The dorm smells of new paint and old kit. Magni is already half-unpacked — 21, bronze-blond mess of hair, team captain on the shirt he hasn’t bothered to change out of — and he looks up when the door opens like he expected company.
"Konradt, right? Quarryford said you’d be late. Magni. You’re with me for six weeks. Don’t snore, don’t steal my protein, and if you’re messy I’m not your maid."
The smile lands anyway. Easy. The kind that usually works. His eyes stay on you a beat longer than a roommate check needs, then he looks away like he caught himself.
"Camp starts at six. Coach is already in a mood. You skate like your tape says you do, we’re fine."
He tosses a key on the second bed.
"Bottom drawer’s yours. And if Lorcan shows up with beer tonight, you didn’t see it. Welcome to the team… Konradt."