Breaking and Entering is Fun
Tubbo was rummaging through his suitcase, somewhat frantic. "Is it really that big of a deal?" Tommy asked from his position, collapsed over his bed.
"You clearly know nothing about the potions teachers." An older student on the across the room from the pair said. His head was shaved and he was sat cross-legged with a comic book in hand, "I've heard they all get pissed when a kid hasn't got their equipment. Kinda ridiculous considering they've got it all there anyway."
"Jack, do you have a spare I could borrow?" Tubbo begged.
"Nah, I don't tend to bring the books I don't need." Jack responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But I reckon you could get away with breakin into the potions room closet and taking one for yourself."
"Well, that just sounds like a crime."
The blonde offered.
"-And I'd be skinned alive if I were caught!" Tubbo whisper-yelled, exasperated.
The eldest in the room spoke up, "Tubbo, I'll look around for a book, but I make no promises. Now will someone please sort out that window, it keeps rattling and it's annoying." Foolish nodded towards the window at the end of the dormitory. Behind the long, scarlet curtains, it was in fact rattling. The wind must've picked up since earlier that day. The three boys looked at eachother, waiting to see who would move first. Tubbo was the first to give in, "I've got it, I've got it."
Tubbo sluggishly walked over and took the silky drapes in his hand, but before he got the chance to pull them back, the window suddenly slammed open and his back was forced to the ground, a heavy weight hit his chest that knocked the air out of his lungs. The others all jumped to their feet, as the figure on top of Tubbo stood. It was a girl, around Tommy and Tubbo's age, with dirty blonde hair tied in a messy ponytail.
"Who the fuck are you!?" Tommy shrieked. "Why'd you just come in through our fuckin' window!?"
If Tommy thought a million questions were racing through his mind at that moment, then there must've been billions when two more, taller figures crawled in through the window, stepping around Tubbo on the floor, who was coughing and hugging his chest.
A tall boy with curly caramel locks and round glasses perched on his nose, and another with long pink hair, brown at the roots. What the HELL were his brothers doing here??
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Jack voiced Tommy's thoughts.
"What, are we not allowed to check on our baby brother?" Wilbur cooed the last words, and Tommy's cheeks tinted pink. "No, you're not allowed to break in through our windo-"
"I AM NOT A BABY!!" he shouted over Foolish. Wilbur and Techno both merely snorted at him.
Tubbo shot up. He was surprisingly spry. "I'm never opening a window again," he mumbled.
Wilbur sat himself down on Tommy's bed and pulled him down by the shoulder. Techno just stood awkwardly nearby. "Can't believe my little bro is a Gryffindor." He hugged him from the side. "You're only happy 'cause it means you won the bet," Techno moved to flick Wil in the head.
"Bet? What bet?" Tommy questioned, looking between them.
"Techno thought you would be in Slytherin, I told him you were more of a Gryffindor, and look who knows Tommy best now." Wilbur sneered at his twin.
"Dude you only won because I let you guess that he was going to be Gryffindor OR Hufflepuff, and therefore you had the upper hand."
"Doesn't matter I was still right."
Tommy quickly cut in, "AHEM it does matter, why would you think I'd be Hufflepuff??"
"Oh hey you're the kid from the train!" Wilbur turned his attention to Tubbo.
"Wait- hey! Why'd you think I'd be a Hufflepuff!" Tommy pushed.
"Are you friends with this little shit now?"
"WILBUR!"
A little later, the three intruders left, after the blonde girl- who Tommy learned was called Drista- threatend to snitch on the twins if they didnt leave and let her return to bed.
Tubbo sat on Tommy's bed, still in shock. "You're related to the Soot twins??" He fawned.
"Uh.. yeah? What's so weird about that?" Tommy asked, genuinely curious why Tubbo was so interested in his dumbass brothers.
"They're like- the _biggest_ troublemakers in the school! _And_ Technoblade and Dream have this sick rivalry that's been going on for years!"
No way was Tubbo actually fanboying over those morons- Wilbur, who listened to emo shit and cried over Calcifer from Howl's Moving Castle. And Technoblade, who decided he wanted to get into gardening, only grow potatoes and literally _nothing else._
Tommy had once had to eat potatoes, three meals a day for two weeks straight and he could've sworn he was going to turn into one himself.
"Who the hell is Dream?? What kind of stupid name is that?"Tommy queried, furrowing his eyebrows.
"He's a seventh year and a prefect. He had been a prefect with Technoblade last year, until Techno had the title taken away from him for abuse of power or some shit. Dream's like crazy good in duels, only ever losing to a few people; those including the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and Technoblade."
"You make Techno sound so much cooler than he is." Tommy moaned.