The first-year opening question did not stump the newly enrolled Young Wizards.
Everyone soon entered the Common Room.
Then.
The male and female prefect each gave a speech to assert their presence. Both were quite eloquent, and a burst of enthusiastic, socially savvy applause sounded through the Common Room.
Satisfied, the two began assigning dormitories to the first-years.
Ravenclaw only had seven first-year boys this year.
Perhaps due to the prefects' consideration, or perhaps he was simply lucky today, after four Young Wizards were assigned to one dormitory, he was placed in the three-person room.
As it happened.
Nigger, who had left a deep impression on Ian at the feast, and a green-haired boy became Ian's roommates for the next seven years—sharing a room, if not a bed.
The dormitory's decor matched the tone of the Common Room outside. Five desks stood side by side before the windows, while flannel curtains hung in front of the beds.
"Ian Prince."
After shoving his suitcase beneath his bed, Ian was the first to introduce himself. His two roommates were both busy emptying their suitcases.
"William Smith. I remember you—you spent a full ten minutes during the Sorting." The green-haired boy had quite a few freckles, the kind Europeans and Americans were fond of.
Though not too many.
"Was it really that long? I only remember casually chatting with the Sorting Hat for a few sentences." Ian was somewhat surprised as he shook hands with the freckled boy, William, who had stepped forward with an outstretched hand.
"I thought time passed really quickly too. Maybe the Sorting Hat stole some of our time. Perhaps that's why it can live for so long."
The Black Young Wizard joined the conversation as well.
"My name is Michael Jordan."
He added his introduction.
"Good name. You