09-02-2015, 06:42 AM
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Crumple-Horned Snorkack
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3
| Hady, Ethan, Dot, Dante, Maggie, Caleb, Colt (mentions of Olly, Ellery and Adi too) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict She wasn’t late. Brooklyn refused to be late, and besides, everyone wasn’t there yet. Granted, the redhead remembered that some people wouldn’t be back. Grayson and Ruby had graduated, and Professor Bellaire had just LEFT. Which she was still trying not to think about, meaning she’d barely glanced at the staff table as she’d walked over to her table and squeezed into a seat near Hady and Ethan. Pointedly ignoring at least one face who quite obviously did not belong there, in Hufflepuff robes. Anyone else from the other houses just got glances. At least one girl (Ellery) sort of looked like she had a reason for being there, if the way she was hugging a newly-sorted snake told her anything. Ew, hugs. As long as she didn’t get it in her mind to hug everyone there, though…
Ethan, Hady, Dot, Dante, Maggie and even Caleb got nods from her, though. Acknowledgment. And, apparently, Colt. It was interesting that he was there. That he’d been sorted into Slytherin. “Colt,” she said. She remembered, but then, she still couldn’t believe he’d actually been named after a baby horse. In any case, her attention quickly went back to Ethan and the others. Still semi-ignoring the goings-on at the staff table. At least Healer Murdoch was still there. There was still one person who made sense. She still didn’t care to find out who she was going to have to learn how they worked, anyway. That could happen later, once she absolutely didn’t have a chance to ignore it. Like, classes.
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