The Next Generation of Wizards

Chapter 4- New friends, New dorms

Rose's POV:

'So this is where I'm going to spend the next seven years of my life', I think while walking around the dorm. It's quite large, with three king sized beds and red quilts. There's a bathroom on the opposite side of the room. Since I'm the only one here, I chose the bed next to window and gaze at my future home.

All of a sudden, I spin around as a familiar face comes through the door. 

"Oh, hi there Rose, I guess you don't remember me"- she says. Of course I do, she's Carmen Longbotton. We used to hang out everyday and took violin lessons together, but then her dad began teaching here at Hogwarts and I haven't heard from her in three years.

"Course I do, how could anyone forget you and your cheerful smile?"- I say, walking towards and hugging her. It's great to have a female friend here, I mean, Al and Scorpious are fine but sometimes it's great to talk to someone about cute boys and music. We decide to climb on my bed and we start  catching up. In a matter of minutes, it was like we had never been apart. I'm lauging way too hard when:

"Excuse me, is this the first year's gryffindor girls' dorm? I'm kind of lost and the prefects are too busy sorting everyone else out" says a tall red headed girl.

"This is it. Welcome to crazy world, where we all study and laugh until we die. I'm Rose Weasley and this is Carmen Longbottom. It's great to meet you, ehh..." I say, trying to be nice to this new girl.

"Veronica, Veronica Clifford. I'm a muggle-born, so this is extremely new for me." she says, with a shy smile on her face.

"Don't worry, we'll make you feel at home" says Carmen. I beam, instantly knowing these two will hit it off. I'm really happy for Carmen. She's pretty insecure, though the cheeky grin on Veronica's face tells me it won't be a problem. We show her her bed and then we just chat until Carmen points out we should probably write to our families. I pull out a bit of parchment and a new quill, telling my parents the great news (with perfect grammar, of course). When we're all finished, we turn off the oil lamp in our bedroom and instantly fall asleep, dreaming of the adventures ahead of us...

Scorpious' POV:

I'll admit it, I'm nervous. Hell no, I'm freaking out. What if they don't like me? What if my name scares them so much they won't even talk to me? I don't know what's worse, being bullied or treated like you're invisible, like you don't even exist. After all, I AM about to meet the 3 guys I'll have to share a room with for the next seven years.

Al pushes the door open and it looks like we're the last to arrive. A tall, blond, blue eyed boy with braces smiles at us as we walk into the room. The braces on his teeth give him away, he's a muggle born.

"Hello there, I'm Dilan"- he says with a strong american accent. Muggle-born and American, my family is going to seriously hate this guy. So I walk up to him and shake his hand.

"I'm Scorpious Malfoy and this is my friend Albus Potter, pleased to meet you". At this, a tan, strong looking guy gasps.

"You're one of the Malfoys! I'm really glad you made it to Gryffindor, I don't think I could stand an arrogant Slytherin in my year. I'm John, by the way, nice to meet you"

I grin as I shake his hand. This has turned out to be better than I thought it would.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm exhausted and I might as well tell my parents about the sorting"-says Al.

My heart stopped. I had to tell my parents about it. After all, it was the proper thing to do.

Dear Dad and Mom,

I was sorted into Gryffindor. I know you wish I hadn't been and you're very dissapointed, but this is who I am. I know you guys made some mistakes in the past and I know Gryffindor will help me avoid them. Plase forgive me for, well, being me.

Your loving son,

Scorpious

After giving it to Guardian, my owl, I drift off to sleep, thinking about the cruelty that awaited me tomorrow...

Al's POV:

I watch everyone peacefully fall asleep. All except Scorpious. That kid kept turning and yelling into the night. It was a very disturbing sight. I really wish I knew what was wrong with him, I really wish I could help him. He was fine after the sorting, and I had assumed his rather weird behavior earlier was nothing more than an abundance of nerves. But now, looking at the pathetic scene before him, I'm not too sure. It seems like something's haunting him, something I mean to find out...