Harry had had to skip a days worth of lectures in order to move his stuff across campus. This mid-semester move wasn't ideal, but Harry had decided that he would be better off cutting class than lacrosse practice; because of this, Harry had crossed campus 7 times already trying to be done with the move before his 7 pm training. As he entered his new dorm room (or, dorm flat, was probably more fitting) for the 4th time today, he realised that, for the first time today, he wasn't alone.<br/>Harry let his last gym bag worth of stuff (cutlery and other nick nacks) glide down from his shoulder and onto the entrance way floor with a soft clatter. Running his hand through his hair, Harry peered into the kitchen. "Hi, uh-" he started, as he took in the back of the guy who was to be his new roommate. Because it was a transfer arranged by his coach in order to get him closer to the sports facilites, there hadn't been a formal introduction round as there had been at the beginning of their first semester. "- I'm Harry, your new flatmate."