 *waves* Super Slytherin Buddy | | ⅓ She-Snake Trio | | a normal girl with normal knees
It was finally dawning upon him...
He was a third year. The BIG 3-R-D. That, and he probably could do with one or two more friends, but that was beside the point. Were third years still technically called underclassmen? Was he a bigclassman now? Class. Classy. He had to be classy.
Starting now.
Classy-ily taking his place at the Gryffindor table, he beamed at everyone. Suave, totally. Or, no. SMILED at everyone. Classy people didn't beam, unlike Star Trek folks from what he'd read. Beam up the fooooooood, scotty! He had robe pockets to fill with mashed potatoes and gravy.
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