What's in a name
“Hmm…thoughtful mind…attention to studies. Must be…
RAVENCLAW!”
The words were no sooner spoken aloud by the Sorting Hat that it had been removed from his head and Nigel stood up to go sit with the applauding table. He could almost see his step-brother narrowing his eyes at him from across the Great Hall and through the crowds of other students. Why...he couldn’t be sure for after all, it wasn’t like he wanted him to be in Slytherin like him. Not after all the comments about his blood and the Snake house’s feelings towards such things.
At least in his new house he’d be able to strive on his own…away from his sibling. Far away he learned as he started being told about their living arrangements in the Ravenclaw tower. High above the Slytherins’ own dungeon quarters.
What had Sebastian said about them being HIGHER class?
Didn’t exactly get that impression from a house that stayed in the musty, damp regions of a castle. Dungeons were meant to hold criminals…right? Nigel couldn’t help snort at that thought but covered it up with a cough as the attention of his housemates turned towards him. Right…be nice and get along with people. Maybe he’d finally have a couple of nice friends that understood his quiet studious nature.
“Hey…Earth to Balfour.”
And yes…Balfour is the adopted last name. The name growing up and in school. Nigel Xavier Balfour. Garrettson is the return to my true father’s heritage that was quickly changed back to once of age and able to.
Nigel turned to look where he was being called, spotting an older Ravenclaw boy trying to get his attention.
“Yes?” Was someone interested in saying hello?
Pass the mashed potatoes, would ya.”
So much for friendly conversation.