 HI BART. *for anyone* A Poop * k8 *
Cassius strutted--yes, strutted--into the area with his broom carefully held...this was ....practically his baby. And it looked like he was early, too. Well, good.
The fifteen-year-old wasn't shy. Like, not at all. So when he saw a person his age nearby, he waved cheerfully and decided to introduce himself. He would have to program his brain to speak English--as usual, during the summer. He just got so used to the French while at Beauxbatons.
"Hi--Cassius Dolohov," he held out his hand for the other boy to shake. "I didn't know I'd be THIS early--" he commented....Merlin. He didn't mind, but..you know.
For once, he was't even thinking about the pretty girls that might be here, either. Nope.
QUIDDITCH. ALL QUIDDITCH.
Freddy didn't want to be here. He did NOT want to be here. Merlin. WHY had Iwin thought this was a good idea? THIS WAS UNFAIR. But at least he'd gotten a new broom out of it??? Iwin had JUST bought it like...last week.
So there was that.
And getting here early...was nerve-wracking for the Durmstrang student.
Had he mentioned he was...less than pleased about being here?
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |