his wall where several posters of various bands hung. None were bigger than the Queen’s tapestry. “Then go introduce yourself to the other people on this floor, just stop bothering me.” Remus snapped as one of his posters fell off for the third time.
Sirius grumbled and got off of his bed, walking out into the hall and looking around at the open doors next to him and opposite him. He took an elaborately big step towards the right side since his dorm was near the end of the left side. He passed through the open room, peering into them for a moment with light-hearted interest. He’d made his way all the way through the middle of the hall when he heard a pleasant sounding voice ring out from the room he was about to walk up to.
“What color, Ronnie?”
Sirius walked up to the door and took in what he was seeing. There were two boys sitting in bean bags near the middle of the room. The red-haired guy was sitting on the bean bag that was neon yellow, he looked to be tall and freckled but what really caught Sirius’s attention was the person on the bright red bean bag. He had dark hair, darker than his own even, and he had the most striking green eyes. He was dressed in ripped black jeans and a band t-shirt that Sirius vaguely recognized. Well- time to turn on the old charm.
“Hey, I’m Sirius. Sirius Black.” He said with a grin that he had perfected years ago, charming every lady or guy he took an interest in.
“Hi, I’m Ron.” The red-haired bloke said.
“My name’s Harry.” He- Harry- said with a handsome smile. “Do you wanna come inside?” Harry asked, looking at him with his head slightly tilted.
“Oh, nah I’m just getting myself acquainted with the whole floor.” Sirius answered, purposely leaning lightly against the room’s door. “Well- I’m done acquainting!” Sirius said, leaning back on the heels of his feet and striding away from Harry and Ron’s room.
Only he didn’t really leave. Sirius walked across the hall passing their door many times in the span of thirty-five minutes. Each time he pretended to check his watch as he passed their room, or run his hand through his hair and looking all around- including into the room at Harry- briefly before continuing his stroll. He could see the confused glances Harry and Ron sent each other when he appeared in their vision through the open door.
Sirius finally walked back into his own dorm after the thirty-five minutes of walking was making his legs slightly sore. Remus glanced up from his book with a raised eyebrow but knew better than to ask any questions. Sirius sat at his bed with a satisfied smile as he took off his shoes. He had made an impression on Harry-Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was-But-Was-Going-To-Be Black. And that was all that mattered, he was now officially memorable, even if it was as the guy who walked past his door at least twenty-nine times
. . .
Harry walked into his second class of the day, and immediately dreaded choosing where to sit. He looked around the classroom, there were a few empty seats at the front and a couple in the third row. The rest of the empty seats were single chairs that were between different groups of friends. Not wanting to be an outsider, he walked to the third row and spotted a familiar face. The guy with the oddly nice posture and charismatic smile who had paced the halfway a great number of times. Harry mentally shrugged and went to the seat next to the guy- he vaguely remembers his name starting with an S. Sirius?
Sirius saw him coming and grinned widely when he sat down in the seat.
“Hey,” Sirius said simply with a pleased expression adorning his attractive face.
“Hey.” Harry said as he felt his heart skip a small beat.
Wait. What?