'Prefect,' Tristan rolled his eyes, 'why me?' He didn't fancy the idea of more responsibility—but he could get behind always having an excuse to go to the forbidden forest every month. He had half a mind to suspect that that had been an ulterior motive for anointing him as prefect, but he also had to wonder if it was just a sick sadistic pleasure on Professor Goldwind's part. (It was probably a bit of both, if we're being honest here.) ”Whatever,” he muttered under his breath as he abandoned his sister and cousin on the platform and wove his way through the crown. He never did find Lori, or Sybil, or even Gia, or Carver, or Sera. Hell, it was like they were all playing hide-and-seek and he was It. A part of him was relieved though, it meant not having to sort through all these feelings. Not having to wonder where he stood with Sybil; and how torn he felt between her and Lori. And Zeph. Oh that bloody giant oaf. Honestly, it was ridiculous to have so much pent up aggression towards a bloke whose been nothing if not ******** and—it was all just so confusing.
Most of the upperclassmen were still outside on the platform or were grouped up in bunches blocking the aisle down the train. Loads of first years were scrambling around, some second years too. He didn't pay them much mind, but at one point, he couldn't resist shouting, “Hey, no running!” to one little Scottish boy, and damn if it didn't feel good when that little boy actually listened.
When Tristan reached the prefects' cart, he was surprised to find only one person, a Ravenclaw (of course.) ”Hey Alice,” half a smile twisted the corner of his lips. 'She got pretty,' he reflected—maybe a little too long—and drug his gaze across the floor promptly. When did girls' suddenly get so...distracting? ”Did you see who else made prefect this year?” At least he knew Sybil wouldn't be one of them. So no awkward conversation there. Now if only he could be sure that Lori hadn't been picked, then he'd be ace.
Alice had began doodling in her sketchpad, working on a floral arrangement, when she was finally joined by someone in the cabin. She looked up to see Tristan. It wasn't surprising he was chosen. He was less likely to get into pointless arguments like Carver and tended to be fairly friendly to everyone. In example of that, Tristan casually greeted her though the two never really talked and began a conversation. Alice gave a polite smile and shrug to Tristan and said, "I am not sure. I'm not surprised they picked you, though, so congratulations. How about you, did you see anyone else who might have been prefect?"
------------------------------------------------------------------------ Quiet and observant, You watch everything around you and learn from your environment, This shouldn't be to hard... Ravenclaw!
She walked alone in a crowd through Platform 9 and ¾. But she didn't feel alone. Savannah glanced over her shoulder every so often, peering at a speck of shadows in the far corner of the station but saw nothing and no one. Everywhere she turned, they followed. Whoever they were. Every glint of light was like the white of their eyes following her. 'You're just imagining things,' she kept telling herself, over and over and over again. Sometimes, voices followed them. But here, in this crowded station, it was easy to dismiss as paranoia, or just another illusion. After hugging her cousin Ralph, she parted ways once on the train and peered through the windows of compartments hoping to find a familiar face.
Rhys, preferably. But she had a sneaking suspicion he'd be with Gideon and she wasn't sure if she wanted to butt into their conversation so early in the year. Best to wait a bit, then maybe one day she'll figure out just how to not make the Gryffindor feel excluded. Or, whatever. She never felt like she had, but then again, when had she ever really paid attention? (Never, that's when.)
Savannah spotted Raymond camped out in an otherwise empty compartment, and figuring she wouldn't get any luckier at having a minimal crowd while still having company, this, she decided, was her best bet. ”Raymond,” she greeted him as she poked her head through the compartment door. ”Mind if I join you?” She asked only out of courtesy, then made herself comfortable without giving him a chance to reply. It was at this moment she realized she hadn't yet thought of a clever moniker for him; she had a nickname for nearly every else she had ever spoken too. Rhys was her Fwooper, or Phoenix, depending on the day. Liam was Dragon Claw. Tristan had several; Bloodhound, The Bull, and Wolfbait, to just name a few. Even Cyrus had one, The Laughing Fox, thanks to the mask he wore during the Valentines Day Ball. She would have to think long and hard for a good nickname for Raymond. Or better yet, she'll wait. Let it come to her on it's own, just like the others had. (That's how you get the best nicknames, anyway.) ”So,” she declared aloud, then barreled headfirst into the first thing she could think of, ”Tell me something you've never told anyone before—here, I'll start...
“Uhmm,” she paused and licked her lips, scouring her brain for something juicy. ”Oh! I know. When no one's home, I like to sneak in my mum's liquor cabinet and steal a few drinks, then turn on the radio and blast the loudest church station that I can scream along to. I'm not even religious—I've never been inside a muggle church... But there's something weirdly creepy and satisfying about church hymns that I just love.”
Saio Mio Ukida First Year Unsorted Adopted ☼ Half-blood
Location : Hogwarts Express
The small feline peered at the girl through the carrier bar door with his bright blue eyes. He meowed softly in greeting as if he welcomed the young girl’s presence.“I think he likes you.”Saio said brightly, if Naown liked her classmate then that had to be good right? When Mackenzie said she could sit with her, the brunette was delighted more so then she ever thought she’d be. Then again she did have her share of friends before despite being homeschooled. “That’s great.” Saio replied trying to contain her excitement.
With Mackenzie’s offer to help, Saio shook her head.“Nop, I got it. Thanks for offering though.” She said gently setting the feline’s carrier on the seat before dealing with the rest of her luggage. Taking a seat across from her new friend, Saio popped the carrier door and let Naown crawl out. The fluffy long haired Siamese curled up into a ball on his girls lap. “So, what are you most looking forward too?” She asked curiously as she stroked Naown’s fur, the kitten giving off soft purrs as she did.
Take all of your wasted honor Every little past frustration Take all of your so-called problems, Better put 'em in quotations
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Zeph had gotten onto the train after separating from his siblings and was now just making his way to the prefect cabin. He supposed it could have been worse. His appointment had been unexpected, after all. He looked around, wondering who else was chosen for prefects but didn't seen any until he got to the cabin. So far, he saw Alice Beckstead and... Oh Merlin, did he have to deal with Tristan during this ride? He knew Tristan and Lori were friends, but Tristan seemed to have this idea that Zeph was somehow the Antichrist or something since Lori was also friends with him. Sighing, he entered, thankful he didn't have to duck and took a seat, thinking he was the tallest person here so far. Which wasn't that hard. He was the tallest in his year. Folding himself into a seat, he just folded his hands in his lap and leaned back, wanting to put his feet up but realizing that other people had to come in too and therefore needed to get into the cabin.
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Location: Hogsmeade Express Thinking: Great, so I'm expecting to be glared at... OOC: Snow
Even if your hands are shaking And your faith is broken Even as the eyes are closing Do it with a heart wide open
Cara MiaKitty
Essy ze Ninja
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 7:35 pm
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spaceLori was slightly out of breath when as she entered the prefect car; for what was possibly the first time in her entire life, she was late, which was something she both found completely unacceptable and supremely satisfying. On the one hand, she'd had it hard wired into her basically since birth that she wasn't allowed to be late, ever, under any circumstances. On the other hand, that was the philosophy held by her biological father and her mother, who were both moronic twits she wanted to be nothing like. Her stepfather was much more easy-going, though not at all lackadaisical, a distinction she thought was important. After all, there was something to be said for being on time; it was polite, after all, and very inconvenient to be late if it held people up, or if it resulted in, say, missing the only train you could take to get to your school. But at the same time, she'd not been so late she'd missed the train, no one was patiently awaiting her arrival, and she wasn't being particularly rude, so it would be foolish to let Lindsay and Charlotte's obsessive attitude make her feel despondent over her having made it to the train at the exact last minute.
spaceThe Slytherin took a moment once she'd stepped just inside the door to compose herself, taking a deep breath and smoothing her skirt, fixing her hair, before offering a smile to the small collection of students. Thus far, it was just her year, and... Tristan? Really? She was somewhat surprised, given his condition, and the fact that, while not particularly ill-behaved, he wasn't exactly a model student by any means. But, then, it would have been either him or Carver, she supposed, and Carver would've been a bad choice for much the same reason Gia would have. As much as she loved her best friend, she'd never want the girl to be in charge of the first years (a slightly unsettling thought as Lori remembered the girl now had two younger sisters)."Morning, everyone,"she said breezily. Noting that Trist was apparently already engaged in conversation with Alice from their respective posture, she sat next to Zeph, nudging him with her shoulder."How was the rest of your holiday?"she asked him, for lack of anything else to talk about. In reality, she wanted to discuss a few things with him, namely ideas she'd had for how to go about handling his studying for OWLs that would hopefully make his trouble reading less of an issue, but she wasn't about to talk about that in front of anyone else. It was none of their business, after all. She got the feeling it embarrassed him, so she wasn't about to upset him like that.
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spaceSebastian figured he'd gotten to the station at the exact right time, considering he'd been there right when Aleah needed help getting her things on board and boarding herself. He'd helped his housemate, glad to have an excuse to get away from his sister and Eve if nothing else (they were insufferable; him and Balder and Caty had never been that annoying, he was certain of it). The hardest part of navigating the hallways, he found, was dealing with Tootles. Maybe he should've taken his sister's offer to leave the dog at her place so she could bring him that night, but he'd wanted all his friends to meet him! Well, the ones who hadn't yet, anyway."I figure, if we look around a bit, we'll find Balder eventually,"the blonde said happily. He'd seen Caty at the platform, but she'd been talking to that Leon kid. Bas had figured it was probably a bad idea to try and go anywhere near them. He was actively ignoring the little voice in his head telling him that, see, he'd been right, a year away and Caty didn't care anymore, her new friends were more important than him and Balder. Even if that were true, which Caty had insisted multiple times it wasn't, it wasn't like he and Balder hadn't made more friends, anyway.
spaceCase in point, when the Gryffindor found his best friend, the boy was already sitting with Monika, and another girl in their year. Bastian thought her name was Anna or something like that? He hadn't talked to her any, at least that he recalled, but he figured if she was with Balder and Monika, that made them friends, right? He helped Aleah into the compartment (only as much as she needed, he wasn't hovering, obviously), grinning ear to ear."Hey, guys!"he greeted, sitting down next to Aleah, across from Balder. As far as he could tell, all the people he thought they were friends with in their year were here, except Aria and... Kiki? Was that the Hufflepuff's name? He was pretty sure it was. But he bet they'd be along eventually. Kiki probably would anyway, since she seemed pretty close to Balder, unless her Slytherin friend decided she didn't want to sit with them all. That girl, her name started with an A, too (so many A names!), but he didn't remember it, she seemed sort of shy. He wouldn't be surprised if there were too many people in the compartment for her.
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xxx"ï'ḋ ḋ ï ε ƒøɾ ÿøυ, " τhατ'ṡ ε α ṡ ÿ τø ṡ α ÿ xxxxxxṃ ε τ α ρ h ø ɾ ï с α l l ÿ, ï'ṃ τhε ṃαṉ xxxxxxxxxвυτ l ï τ ε ɾ α l l ÿ, ï ḋøṉ'τ ќṉøώ ώhατ ï'ḋ ḋ ø xxxxxxxxxxxx"ï'ḋ l ï ṿ ε ƒøɾ ÿøυ, " αṉḋ τhατ'ṡ h α ɾ ḋ τø ḋ ø
xx»╳♥╳«xx xx»oυт oғ cнaracтer«xx Ghosting Aleah for Devi
Diamond Wales
The Shiny Furret
Devlyn Maycry
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 9:19 pm
Location: Platform 9¾ → Hogwarts Express
Grace couldn’t argue with that, Ravenclaw never had good prospects for Quidditch. They were the bookworms and the artistic types, not the athletic types. “I could help with the tutoring if you’d like. It wouldn’t be any trouble.” She offered at the mention of Selina tutoring her cousins. Even if she didn’t take her up on the offer at least she offered.
The sixth year couldn’t believe she let Selina being prefect slip her mind. She should have remembered that. Then again she couldn’t even remember who she ended up with on the ride last year. She didn’t think it was her cousin Kota but who knew. “Right, prefect duties come first. Let’s hope for some luck then.” She commented feeling slightly mental. Pushing the thought aside the call to board sounded. “Yeah, we better get going.” She agreed before following Selina. When Selina called out to Ceri and Anti, Grace smiled. Anti wasn’t a prefect so maybe they could keep each other company at least while Ceri and Selina were gone. “You’re more than welcome too.” Grace added to Selina’s offer. It wouldn’t hurt.
Getting on board, Grace found a compartment before letting Lily out. Putting her carrier above her head she brushed her rabbit’s ears back gently. It was definitely nice to see her floppy friend out and about. She usually roamed around her room as freely as Grace was aloud. Though when no one was around no one could really stop her from letting Lily out around the house. Though she loved having her hop around the backyard or stretch out and sunbath.
Gid was honestly a bit tired when he managed to board the train. It was difficult to get himself and Scoots on the train, much less his heavy as hell trunk. When he finally managed to make it on the train, he leaned against a wall to catch his breath for a few minutes. When his heart returned to normal pace, the teen tugged his trunk to a compartment. Lucky for him, he found one with a friend - Jazzy, to be specific. He flopped in a seat and adjusted his braces, then set Scoots on the floor to run about. "Hey Jazzy." He grinned, happy to see on of his very best friends again. Summers were a bit lonely, in all honesty.
They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son So they can watch all the things you do
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Avian was walking urgently, approaching his Slytherin fiancee. Ugh, why her? Well, he didn't hate her but why, dad? Of all people, why did it have to be from someone who was too stiff to care? He even had a hot argument with his dear father when he just up and told him that he was going to get married to her, of all people. His grandfather may be a bloke, but he didn't think he was that stupid to set it up to a family like that. This was his father's doing. All of it. He couldn't believe that bloke was his uncle's younger brother of real, he even almost looked like him! He was going to just... If he were to hit seventeen he was just going to run away, fly to Canada to pursue his music career and never return.
When he was finally in front of Sera, he greeted curtly, "Hello, Sera." His face didn't have the same kind look like he usually carried, and it was replaced with a really irritated one as if someone broke his piano (but technically speaking, he was the one who broke it). She demanded a talk between him and her, well good because that was exactly what he need, good grief. "Good, because I need to have a word with you as well," Then she went on and on about getting on the train and Avian just didn't want to hear it, he already knew that it was desperate. He bit his lip as if he was doing his very best not to interrupt her and say "Yes, yes I get it can we go now?" but he was smarter than that. After she finished talking, he rubbed his forehead to ease his irritation and said, "Yes, I know that. I know that already. I hate the concept of this and I already had a heated argument with my father and while I don't hate you, I don't want to marry you. Can we go inside now?" He didn't pay attention to Sera's hand and just entered the train like usual, with some exceptions. Now that the two of them were on the train, at least Avian assumed she was because after all she did need to speak with him, he spent some seconds glaring at some students that come his way, which thankfully some of them made way for his snobbish features he used to have until now. Finally, he found an empty compartment, he put his stuff on the shelves and propped down to his seat. Crossing his arms he said, "Listen, I don't care if your family doesn't marry Ravenclaws, I don't care about houses or whatever. All I wanted is to break the future knot, besides, you hate me and I know that."
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The boys and girls in the clique, the awfulnames that they stick You're never gonna fit in much, kid But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt? We'll make them pay for the things that they did!
They say that teenagersscare the living sh*t out of me; They could care less as long as someone will bleed So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me!
яυи α ω α у ωιтн мє; ℓσѕт ѕσυℓѕ ιи я є ν є ℓ я уxxxxxxxxx яυииιиg ω ι ℓ ∂ αи∂ яυииιиg f я є є; тωσ к ι ∂ ѕ, уσυ α и ∂ мєxxxxxx αи∂ ∂σи'т f σ я g є т тσ ¢нє¢к тнє σ в ν ι σ υ ѕ , ωє αяє ѕ σ ѕ є я ι σ υ ѕxxx
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spaceJasmine had her nose buried in a book, but found her way out of it rather quickly when she heard Gid's voice. Tossing the novel aside (literally), she stood abruptly, closing the admittedly short distance between them to envelop him in a hug."Gid!"she exclaimed, clearly quite happy to see him."I figured you'd be hanging out with Rhys,"she said, a hint of bewilderment in her voice. Not that she wasn't glad he was apparently going to sit with her (she didn't figure he'd have sat down if that weren't the case, after all), she just wasn't really used to it. Normally she spent the train ride with Lynn, who was probably off somewhere with Cyrus, a fact she was going to confront the blonde about at a later date, because that guy was a creep if she'd ever seen one.
spaceThe Gryffindor girl flopped down into the seat next to his rather than returning to the one she'd been in before, wrapping her arms around one of his and laying a head on his shoulder."Sooooo, how was your Summer?"she asked, probably a little too chipper. Okay, so sue her. She'd spent the entire Summer being baffled by the fact that her sister somehow had a boyfriend (a really nice one, too, which blew her mind, because Beth was a total b***h. Jazzy loved her sister, but she was still a b***h). That had her thinking about her own love life. She was fourteen, after all. Perfect timing for her first boyfriend. And she did think Gid was very cute, and he'd been a total sweetheart at the Valentine's dance. Plus, they'd already kissed once. She wasn't sure if he'd liked it or not at the time, but she figured she could always find out. Hence the snuggling; she wanted to see if she'd blush or stammer or any of that other cute stuff boys did when they were flustered by close proximity to pretty girls that they fancied. She was rather hoping it'd be a yes, but if it was a no, that was okay, too. She'd just... shop around. Someone would be willing to snog her. And, it wasn't like it had to be a boy, really. Girls were great, too. Maybe a first girlfriend? Whatever, a first romance! That was the point.
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xxxѕσ, αℓℓ нαιℓ тнє υ и ∂ є я ∂ σ g, αℓℓ нαιℓ тнє и є ω к ι ∂ ѕ xxxxxxαℓℓ нαιℓ тнє σ υ т ℓ α ω ѕ, ѕριєℓвєяgѕ α и ∂ кυвяι¢кѕ xxxxxxxxxιт'ѕ συя тιмє тσ м α к є α м σ ν є, ιт'ѕ συя тιмє тσ мαкє α м є и ∂ ѕ xxxxxxxxxxxxιт'ѕ συя тιмє тσ в я є α к тнє я υ ℓ є ѕ, ℓєт'ѕ в є g ι и
A shrewd look twisted his features, he meant to tilt his head but was too busy staring at a speck of dust on the floor, trying to decide if she was being serious or not. Alice didn't seem like the sarcastic type, not like Gia, anyway. ”Really?” He scrunched up his features then shrugged his shoulders; there's worse ways to be thought of, after all. ”Errr, thanks. You too, by the way. You'll probably be great at this 'prefect' thing.” Better than him, anyway. Though that really wasn't saying too much. ”No... I haven't seen anyone, actually. Not from our year..” He frowned a little at that, but tried not to let it show (which only served to make his face lopsided.) Not to mention—where the hell were the upperclassmen? Out of—'wait a minute, how many? 2, 4, 6. Times 4... Uhhh...' Out of twenty-four bloody prefects how are there only two on time?... 'Think I'll just run late to next year's meeting too.' That was the only logical conclusion, obviously. Then, with some attempt of small talk he asked, ”So, what'd you do this summer?”
But it wasn't long before the other prefects started to join them, and Tristan could hear the groan scratching his throat before ever even realizing he'd done it. Well, too late to take that back now so it's time to awkwardly cough and pretend something just scratched his throat... yeah... ”Ayup,” he greeted Zeph, if only because it would've been damn obvious to not acknowledge the oaf but to greet every other person he knew (which, who would that even be, just Lori, right?) That's when a shroud of dark hair clouded the glass with familiar fingers pulling the door open. He smiled (probably wider than should have) and said, ”Hey Lori...”
...and then she sat beside the Hufflepuff. He blinked once, twice, three times, hard, slowly inched his head to the side and not-so-casually glared out the window. But he couldn't sulk, not here. As he turned back to the group, he couldn't help but recline backward and slouch in his seat . His face was straight though, at least he thought so. And for once he didn't know what to say. It usually wasn't hard; he had no filter. Which, by the way, usually never works in his favor, but this time, he felt like a clogged drain. Like everything was building up in his head and his chest and his gut—some people called it jealousy—Tristan called it bloody annoying.
Scar tissue that I wish you saw Sarcastic mister know it all Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause With the birds I'll share This lonely view
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Glynn started as he was grabbed by the arm by a girl, who had dragged him over to another boy. She had introduced herself, but not in a way that Glynn was familiar with, and that left the blond floundering. Eyes wide, he stumbled after her and straightened himself up to look over the boy who he was in front of. He opened his mouth, only to hear the conductor announce that last boarding was happening, and he stared at the train. He was then dragged before answering Ivar to the train, Arnie apparently doing the same to Ivar that she did to him. When they got to the train, they easily found a compartment and Glynn sat down, relieved to not be dragged all over. He stared at the boy now, not sure how to answer him since they had obviously been introduced in an odd manner. He sighed, deciding to clear his throat and held out his hand for the other boy to shake."Umm, I'm Glynn. Glynn Llewellyn. Pleasure to meet you."This was literally his first interactions with kids his own age, and he realized they seemed to be more at ease than he did. Maybe he might have a lot more problems than he thought.
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Location: Hogsmeade Express Thinking: Umm, why am I getting dragged? OOC: Ash
Soft spoken with a broken jaw Step outside but not to brawl Autumn's sweet we call it fall I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and With the birds I'll share This lonely view...
Devlyn Maycry
Jade Galaksylph
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 10:39 pm
RichardIndigoDevereux First Year Unsorted Conditional Family Heir
Location : Hogwarts Express
Richie was enjoying his solitude when a girl who looked to be his age popped her head in. Well he knew it wasn’t going to last and adventures were certainly more fun when you had someone to share them with. Of course it really all came down to who that someone was. For all he knew, this girl could be as annoying as his sister. Though he doubted his luck was that bad.
Taking his legs off the seat in front of him and sitting up semi straight, Richie smiled back at the girl before shaking his head. “Hi, I don’t mind. As it turns out I am a first year as well.”He answered her standing up as if he were trying to remember his etiquette. “It’s nice to meet you Essie. I’m Richard, you can shorten that however you like.” He said giving her hand a polite shake. “Though I trust if you plan on shorting it to Richie you won’t say it in a whinny tone.”He added. “Not that I’m saying you will… it’s just that’s what my mum does that and so does my younger sister… I’m pretty sure they whine when they say my name on purpose. Not that I can prove it.”
Richie wasn’t expecting to ramble to some girl in his year. “Sorry… You can just pretend I didn’t say all that.” He told Essie, wish he could do just that.
Status : Oh god I said far too much... With : Essie
Raymond Ara Yuko Third Year Slytherin Pureblood Parselmouth Reserve Chaser
Location : Hogwarts Express
Well apparently his doubts were wrong because who should appear but none other than Savannah Hastings. Raymond was so shocked by how wrong he had been that it didn’t even faze him that she greeted him, asked to join him, and then did so anyways.“It’s nice to see you Savannah.” He greeted her with a small smile.
The moment Savannah asked her completely random question Raymond practically remained frozen in place. ‘Where did that come from? Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised.’He thought before listening to her, he supposed secret. Yep, he shouldn’t be at all surprised. The answer she gave was priceless as far as Raymond was concerned. However, it was so Savannah from what he could tell over the year of knowing even the slightest bit about her. “That’s interesting, never would have thought you’d be the type.” He commented. He was referring to the church music not so much the stilling her mother’s liquor.
Suddenly has mind started to wander as he tried to think of something he’d never told anyone before. There was only one thing that came to mind but was it something he should share, he’d never even told his mother about it. “Okay… I’ve got something similar, just without music and drinking.” Raymond said before going on. “Don’t know if you noticed but I have a pet snake. Now my mum always wants me to keep him in his cage. Though, I always let him out when she’s not home so that I can talk to him.” He told her before taking a breath. “As it turns out I can talk to snakes...”
Hrm, rather intelligent, I see... Not to mention you seem to have a tendency to think of yourself first... I do believe this house is the perfect fit for you... Slytherin!
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