Clarke awoke the next morning in a mild panic, before remembering he wasn't at home. He rolled out of bed and grabbed his things from his bag to head to the showers. He hoped he had woken up early enough to take a shower before anyone else was awake, but to his perturbation the showers were packed. With panic settling back in, he went back to the bathroom and put his shower things away before grabbing the uniform that Chris had given him the day before and roll of bandages and a bottle of disinfectant spray, and heading into the half bathroom and locking himself in. He stripped and looked himself over. He then gently unwrapped the bandages he had covering his shoulders and back. With a sigh he sprayed an infected cut going from his shoulder to mid back, he checked his other cuts and marks, spraying them and wrapping them back up before wrapping them properly once more and throwing the old ones in the garbage.
Once he finished, he exited the bathroom to find that all of his roommates were up except for Chris. He greeted them with a small wave before going over to the door to leave; however before he could even open the door, one of the boys stopped him.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his brown eyes showing his slight annoyance.
"...Breakfast?" Clarke replied hesitantly.
"You were going to leave without us?" another boy asked frowning.
"Not cool," the third unknown boy commented sitting on his bed to put on his shoes.
"Roommates?" Clarke asked trying to make sure these were actually supposed to be the boys he was living with for a year.
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry we forgot to introduce ourselves properly. I'm Anthony," the boy who made the second comment said. He had large brown eyes, dark brown hair, and stood quite tall compared to the first boy who spoke. Clarke nodded and hesitantly shook his hand.
"I'm John. You were pretty clocked out yesterday. How come you didn't stay up?" another boy asked brushing ash blond hair from his moss green eyes.
"I got sick on the train.. It was my first time, I wasn't prepared for it…" Clarke explained trailing off.
"You've only be on a train once? Yeesh, you need to explore more mate," the first boy who spoke said. He had his brown hair in a little ponytail, his attitude reminded him a bit of Kaitlyn which made him a little homesick. "I'm Paul, by the way."
"Well um.. If that's all-" Clarke began to say before being interrupted by Antony.
"How come you're so eager to leave, also you never told us your name," Anthony said giving him a bit of an odd look.
"It's Clarke, now I-" he was then interrupted by Paul.
"Are you a muggleborn?" he asked.
"Mug-"
"It means that you don't have magical parents," Paul explained.
"My dad was magical.." Clarke mumbled, becoming more uncomfortable the longer he chatted with the trio. He looked over at Chris, and let out a sigh of relief when he noticed he was waking up. "Chris, we should go to breakfast," he announced to him. Chris gave him a mumbled phrase as response before climbing out of bed with a yawn.
"You're quite fidgety," John noted watching Clarke become anxious at being crowded by the three boys.
"I'm sorry…" Clarke said softly pushing up his glasses. As he waited for Chris to finish getting up and getting ready, he looked around the room. Noticing the coloring was all red and gold except for the furniture. When his eyes landed on a tabby cat on one of the beds he raised an eyebrow, "A cat?" he asked returning his gaze back to his chatty roommates.
"That's mine, his name is Milo," Anthony chirped flopping on his bed and petting the feline happily.
"I have a cat too, Paul and Chris have owls," John voiced.
"Oh cool.." Chris hesitated, shifting his gaze at his bag wondering if he should tuck a book in the pocket of his robes.
Chris then broke his train of thought, by patting his shoulder, luckily his unharmed one. "Alright, let's get going, I'm starving," he admitted with a grin. The five of them then strolled into the common room and started their way to the exit, but before they could leave a teacher announced for everyone to stay a few minutes.
"Now, for those of you who don't know, I am Professor Perkins. I am your head of house, which means I am in charge of you. I am sure you are all excited to head down to breakfast, but first I must inform you of the rules of our house. For most of you, this is simply review but for our 38 first years this is new. Now I have seven simple rules, all of which must be followed," he stressed the must before clearing his throat. "Vanessa, go check the breakfast hall and make sure to gather up any Gryffindors who are down there already. Alice, go to the girls' rooms and grab any of them who are still there. Thomas, please go get the boys," he ordered three older students who all quickly disappeared before each coming back with a few kids. "Now my rules are number one, bullying is not tolerated. We are the house of the brave and the courageous, we stand up for the bullied and we never bully ourselves. Rule number two, I don't care what nonsense you heard about the Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalry, this class will be the generation to destroy the rivalry, so we don't participate in it with ganging up and dirty fighting, we will beat them with our grades and our quidditch not with bullying. Ruler number three, skipping class is not allowed, if you do I will know and I will give you detention. Rule number four, if you are in trouble, seek out an upperclassman. We are family and take care of each other, I want the first years to defend the next year students the same way any of your upperclassmen would defend you. Rule number five, I want your beds made; while we do have house elves, I will not let you take advantage of them. Rule number six, if you know someone is in trouble whether it be at home or here, come to me or another teacher. The final rule is, you are family for the entire time you're here, you need to help and respect each other," the teacher finished. He dusted off his red robes and smiles. "Have a wonderful breakfast."
The moment he finished with his speech, the children flooded out the door and to the great hall. The five first years, walked together, Clarke trailing a little further behind as he made his way downstairs with his roommates. Once sitted, the boys almost instantly dug into their food, mingling with the various students around them as they ate. At this meal, Clarke hid more finger foods in his pocket, just incase they suddenly stopped feeding him. All in all, so far the day was going nicely, he just hoped it would stay that way. After breakfast, the children made their way to their first class, Potions.