Much like every other night of his life, Dieter was having dreams about safes and zombies. It was always the two of them. Sometimes Mr. Vanderohe was there; sometimes it was Pree instead. One horrifying night he opened a safe to find the only thing in it was his roommate Severus giving him a disapproving look.
He stirred slightly at the sound of a voice, his eyes opening slowly, bright blue and sparkling even so early. This was most certainly not his roommate.
No complaints from Dieter there.
He propped his head up, giving a smile and a once-over to the stranger in the other bed. "I'm sorry to say, I don't think we've met. And we're both dressed. But this is my room," he filled in. Waking up, what, six feet away from a stranger should have been more alarming, but all Dieter could do was yawn and wipe his eyes of the sleep in them still.
"Besides, I like to think I am more memorable than that. As are you, I am sure."