 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
The worst part of the feast was having to wait for the Headmistress to get on with her speech. Sure, there were plenty snacks available on the train journey to Hogwarts but that wasn't substantial enough to fill the stomach of a growing boy. Not nearly enough.
Maxton's stomach growled impatiently and he sighed loudly. Hurry uuuup. The twelve year old glanced around at his peers and fidgeted a tad uncomfortably. Big groups of people made him uncomfortable.
He wasn't one to strike up a random conversation so instead he just stared at everyone. He liked to people watch.
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