New year meant new roommates and THAT meant that someone could snag the comfiest bed in the dorm if he wasn't careful. WELL. Grayson was having none of THAT. Especially if said person was a right ol' loony who needed to go back to wherever they had just come from.

SO, the fifth year was here. In the fifth year dorms, obviously, to check which of the beds were the COMFIEST. Grayson glanced around the area before opening the door and taking a peek at the dorm room. The currently empty dorm room. Freaking YES. And as far as he knew, no one had claimed a bed for theirs. If they had, he had no shame in moving the mattresses.

Right now, he needed to FIND that comfiest bed so........ he BOLTED towards the closest on and flopped onto it. HMMMM. Was this comfy enough? Yeah? No? It SEEMED comfy, but he was going to put that down to house elf magic. Sitting up, he scrambled up to his feet and............

............... started............

............. jumping. That's right. Jumping.

This was a matter of COMFORT, hello?!

Alright. First time for Devlin ever being here, which he didn't mind, at least so far. The food was pretty brilliant, but who knew about the rest of Hogwarts students right? He'd mostly heard they were all insane and full of drama, he just hoped that the people, no, the Slytherins he would now get to know were not a part of the group.

He needed to chill.

Devlin needed to find himself a bed first, before anything else and the minute he walked into his fifth year dorm he just stopped. Dead center, a few feet away from the door. Watching the sight he stood there with his mouth slightly opened, eyebrows knitted close together.

What in the world was going on? Why was this guy just jumping on the bed? Maybe Slytherins were the psycho house? Yeah, NO, Devlin was not going to be sleeping in here. Was this just the first taste of his housemates?

And so the boy threw all his things onto the nearest bed on the opposite end of the other door and quietly made his way out. Avoiding this one until Devlin figured out he'd tire himself from jumping.

JUMP....... JUMP.......... JUMP............

...................... stop and stare.

Why? Because there was a GUY standing there. A guy who was looking right back at him as if he had escaped from some St Mungos. At least, what was what Grayson could tell from his facial expressions. Er, alright. He wasn't that weird. Not even a BIT weird. He was very cool, in fact, just ask Dima. That kid never lied.

Whitty stood on his bed and watched as the punk rock boy -- dude had a hairstyle that screamed punk rock -- dumped his things on the bed and then left. LEFT. Left HIS COMPANY. What? Did he not want to get to know the Slytherin Hottie? Fine. He wouldn't bother with this new roommate of his ei--

"OI!" he hollered, flopping down onto a sitting position on the bed and keeping his eyes on the door, "Where are you going?" To the kitchens? Could the dude get him some food? Cause he was STARVIN'.

Well, Devlin no longer heard the squeak squeak squeak of the bed as he slowly made his way out. Which, this was something he was silently, gratefully, praying for. At least it meant that the guy had stopped acting like a five year old. Seriously, they were, what? Fourteen and fifteen, yeah? Jumping on beds at that age was weird.

The boy stopped in his tracks and returned back into the dorm room. OI. Where are you going? He turned to face the kid, yes, kid, and gave him a look. There was something about this one.

"I'm not keen on seeing my dormmate act like a monkey." Truth. MORE LOOKS. Also, it should be known Devlin was back in the room because he wanted to learn more about this guy. NOT that he was here to give him some sort of service or actually listening to the guys demanding cry. "Do you need attention? Someone to score your bed jumping skills?" It seemed like it. For your information Devlin would not do that, because 1. he wasn't five, and 2. Devlin didn't have bed jumping skills or wanted to score something as silly as that. "Find yourself a firstie. If you wanna be scored." He added as a afterthought, long after his first words.

The guy looked really familiar but Devlin wasn't stressing himself out. Because he was assessing the bed-jumper.

One word: rude!

What had Grayson even done to the guy? Nothing. That's right, nothing. Kinda surprising, wasn't it? Because for some reason or another, people were aaaaaaaaaaalways mad at him and, according to his mum, it was entirely his fault. Which it usually WASN'T because if they could stop acting like idiots for 0.2 seconds, then maybe the world could be a better place.

But this wasn't his fault. This definitely wasn't, which was why Grayson scowled in the direction of the fellow fifth year while saying, "Jeez, what's got your wand in a knot?" Really, what in the freaking name of Merlin was this about?! Was the kid homesick? Missed being spoon-fed by his Ma? WELL?

Being the typical teenage boy that he was, it was no surprise to the fifteen year old that his mind had twisted the other boy's words to mean something else. Find himself a firstie if he wanted to be scored? LOL. Oh MAN. "WELL, if you must know, I was trying to find the comfiest bed. Don't wanna spend the rest of the year worrying about back pain, you know." He wasn't down for that. "Besiiiiiiiides, I don't think it'd be fair for a comfy bed to go to a right ol' loser." It was rewarding them for being freaking maniacs. No. Just no.

How many people were sharing the dorm with him, exactly? And more importantly, were they cool people?

What was up with the look over there? Devlin had said nothing mean, but the truth. Monkeys did jump around on top of things, right? Right. So, it was simply the truth. No need to have cartoon smoke coming out of this guys ears or something. Would his face turn like a pepper with that stare? "Absolutely nothing. 'Sides I'd have to be dead terrible at magic in order to get my wand in a knot." Taking it in literal terms here. And Devlin was NOT dead terrible at magic, ok? Ok. Could that even happen to a wand? "I mean, is it even possible to be so bad at magic for that to happen to your wand?" Devlin would want to see if this could actually be a thing.

"Do you have back problems? Is that why you get first pick?" It was good to know. But, now that he thought about it, this guy wouldn't be jumping if he had back problems, wouldn't he. Unless, his problems only happened every now and then. But, then his next words. Rather uncalled for, weren't they? Which made Devlin think of something... "How do you know the person who is going to take a good bed actually a loser? I mean, wouldn't they need to prove it to you in some way? Show that they're worthy enough of it." Don't judge a book by its cover.

Unless it was that incompetent slytherin boy who couldn't even stand or speak properly for thirty seconds. Devlin didn't know his name, but he'd definitely seen that guys ways. Now, he would be the one this kid was talking about stealing the good beds.

Was he taking his words literally? Lulz. Dude had a lot to learn about Whitty and his weird -- but WHITTY -- remarks. Maybe in time he'll learn. MAYBE. Just like he'd make sure how learn all about how the guy managed to look like he'd walked out of a rock concert. "It's just an expression, mate," In case he didn't know. "Besides, it'd be quite an achievement to get your wand to bend round in a knot." And they'd be terrible at magic, like the guy had said. "Dunno, man, some people are terrible at this stuff. Blowing things up accidentally and causing funny effects and whatnot. But mind you, it's dead funny to see."

What.

In the name of.

MERLIN?!

Who WAS this kid, some sort of detective? Jeez, man. Did people need a tragic backstory to get what they wanted? "WELL, it's a matter of personal preference. I just like my beds extra soft." Shrug. And he had been here for a year already so he felt like he COULD get away with this. Clearly not. MAN. The boy received another shrug from Grayson at his next bought of questions. "I'd rather not take the chances," he said, laying back on the bed, his knees drawn up and with right left ankle resting above his right knee, "Sometimes you're nice and you get hurt. Can't risk any--"

Pause.

"WHY am I telling you this? And who are you?" C'mon. Name. Spill.

"I know its a expression. I was just telling you the literal answer." Did he have a problem with that? Maybe this guy could gain some knowledge, little by little, if people opted to answer questions like that. "It is. Just like I said. Glad we can agree on terrible magical people. That's something we gotta be aware of." Find yourself with one of those and you could be risking your life. No one wanted that, obviously. "Of course. Funny. Until, ya know, find yourself in dangerous territory with these people."

Devlin just nodded, agreeing with the boy. Soft beds were always welcomed. Always. "Then you've got your preferences right on track." What other things did this guy prefer? Did he use it to his advantage? Not taking any chances, which brought the blonde back to, "So, not taking chances... can this relate back to personal preferences? You gotta do what you gotta do to get what ya want?"

And the guys voice. It almost sounded like he was annoyed that he'd found himself having a conversation with Devlin. It wasn't Devlin's fault, so the tone could be dropped, thank you very much. "Cuz I'm your dorm mate. Its just how the dorm mate code goes." If there was a code. Was there a code here? This guy would surely know. "Devlin."

Being a prefect isn’t easy. One there was the rigorous curriculum of the school, second were the prefect duties, and thirdly…having to deal with personal issues from time to time. Ethan lazily sauntered down to their dorms, his eyes were heavy from staying up late to patrol the halls. He did not realized that he entered the third year dorms. One of his reasons was that, he was still accustomed to his old quarters, and secondly, he was literally dying to just feel his bed and sleep.

Pushing the door open to the third year dorms, Ethan did not even bother look up who was there, and plonked face first on the bed that used to be his last term.

Err…right. It didn’t feel right somehow, and the smell was different too? Nonetheless, he buried his face more onto the pillow and started to take in deep, long breaths, preparing himself to succumb to a good night’s sleep.

Searching all over this weary and depressing place called a dungeon, Aladdin went into what seemed to be dorm rooms. He was desperately searching for his monkey Abu and Genie. He absolutely needed to find those two! One, Abu was his partner in crime practically, and two Genie was Genie! Aladdin practically lived off of him! Genie was his protection, his friend, and practically his mentor. They needed to be found! At least...they should be here right? Even though this place did not seem like home whatsoever, they still should be around here somewhere. They had to be, because if Aladdin was here, than they should be here somewhere too.

Looking over at a boy lieing on a bed Aladdin asked "Excuse me. Have you seen my pet monkey Abu, and my Geni- I mean...my Genie's Lamp. That thing is a family heirloom of mine. It's practically a good luck charm to me. Whenever I've had it...let's just say...my wishes came true." Now that, was how you played it cool. That should be a good enough bluff to trick this kid right?

RIGHT???

Abu who? Ethan grunted at the boy who entered, his face still buried on the pillow. Now’s not the time to ask him silly questions, because he was exhausted…sleepy…but good for the newcomer, he wasn’t grumpy. Lifting his head and flopping on to his back with eyes closed, he tried his best to help this boy.

His voice sounded familiar…but moving on.

“Abu? I don’t know any boy…or girl from Slytherin whose name is Abu.” It was his job to know each and everyone in the Slytherin house. That was requirement, yeah? And wait. Genie’s lamp? Why would a boy like himself would carry a damn lamp around and lose it? “Must be magical or something…” he murmured under his breath, heaved a sigh, and pushed himself to sit on the bed. There was a Slytherin who lost a friend…and lost his lamp, and as his prefect, he must help no matter how tired he was. Ethan opened his eyes, and blinked them a few more times.

…

“Gregoire?” Ethan deadpanned at the boy. Questions came in Ethan’s mind like a bullet train, and had to stop it with all his might. The boy never mentioned that he’s got a friend named Abu, because he’s a Transfer PLUS he can’t make much friends because of his thick French acc—hold on.

HOLD THE FREAKING SNITCH.

“What happened to your accent? Your English is perfect!” Ethan would have been delighted, but the Gregoire he met can’t even speak a single English word without the funny French accent. “Were you just pulling my leg all this time?” Seriously. NOT FUNNY Frenchie.

Erm...who was this Gregoire person?

Aladdin had no clue who he was. On the bright side though, this kid believed his bluff so he wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to steal the Genie for his wishes! Those wishes were granted to him after all, and Aladdin would be the only one to use those wishes. "First of all, Abu isn't a person he's my pet Monkey. Second of all who's the Gregoire person? I'm Aladdin, never knew someone named Gregoire. You must be mistaking me for someone else. And third of all, I know my English is perfect." Under his breath he muttered "But I certainly am not."

Maybe he's seen the person that Aladdin needed to find. "Have you seen a girl named Jasmine at all? She wears royal blue, and is the most prettiest girl you've ever seen." He asked the other boy. Maybe he would know where she is, after all, he does look like a kid who knows a lot of the people in this...school Aladdin guessed. Another thing is where are my regular clothes? I certainly have not worn something this...this...fancy! Aladdin thought to himself.

This was just getting weirder and weirder by every minute he stayed here.

Can Gregoire even hear himself say those rubbish things to him? Did he take some sort of potion? Did somebody place a jinx on him?

Ethan deadpanned as he continued to talk. His English was flawless. Not even a trace of that weird French accent of his. It was a lovely language by the way, but the pronunciation of English words with that tongue was just horrible. And speaking of which, he still needs to learn the stuff! “Gregoire…cut it out. You’re not being funny.” First it was Lex calling herself Maleficent…then Gregoire being a new person totally and calling himself, Aladdin. ALL of this stuff would have been easier if Simon was around. This must be some Muggle stuff thing going on, yes? But then…fine. He’d play along. “Very well then, Aladdin. First off, Abu’s nowhere in sight because monkeys aren’t allowed here. In Hogwarts.” Just in case he forgot where he is? Yeah, cool. “And no, you have Gregoire’s face, so yes, you are Gregoire…Aladdin.” Good Merlin.

And Jasmine? Who the hell is that—OH.

“Jasmine? Jasmine Guidry? The Ravenclaw Prefect? I didn't know you like her. You should have told me earlier!” He didn’t know Gregoire fancies Jasmine. “You’re wrong though. Josie Edayson is the PRETTIEST girl around.” Take that, Gregoire. But…really? Who would have thought that Gregoire was attracted to older girls?

This is interesting.

And confusing.

Seriously! Why was this kid calling him Gregoire! That name was not even close to Aladdin! Both of them were completely opposite! Not a single similarity to those names. Gregoire sound like it came from royalty family somewhere in Eastern Western Europe. Aladdin was a name that came from the Middle East! Two completely different places!

"I'm not joking around, I have no clue who this Gregoire is, and what do you mean monkey's aren't allowed at...Hogwarts? What is Hogwarts? I've never heard of this place before." Aladdin replied with extreme dismay. It was true, why weren't monkey's allowed here? Aladdin needed Abu just as much as he needed Genie! No doubt that Jafar would follow him here some how! In that case he had to save Jasmine!

"You know Princess Jasmine!? Where is she! I must save her from the evil clutches of Jafar! We can take that magic carpet over there on the floor to get there quicker!" Aladdin said with a concerned look in his eyes. Dashing over to the floor were the rug was, he told the boy "Hop on! This will get us there in not time! Hopefully this isn't like the other magic carpet I found, and it isn't defective." This would be a major concern for Aladdin. If Jafar got his hands on Jasmine, Aladdin would surely fall next into his evil grasps. Then Jafar would definitely go after Genie while he would be vulnerable in his bottle! If that happened...

Genie would be banished forever! Or worse...

KILLED!

Okay. Gregoire is OFFICIALLY pulling Ethan’s leg. The boy was smart enough not to argue with this Aladdin boy, so he’ll just go with the flow on this one. Merlin’s hair. What have they been eating lately? Kebabs? Tainted gyros?

Speaking of gyros, he wanted some of those nasty boys. That muggle invention is just…wowzers.

Speaking of impressive acting, Gregoire was doing really well with this one. He’s a dunce when it comes to Muggle Tales, but yes he’s heard of Aladdin once, all thanks to his surrogate dad a few years ago. It’s all a vague memory now though. “Hogwarts is where we…you and me, study magic.” And here Gregoire thinks he can play this game alone? “But before anything else, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Aladdin. I’m Sherlock Holmes.” There. Happy?

And…pfffhaha! Magic carpet? Those things won’t fly unless enchanted! As far as he knows, that carpet is as ancient as the castle. Well…maybe it will fly.

“Jasmine…is a princess? Why I never guessed that before…” he said trailing off as he stood up and looked at the carpet on the floor. Aladdin, magic carpet ride. A whole new world? Does he have to sing that song too???

Hopefully not.

Sherlock!Ethan joined Aladdin on the carpet, and sat on it. “Right. What now? Do we say…yipyip or what?” You know…to make the carpet fly? Hehe.