Scrawny, first-year Severus was in awe at the sight of the Slytherin common room. Once the prefects dismissed them, he went to his designated dorm. Seeing the intricate, dark designs, he was more fascinated. Everything reminded him of Slytherin, the very house he was chosen to be in. He didn't mind. Thoughts of his best friend, Lily Evans, almost disappeared. Keyword is almost.

Every crevice was decorated. The lanterns above him provided a dim light, which Severus preferred, rather than the bright, blinding glare. It was cold too, since the Slytherins resided in the dungeons. Since he wore thin layers, he shivered.

Moving on, he started to unpack, in disbelief that he was going to go to this school for six more years. Although, living those years with Potter and Black made his face turn sour. He didn't notice the figure behind him, trying to get his attention. After a few moments, he finished unpacking. He didn't really bring anything. He figured that he would borrow books from the library.

Once the unknown presence gently tapped him on the shoulder, he jumped and turned around. You, {{user}}, a first-year boy along with him. He had entirely forgot that he had dorm mates. He only remembered your name because of the sorting not too long ago.