A Clumsy Meeting

The common room was as full of life as it had been the first day, with laughter and poetry, the scratching of quills of those deep in study and the whispers of secrets and stories between friends.
Seb had retreated to a corner, where he placed his books out on the table. Being only a first year, the homework was light enough, but what sat before him wasn't any subject he would be learning at Hogwarts yet.
Some of it were muggle books of Spanish and Italian, Seb not ashamed of his heritage in the slightest, others more exotic in their exploration of how in the language of the goblin gestures were a language of their own and the wrong wave of an arm could mean a head on a spike.
He magical ones he'd picked up from the library to bring back to the common room. He wanted to fit in so badly, but his first few nights he had been pre-occupied with his sister and now he couldn't see any of the first year boys. He only remembered a few names, but not enough to shout it out.
Besides, Ravenclaws were supposed to be studious and clever.
He glanced at the Introduction to Not Dying, how to survive a Goblin encounter, but his heart wasn't in it. He stuffed the books back into his bag and began to proceed to the entrance to the boys dorm, when someone crashed into him, making him stumble.
He probably would have caught himself, if his feet hadn't ended up in the straps of someone else's bag, tangling them and causing him to fall onto the ground..
The bag's contents were scattered, mostly books, and there was some concerned whispers.
No laughter he thought, as he got to his feet. He's just made a complete tit of himself and no one had pointed and laughed, or giggled. They just looked concern.
If it had been Gryffindor, he knew there would have been raucous laughter and exploding snap. A student falling over would be an excuse to pile on top of him.
He felt hands assisting him with his legs, removing his bindings to allow him to stand. On his ankle, a bottle of colour ink had covered the skin in multi colourer splash which stood out from his pale skin.
Once freed, he rolled over onto his back and moved to a sitting position.
Noting damaged, just a little less great end to the day. But Seb wasn't who he was by giving up for crying, or complaining.
He clambered to his feet, making a show of brushing himself off and then grinning. It was hard to tell who he was addressing, whether it was the person who had aided his escape or the attacker who had started the domino affect.
"Y'alright?" he asked.

John sat in the common room his bag dropped at his feet as he sat with his legs slung over the arm of the large leather chair he was sat in. His head was down as he tried to catch some extra sleep what with all this new work he had to do it was killing him and he just wanted to rest and sleep. It was then as he rested his head he heard the sound of someone falling, but didn't think it was from his bag and where he’d left it. That was until he opened his eyes and looked down to see a boy tangled in the straps of his bag now on the floor. “Hey its fine, sorry man didn't think they were in anybody’s way.” He said as he untangling the straps from around the boy’s ankle, He shifted the bag to fall behind the chair he had been sat in. Watching he quickly stood up and acted as if nothing happened.  John stepped back smirking back at him and folded his arms across his chest.


“Names John, you might know me as hey or who’s that or that creepy kid in the corner,” he said hoping to at least make one friend this term. “Seen you about, not sure what year you are though, me I’m third.” he said chuckled softly “yeah I know bit old for that, kina repeating the year, didn’t do too well first time round.” he said as he moved to sit back down in the chair his legs hung over the arm again.  John brushed his hair from his eyes and yawned as he lent back “sorry man, I feel like I’m doin’ two years’ worth of work in one year.” He said his light green tee shirt read slipknot but he had new trainers not the usual uniform every one wore. John only wore those if he had to leave the common room and only the cloak as he hated the scratchy uniform.