 up for grabs, my mans Rucole Club Club|| film lyfe || mac and cheese queen|| *exits with trunkshot*
Her hands were fastidiously running through her wild curls to shake away the sensation of phantom lice that she imagined were left by the sorting hat. Teddy looked around at the Slytherin table that she was pointed towards. Oh, how she wishes she was wearing her favourite peach-and-cream saree rather than these boring, unflattering robes.
The middle Peale sister stood at the end of the table, looking for even the slightest familiar face. Jagan wasn't sorted into this house, it looked like, so she looked for at least Corbin...or even Mr. Grumpy Pants would do. Sweet skies, this was going to be a long year.
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