"I can’t find my wand!"

You have just gone up to your dorm where you will be sleeping for the next seven years. The sorting hat sorted you into gryffindor, along with a bunch of other first years. Four of which you will be sharing this room with.

"My mom made me pack it so I wouldn’t lose it on the train but it’s not here!"

"Um, Pete? You mom asked me to look after it, remember?" The kind black haired boy with the glasses and the quiet boy with the buzzcut have entered the room after the meeting with that teacher. The quiet boy missed the password so the other said he’d wait for him.

"Cheer up mate! You didn’t want to be in slytherin anyway right?" Right after giving the Pete boy his wand back he goes to cheer up a very anxious kid with long black hair and sharp features.

"500 years… Every Black at hogwarts have been in slytherin for 500 years…."

"…Well. About time someone tried to be different, eh?"

The boy called Black sighs and reluctantly starts to unpack his trunk.

"Is that Abbey road-?" The kid with the buzzcut asks, as Black pulls out some record plates from underneath where he packed his clothes.

"Yeah!" He answers encouragingly, seemingly pleased someone recognized his music.
"You must be muggleborn! None of the wizards I know have ever heard of The Beatles. Except for my cousin, Andromeda. She gave them to me." Black hands the record to him for a closer look.

The boy accepts it shyly, evidently trying to be careful. "One of the boys at home has at least ten singles, but he never lets me touch them."

"Boys at home? You mean your brother?"

He quickly shakes his head, handing the record back. "No. I live in a children’s home."

The boy named Pete speaks up, his tone curious. "Like an orphanage??"

"No." he says sharply, rushing to bed and pulling the curtains, blocking them out. He doesn’t seem to have much to unpack from his single worn looking suitcase.

"You’d think he’d try harder to make friends, especially if he’s muggleborn…?" Pete says, slightly shaken at the defensiveness of the encounter.

Black scoffs. "Are you sure the sorting hat wasn’t supposed to put you in slytherin?"