Harry walks up to his room and finds that his trunk has been set at the foot of the bed to the immediate left of the door. Harry also sees that Hedwig's cage and perch has been set up next to the window by his bed, and the snowy owl is currently preening herself upon it.
"Hello girl, you doing okay?" Harry asks, reaching out to stroke the bird. She accepts the pets, gladly rubbing her head against the boy's hand. She gently nips at his fingers, and Harry provides her with an owl treat, which she gobbles down gladly. As Harry finishes spoiling his bird, the other boys in his dorm begin talking.
"So, you're THE Harry Potter?" One of the boys says, Harry turns around and recognizes him as Stephen Cornfoot.
"I'm the only Harry Potter I know." Harry says, sighing. This was bound to happen, so Harry believes it is best to get it over with. "Yes, I supposedly defeated Voldemort as a baby, no I don't remember it. I'd rather not talk about it as the only thing I'm aware of from that night is that I lost my parents." Harry says angrily. He doesn't really mean to be mean, it's just hard to think about. "Sorry, it's just frustrating. I don't mean to be so cross with you all. I just found out I'm a wizard a month ago, but apparently everyone else knows about me."
"I see, well I'm sorry to have brought it up then. That answers my follow-up questions about those books anyway. Let's start over. Hi! I'm Stephen Cornfoot, of the Elder House of Cornfoot. It's nice to meet you. You can call me Steve if you like." Steve reaches out his hand and Harry shakes it. Steven is a thinner boy with sandy blond hair who stands several inches taller than Harry himself, with freckles below his brown eyes.
"Harry Potter, a pleasure." Harry says, smiling. This is nicer.
"I'm Terrence Boot, you can call me Terry!" Terry says, waving hello. He's a bigger reddish-brown haired boy with brown eyes. He's the tallest boy in the room by a few inches, and stands nearly a full head over Harry himself.
"Michael Corner," he says, lifting his fingers off of his arm in a small wave. He's the shortest boy in the room, with shoulder length black hair that curls at the ends. He's thinner than even Steven, but not overly so.
"Anthony Goldstein," The final boy says, he almost looks like a blonde Terry, although is roughly the same height as Harry, and not Terry's gargantuan size.
"So, were all of you guys born into Wizard families?" Harry asks, hoping to gain some insight into his new dorm mates.
A series of yesses flow through the room, and Harry for a moment feels pretty isolated, being the only Muggle-raised boy in his year.
"I grew up in the muggle world, so I don't really know much about life here. What do you guys do for fun?" Harry asks, he feels as though he shouldn't when all four of them have their eyes light up at the same time.
"Quidditch!" They all say in unison. Anthony takes point, "Quidditch is THE sport here in Britain, Ireland, and Scotland. It's played on brooms and there are 4 positions: a keeper, three chasers, two beaters, and a seeker." Anthony then goes on to explain the standard rules of the game and Harry listens intently. "Alongside the House Cup for points earned and lost in classes, there's also the Hogwarts Quidditch cup, which is given to the team with the most wins at the end of the school year. Every house has a team, and every team plays each other once, so six games a year. The teams here normally don't allow first years to try out so I'm gunning to try-out next year."
"Same," The other three also say. Harry's found himself surrounded by Quidditch nuts.
Well, at least they can teach him about the game.
Harry awoke early to find that all of his robes had been changed from their neutral colors to his house specific ones like he had seen the older students wear. Seeing that this change had also occurred with Stephen's robes as well, Harry happily puttered along assuming it was normal.
Harry makes his way down the stairs to the Ravenclaw Commonroom, where he sees Hermione. "Hello Hermione!" Harry says, walking up to his friend.
"Oh! Good morning Harry! I see your robes have changed too." Hermione says, pointing at his blue and bronze tie, that had been pure black just last night.
"Yep, all of my roommates had theirs changed as well. Probably all students had the change made. Should we head down for breakfast?" Harry asks, gesturing to the door.
"Oh, yes. I'm starving. Did you get to know anything about your roommates last night?" Hermione asks as they make their way to the Great Hall.
"Yeah I did. Turns out all of the other boys are from wizarding families, and they're all obsessed with this wizard game called Quidditch." Harry says, watching his footing going down the staircase.
"Oh, I read about that a bit in Hogwarts: a History, supposedly each of the houses has a team, and they compete every year." Hermione exposits.
"Yeah, that's what Anthony said. All four of them want to try out for the team next year, since they say that first-years normally aren't allowed to play on the house teams."
"Huh, Hogwarts: a History doesn't say anything about that part."
"Might not be a 'rule' so much as a tradition, or something." Harry says.
"You're probably right. It's a shame none of our friends from the train got sorted into the same house as us." Hermione says, a sad look on her face.