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Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

Halfway through the year already, he could hardly believe it. His shaven hair had grown several inches, auburn hair spilling gently over his golden eyes, but only just barely. A darkness had seeped beneath his flesh, cradling close to the animalistic hunger, the insatiable thirst for death and destruction and fire. All around him, his peers were engaged in idle socialism. And, he couldn’t have felt any more isolated. At the mouth of the entrance of the common room, he felt eyes flutter towards him. Most dared not to look him in the eye, others gawked and stared and pointed, reminiscing in the subtleties of his failures. He felt no control here, in the midst of celebrations, but he plastered on a fake smile. A menacing mask too chilling and nefarious to ever be believed, and, even recently, some students had pointed fingers and blamed him for the death of Zane Acacia.

Ha! He mused. The boy brought it upon himself.

Love interest: No One

The boy's offered hand and last fleeting images of that wrinkled nose showed Ronyo had hit a minor soft spot with the young boy. Normally Ronyo was always first to offer a hand in greeting but his lack of one this turn had been on purpose to judge the boy's reaction. That small moment of facial language was enough to tell Ronyo the kind of person he was dealing with, a tell if you were a gambling person. So this boy had had the proverbial pure blood stick shoved up his back side as well, it was moments like this that had Ronyo worried about the future of the green and silver house. For a house that cared only for itself would inevitably be the snake that ate itself. Taking the boy's hand with his smile persisting through the events Ronyo gave Damien a nod as well.

"Such a proper greeting, I've only meet a few people who spoke their full name in a greeting, formal or not. I trust you are enjoying Hogwarts and its many wonders. The first and second years are always the most enlightening as they show you more about yourself than one often thinks. I found that while I did not learn many spells I did learn more about the kind of wizard I am and wish to become, important years the first two are," Truth in all his words and all meant to be helpful should any care to take them to heart but Ronyo really wasn't there to lecture just to learn himself, "So Damien how do you know our houses grand seeker and hawk-eyed beater?"

So the boy had no issue with the way he was raised and seemed to have been fully indoctrinated into that older way of thinking. For a moment Ronyo took it as simply just that but maybe there was more to the idea than just a boy being raised a certain way. If the subject was not willing a change in nurture would not overwrite nature when it came to inner ideas and fundamental beliefs. By the way the boy spoke, held himself, and even positioned his eyes told of a boy who seemed to believe what he was doing was right. Nothing was more powerful than someone who believed what they were doing was right, even if that person is capable of good or bad things, just look at Tom Riddle.

Ronyo also caught the slight break in the continuation of the boy’s speech when he pushed on his interruption in the conversation. Had it been a boy with a different manner of self, even one willing to just be blunt, the white haired boy might have left but something pulled him to stay. The boy held himself calmly with the ideas he was better than others, something he was slightly curious about how far could be pushed with subtle words. Not wanting to make his fellow quidditch players uncomfortable Ronyo felt it best to limit his time so he would linger only a few moments longer.

“Ah the old ways, you know many forget that older ways still exists in the Slytherin past. They are however ideas I know Belle has likely heard me carry on about more times than she should have had to. There was a time that all four houses worked as one, and the houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin were friends not rivals,” Ronyo gave a smile as he nodded to Belle showing he would not carry on like he usually did, “So Damien have you made any friends outside of the old green and silver walls?”

{{Exits to dorms}}
♫Slytherin First Year♫
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Love interest: No One

As the times passed by slowly, Rai realize is about time for his first class. He quickly ran upstairs and took his wand and book and leave the common room in a rush. As he open the doorway and left.

Eliora got up once she finished the letter. She figured she could just mail the letter after dinner, so she ran upstairs to her room to drop off her ink, quill, and leftover parchment before heading to dinner. She rolled the letter and tied it with a bow, sticking it in her satchel. Then she headed off to dinner in the Great Hall.