It was a long Day, and the Night seemed even longer. The Young Adopted Rockefeller had eventually managed to make his way to the Dorm Rooms and then to his eventual Bed. This Bed, would be his bed. Simon located his luggage and began to pull out bed sheets and Bed Curtains. All in the Colors of the Wigtown Wanderers.

Not his choice but it's what Mr.Rockefeller gave him.

He hopped up on top of his bed and then Proceeded to get the Red, Black and Silver Curtains to hang up onto the bed posts.

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Originally Posted by DJ Moose

It was a long Day, and the Night seemed even longer. The Young Adopted Rockefeller had eventually managed to make his way to the Dorm Rooms and then to his eventual Bed. This Bed, would be his bed. Simon located his luggage and began to pull out bed sheets and Bed Curtains. All in the Colors of the Wigtown Wanderers.

Not his choice but it's what Mr.Rockefeller gave him.

He hopped up on top of his bed and then Proceeded to get the Red, Black and Silver Curtains to hang up onto the bed posts.

HE HAD MADE IT! HE HAD SURVIVED THE TREK THROUGH THE COMMON ROOM AND PAST THE DECEPTIVELY MUNDANE AND PEACEFUL LOOKING PLANTS TO HIS DORMROOM!

Where he had NO intention of actually sleeping. He would just lay awake in his bed all night clutching his wand TIGHT just in case one of those plants sprung to life - either of its own accord or through possession because that HAD happened at this school and mum had told him all about it - and tried to eat him.

Which...meant he ought to do a bit of self teaching tonight, right? He didn't know any proper spells yet...and that really was two fwoopers with one stone...

"Mord!" he chirped upon entering the room. Well, that was some relief that he already knew one of his dormmates. Oh look, his things were already by one of the beds, which meant that that was his. Riiiiiiiiiiight next to Mord's.

With a tiny bit more bounce to his step, Derf approached his trunk and pushed it open, immediately digging in it and setting jar upon jar of dirt along the windowsill by his bed.

Tinka had to collect laundry. Tinka need to get laundry from Hufflepuff house because it close to kitchens. Her ears went a-twitch as she grabbed socks in her hands. "Tinka get dirty clothes. Misters have dirty clothes." Not to mind her.

Feeling absolutely knackered, Ambrose had quickly looked around before flopping down on the bed next to his things, giving himself a few moments to just... be. It lasted all of 10 seconds before his energy levels spiked up again, the boy pushing himself up to sit cross-legged on his bed and take a look at the other people in the room.

He remembered Simon from the feast, and looked on curiously as the boy was hanging other banners around his yellow four poster bed. "Don't you like the yellow?" the question slipped out of his mouth, the boy tilting his head to the side curiously.

Ambrose was pretty sure that he did not know the other kid that was in the dorm though. Beaming at the new boy he shifted his body to face the other Hufflepuff. "Hey, I'm Ambrose," he introduced himself quickly.

That was a pretty good start. Already knowing one dorm mate and having introduced himself to the other. On one hand he wanted to pull out a book and do some more reading... but it was probably better to get to know these others... wasn't it?

Then his attention was stolen by the small big eyed creature.

IT WAS A HOUSE ELF!

"Hi... uh... Tinka?" he greeted with a smile, hoping that it was actually the creatures name... then he noticed how it had cringed. "You alright? Need any help?"

Almost done. Getting the sheets hung up was quite a Task. If he had known the spell to get it done for him you'd bet your dirty socks Simon would use it instantly. Just one more hook to get the sheets hung up and..

AHH! someone was yelling at him! and he knew instantly who. Since he had told Derf when they first met to call him Mord, rather than Simon.
Unfortunately the jump scare had causes the young badgers hand to slip and it had knocked loose a few of the other hooks he had worked on getting in place. That sheet came drooping down.
Simon let off a heavy sigh and sat down on his bed and tossed on a smile, which then became a bit of a frown again as he watched Derf dump Dirt all over their Room's windowsills. So unsanitary. "Hi Derf. I uh..I didn't see you at our Table." Clearly his friend was sorted to Badger though. Otherwise, why would he be here?

Out of nowhere of course. As they tend to do. Even at his Adoptidad's estate a House Elf appeared and started taking dirty socks. "No, all of my clothes are clean, pressed, and folded." he shook his head. "Could you rehang this sheet on the bedpost for me?" Simon asked the Elf politely.

Then the overly hyper kid from the feast came in as well, Ambrose was his name. Who seemed just as hyper even at this hour. Some one get him off caffeine.
"I'll wear my House Colors when necessary." Simon chimed in. "These are the color of my adoptive Father's Quidditch Team. The Wanderer's." You know the Team with the awesome Chaser Trio?
So see, he would support his House, and his favorite Pro Quidditch Team.

"Tinka fine. Mister not help Tinka." The small pile of socks in her arms dropped back to the floor at the asking for help.

Tinka nodded.

"Yes Mister, yes. Tinka good at helping, Tinka is."

Simon keeping a close eye on his very active and moving roommates focused all his attention to the House Elf. They said their name was Tinka. What a House-Elfy name that was. The Two Elves Warfield has to clean his place. Their names aren't as House-Elfy as Tinka's here.

"Yes. Thank you, Tinka." He smiled at them, holding out the bedsheets for them to rehang on the bedposts. "Maybe, is there anything we can help you with?" Yeah he just volunteered his two mates in the room here with him, but it wasn't like they'd decline to help a House Elf would they?

It took no time at all for Tinka to put the sheets up as asked of her. "No no no. Mister NOT help Tinka. Tinka not need help from Misters of Hufflepuff House." Tinka just want to wash their socks and cook in kitchens. She had nots used her whisk all day. Only yesterday.

"Dirty socks, dirty socks. Bad bad bad. Tinka wash dirty socks."