Closed Nervous

[Oliver Boone]

Oliver was somewhat of a morning person so while the other guys in his dorm seemed to be struggling to wake up and get themselves ready, he was already in uniform and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast before the first day of classes. He was a little nervous at the potential difficulty he would face knowing no magic at all whereas so many other people seemed to have magical parents which for him was somewhat complex. The Great Hall was fairly empty so far with only a few people at each table and no one yet at the Hufflepuff table. This made the decision of where to sit somewhat easier because he didn’t have to chose between company or not. So he took a spot directly in the middle - a spot that was surely inoffensive if someone came to join him. When he sat he poured some orange juice - careful to ensure it wasn’t something so vile as pumpkin juice. He had already made that mistake since his first day at Hogwarts and would not be making it again.​

 

[Elliot Briar]

Elliot sat further down the table minding his own business for the morning.

 

[Rene Tofilau]

René felt like he'd barely slept. He didn't know how any of his roommates had managed it, even once the first night excitement had calmed down enough for some of them to actually drop off. And then the second the sun was up, so was René. He'd checked watch, a weird wind up analog one Sully insisted was the only kind that worked here, and found it was far too early to be awake, trying fitfully to go back to sleep like he could at home, much to Dad's dismay. It hadn't worked, and eventually boredom and hunger had driven René up and down to the Great Hall.

He'd been hoping to find Sully, despite it being far too early for his brother to emerge even on a school day, but when René couldn't see him at the Gryffindor table, he awkwardly slunk over to his own house table, hesitating until he thankfully saw a familiar face. "Hey, Oliver, right?" he said, sitting across from his new roommate. "This all still feels a bit weird, aye," he said, glancing back over his shoulder at the sparsely populated hall and then back at Oliver. It felt like half his dorm already knew each other, so René was grateful for a chance to speak to someone familiar one on one and maybe catch up in the friendship department now that he wasn't in the same house as his brother.

 

[Oliver Boone]

Oli looked up when someone joined him. He searched his brain for the name. Ronny? No. Remy? No. Rene? Maybe. He'd have to forgo names until he could be certain he was right so he nodded his head. "Seems like so many of them already know all about magic," Oli admitted, hoping that it wasn't an issue to his roommate that he didn't know a darn thing about magic. "I saw a girl we got sorted with doing a spell that made her wand light up. I definitely can't do that." Oliver didn't know much about his peers or even his roommates but that seemed exceptional to the boy considering they hadn't had any classes yet. Oliver took another sip of his juice while trying to decide on his breakfast - wishing there were no options for him to chose between but there were so many.​

 

[Rene Tofilau]

René almost felt guilty at Oliver's next comment, nodding wordlessly for a moment. He'd been overwhelmed, especially after ending up in a house away from his brother, but at least René had known about magic for a few years before coming here. He'd just never guessed he was magic like his brother too. "Uh yeah... It's crazy that like, this is just their normal lives," he said, waving a vague hand to indicate he meant the rest of the school. "Wait, people are already doing magic? Should we be doing magic?" René'd been trying hard not to stress himself out too much. Sully had said first year was "piss easy", so he hadn't expected anything crazy on his first day, or even his first week, but he also hadn't even attempted anything involve a wand or a spell yet, and the sudden sinking feeling that everyone else already knew what to do hit him all over again. "This feels unfair," he said sullenly, resisting the urge to drop his forehead to the table and instead deciding to grab a piece of toast, marveling that it was still hot somehow despite it sitting there for who knew how long.