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It went without saying that James was thrilled with his house placement. Both his mother and father had been in Gryffindor and now their son was carrying on the family tradition. The grin on his face threatened to not only hurt his cheek muscles but also scare anyone he might come across, almost insane looking with how happy he was.
Perhaps the only thing that might contain his excitement was the feast set out before them, a particular healthy section of roast already catching his eyes. As James took the next available seat, he started piling food onto his plate, needing his strength for the upcoming quidditch tryouts. It didn’t even pass through his mind to consider the person next to him, having already reached his hand across them to grab a roll. “Sorry, mate,” he apologized quickly, pulling the offending limb back into his lap. “I think all the excitement burned up all my energy, you know?” James got the slightest hint of the vibe coming off of the other man, not as high spirited as James was in that moment. Still, they were house mates now and James tried to give others the benefit of the doubt. Extending an open hand, James made eye contact with his perhaps unwilling companion. “James Potter, nice to meet you.”
