After the Feast had finished, Dominique lead all the first years up to the Gryffindor Common Room. "Bimblesnatcher." She prompted. Soon enough, the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open to reveal one of the cosiest looking places in the entire school. There were cushions scattered on every chair, sofa or seat, the house colours red and gold shone against the roaring, bright shadow the fire had created. Several students were already in the Common Room, two were playing wizard chess,a game Albus' uncle would often challenge him to, just to bring up the subject of the giant chess game he once played. Three students were then sitting on the larger sofa, one of which was James. He rose to talk to them.
"So, you guys liking Hogwarts?" He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, its alright, " Albus smiled, clearly playing his brother up.
"Oh, " James added, turning to Cleo "That hair thing? Pretty cool. You've clearly got most of them wrapped around your little finger already."
Cleo laughed "I like to make my statement early on, if you can't handle me from that, then don't let the suit of armour hit you on the way out." James laughed, maybe a bit too much for a small joke like that.
"Alright guys, " Dominique called out, "First year boys dorm is up the left, and the girls to the right. Your bags have already been taken up. Make sure you get to bed on time, though! Breakfast starts at 7.30, lessons begin at 9, but I'd be there a little earlier if I were you." She smiled, watched everyone go up the stairs, then sat down by the fire.
As Albus headed up to this room, he said for Cleo and Rose to meet him downstairs in half an hour with James. They agreed and went up the stairs to their room.
Albus found his trunk and his owl, Percival, sitting next to the bed closest to the window. It was a four poster bed with crimson curtains and crisp, white sheets. Just after he began putting his trunk and other bags under his bed, a boy with coffee skin and spikey black hair walked in.
"Hey," He said cheerily "I'm Isaac Jordan, guess I'm bunking next to you."
"I'm Albus, Albus Potter. " Isaac leaned closer to have a better look at him.
"So you are! Sorry for leaning so close, I broke my glasses on the train." He went a bit red at this.
"No problem," Albus replied. "My dad's the same, he's always breaking his glasses."
"Oh yeah, my dad's always talking about your dad; he ran Potterwatch in his last year to keep Hogwarts up to date with the stuff he was doing. You heard of it?"
Of course Albus had heard of it, it was always mentioned with a fond look of reminisce. It was the only thing that had kept his mother sane whilst at Hogwarts, knowing Harry was safe. Lee Jordan, Isaac's dad, now ran the wizarding radio, Amplify. It is always on in the background when their mum is about, almost because she feels she owes him it.
They talked for a while whilst they finished to unpack, but then Albus had to explain how he had to meet the others. Luckily, Isaac was quite alright with him leaving so bid Albus goodnight and prepared for bed.
Albus tiptoed down the stairs to the Common Room, and was surprised that Cleo, Rose and James were already sitting on the large, red, squishy sofa.
"Where have you been? We've been sitting here for ages! We better get to bed soon, or we'll get in trouble tomorrow!" Rose hissed, clearly embarrassed.
"Sorry, " He replied "I was talking to Isaac, he's in my dorm."
"Why?" James asked.
"Well, it's alright for you," Albus complained " You've got boys in your year to talk to, and you two-" he nodded to Cleo and Rose "Have each other. I don't have anyone in the dorm I know. Well, up until now anyway. "
Cleo looked confused "Doesn't his dad own Amplify?" She questioned aloud.
"Yeah, mums always got it on," James answered, looking concerned " Whys it matter?"
"Oh, no reason, only I dated him for a bit in the holidays a few years back." James' gaze dropped from Cleo to the floor; almost hiding something.
Rose sighed; a slight tone of disappointment in her voice. "Well, it's already past nine, we'd better be off to bed. Don't want to make a bad first impression."
As the others began to retire for the night, Albus could not help but wonder if he would actually be good at any subjects. Up until now, the only worry in his head had been which house he would be in; he had not even thought about the other stresses which lay ahead of him.
Once he had clambered underneath the crisp white sheets, his mind began to wonder back to these worries: would the teachers dislike him? Would he be terrible at all subjects? What if he could not perform ay type of magic, so got kicked out of Hogwarts? Albus fell asleep with these thoughts still swirling thorugh his mind, and had a restless night, tossing and turning, coming in and out of consciousness.