Teshima hates the Slytherin common room. It’s not where he’s supposed to belong. It’s in the dungeons, under the lake, and it’s dark and the air is ever so slightly cool and damp. The green and silver colours hang from the walls and mock him. He longs for the warm Hufflepuff yellow and on his first night in the castle, Teshima cries in his pillow until he falls asleep. He doesn’t need to try to muffle the cries, though, really -- he’s the only first year Slytherin boy despite the dorm room being clearly meant for more, cavernous as it is.
He thinks sulkily that it’s a good thing he’s alone, because he doesn’t want to associate with the Slytherins any more than he has to. Everyone knows Slytherins are evil, after all.
Teshima misses his friends.
Slytherin and Hufflepuff don’t even have any classes together until the end of the week -- Transfiguration on Thursday, and then double Charms on Friday. His first day is spent mostly in the company of the other Slytherins, followed by Potions with Gryffindor.
At least the Potions classroom is close to the dormitory, Teshima thinks, as he trudges down the hallways. Then again, the Hufflepuff dorm room is also in the lower levels, and he almost starts crying again.
Most of the other first years have already paired off by the time Teshima finds his way to the classroom, and he doesn’t want to sit with one of the Slytherins, anyway. Gryffindor may not be Hufflepuff, but at least it’s better than the Slytherins. Teshima zeroes in on a slight, sandy-haired Gryffindor boy with an obviously secondhand cauldron and more importantly, an empty seat beside him.
“Mind if I sit here?” Teshima asks, feeling incredibly self-conscious about the green around his collar. The boy looks him up and down, shrugs, and then nods once and shuffles his textbook just a bit closer to one side. Teshima sits down with relief.
“I’m Junta, Junta Teshima, what’s your name?”
The Gryffindor boy matches Teshima’s sunny grin with a small smile of his own, and he answers in a quietly confident voice, “Hajime Aoyagi.”
“Aoyagi? Nice to meet you!”
Teshima quickly discovers that he has no apparent talent for potion-making, but Aoyagi does, even if he keeps skipping steps in the instructions or misreading the words or getting the numbers backwards. But between the two of them, by the end of their first double lesson, they’ve managed a passable attempt at a Colour-Change Potion, and Teshima is feeling very satisfied. He can see the sentiment echoed on Aoyagi’s face, and they share a conspiratorial smile.
That is, until the Potions Master comes over to inspect their work, and awards them ten points each -- ten to Gryffindor… and ten to Slytherin.
Somehow, Teshima’d managed to forget, during the lesson. Remembering is like a punch to the stomach. He curls in on himself a little, already on his way to a full-blown self-pity session, but then Aoyagi catches his sleeve.
“We have History of Magic together next,” he says. “I don’t know where it is. We should go look for the classroom.”
Aoyagi doesn’t seem to care that Teshima’s hood is edged in green.
FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G
Word Count: 534
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Teshima hates the Slytherin common room. It’s not where he’s supposed to belong. It’s in the dungeons, under the lake, and it’s dark and the air is ever so slightly cool and damp. The green and silver colours hang from the walls and mock him. He longs for the warm Hufflepuff yellow and on his first night in the castle, Teshima cries in his pillow until he falls asleep. He doesn’t need to try to muffle the cries, though, really -- he’s the only first year Slytherin boy despite the dorm room being clearly meant for more, cavernous as it is.
He thinks sulkily that it’s a good thing he’s alone, because he doesn’t want to associate with the Slytherins any more than he has to. Everyone knows Slytherins are evil, after all.
Teshima misses his friends.
Slytherin and Hufflepuff don’t even have any classes together until the end of the week -- Transfiguration on Thursday, and then double Charms on Friday. His first day is spent mostly in the company of the other Slytherins, followed by Potions with Gryffindor.
At least the Potions classroom is close to the dormitory, Teshima thinks, as he trudges down the hallways. Then again, the Hufflepuff dorm room is also in the lower levels, and he almost starts crying again.
Most of the other first years have already paired off by the time Teshima finds his way to the classroom, and he doesn’t want to sit with one of the Slytherins, anyway. Gryffindor may not be Hufflepuff, but at least it’s better than the Slytherins. Teshima zeroes in on a slight, sandy-haired Gryffindor boy with an obviously secondhand cauldron and more importantly, an empty seat beside him.
“Mind if I sit here?” Teshima asks, feeling incredibly self-conscious about the green around his collar. The boy looks him up and down, shrugs, and then nods once and shuffles his textbook just a bit closer to one side. Teshima sits down with relief.
“I’m Junta, Junta Teshima, what’s your name?”
The Gryffindor boy matches Teshima’s sunny grin with a small smile of his own, and he answers in a quietly confident voice, “Hajime Aoyagi.”
“Aoyagi? Nice to meet you!”
Teshima quickly discovers that he has no apparent talent for potion-making, but Aoyagi does, even if he keeps skipping steps in the instructions or misreading the words or getting the numbers backwards. But between the two of them, by the end of their first double lesson, they’ve managed a passable attempt at a Colour-Change Potion, and Teshima is feeling very satisfied. He can see the sentiment echoed on Aoyagi’s face, and they share a conspiratorial smile.
That is, until the Potions Master comes over to inspect their work, and awards them ten points each -- ten to Gryffindor… and ten to Slytherin.
Somehow, Teshima’d managed to forget, during the lesson. Remembering is like a punch to the stomach. He curls in on himself a little, already on his way to a full-blown self-pity session, but then Aoyagi catches his sleeve.
“We have History of Magic together next,” he says. “I don’t know where it is. We should go look for the classroom.”
Aoyagi doesn’t seem to care that Teshima’s hood is edged in green.