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sarahlooo 
Milton was happily relaxing when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and heard a HUFF. Turning his head, he saw some girl he didn't know. And she was a ginger. Gingers were always trouble. They always... talked. Much like she was now doing.
"Milton Shacklebolt," he offered cooly, unfazed by her claim on the chair he was currently sprawled out on. "Yes, keyword being was. Now it's mine." He was comfy, so THERE.
Sixth year. Spike was in his SIXTH year here. How had THAT happened? He'd even passed all his OWLs on the way.
...and yet, he STILL struggled to get through the knocker's riddles. Silly thing. Five years he'd been at Hogwarts, and he still wondered how he'd gotten into Ravenclaw. Maybe he'd never know...
Fiiiiinally in the Common Room, Spike headed to his favourite chair. And he was about to jump over the back and into it, when he noticed someone else had got there first.
Bother.
"Hi Milton," he said with a crooked smile, and casually rubbing the nape of his neck. He hadn't nearly just jumped straight into the lap of his (hopefully) new Captain, maybe?
"Nice, er, choice of chair."