You look over and see another student walk in. Most likely your room-mate considering the large amount of boxes he was carrying.
"Hey, you must be- Whoa!" you hear from him right as he drops his boxes all over himself.
You chuckle a bit at the scene since it looks like something right out of a sitcom when it happens.
"Yeah yeah, real funny. Would you mind giving me a hand though?" He asks, unable to move from the immense weight of school supplies and belongings that he brought with him.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." you say as you move to assist your new room-mate.
"Holy crap! What's in these things? Bricks?" you ask as you lift the apparent box-O-rocks off of him.
"Nah, it's just books and spell components." He replies now sitting up, revealing mid-length black hair, brown eyes, and pale skin
"My name's Eric. And it looks like I'm your new room-mate."
You help him to his feet as he stretches his arms and back from carrying the large amount of cardboard boulders
"Good to meet you. My name's *Name*" you say, shaking his hand.
"So this is where we'll be staying, huh?" he asks "Honestly, I expected it to be a bit fancier looking considering how this is like the top school in magic. But it's not bad."
He continues to scan the room a bit more.
"Yeah, definitely better than New York" he concludes.
"So you're from New York then?" you ask, hoping to strike a conversation and get to know him a bit better.
"Actually, I'm from Quebec, in Canada. But my parents insisted on moving to New York for work purposes. Let me tell 'ya, it was not fun."
"I've been to New York once, it didn't look too bad." you reply, thinking back to that one trip you and your family took a couple years back.
"Yeah, you were probably in the nice part of town." he retorts "We had a little place in the slums for a while, and when I say little, I mean little. A taxi probably could have provided more space. And don't get me started on the crime rate."
Sounds like this guy's been through a lot...
"I'm just happy to be here, ya'know?" he asked looking at you with a smile
"Yeah, I'm actually really excited."
"Cool. But just so things are clear, I don't swing with guys."
Whoa! where'd that come from?!
"That was random..." you say, kindof dumbfounded by his sudden statement.
"I know, but I've already been hit-on by dudes in the past and I didn't want anything happening. Why do people keep thinking that I'm gay?!?"
You ponder it for a second...
"Maybe it's the hair?" you say
"Holy shit, are you serious?!?" He says while looking in a mirror. It was true, it looks like he treats his hair far more than that of the average guy. You also notice the 12 different hair products sitting in one of the boxes.
"There's nothing wrong with taking care of your hair!" he says swiping some strands to the side.
"Yeah, but... maybe you're taking it a bit far?"
"I couldn't disagree more, *Name*" he says, brushing his hair while sitting down on his claimed bed.
"Whatever, anyway is there supposed to be someone else showing up? I saw another bed."
"Oh, that's just for..."
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