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So the badges meant prefect. Interesting. Now that it had been explained it did make perfect sense to him. And Isaiah made a mental note to keep an eye out for the other ones with badges. That would also make them the ones with power, and it was always nice to have powerful friends. It was a crime, really, that Isaiah himself had not been made a prefect. He'd had many things to say in the past about how their prefects were chosen instead of elected. America was supposed to be a democracy, people. Even in magical boarding schools.
Their Ilvermorny entourage was getting larger by the minute. Isaiah's eyes lingered just a second longer on Will, who was asking about tours. Isaiah certainly would not mind finding any of those dark corners with Will. There were more, though less attractive, classmates joining them too. Maddox and Kathleen and Isaiah's own brother, Sam. He made room for his brother next to him.
But it was hard to focus on any introductions when there was not only music, but dancing. It was a Hogwarts professor who was doing the dancing. Except, that wasn't just any Hogwarts professor. Isaiah recognized the man as Paul Myers, and as soon as he did his gaze snapped to his brother, who was already heading toward him. Of course he was. Isaiah was more interested in the dancing than the man doing the dancing at this moment. "Is it a dance party now? Who wants to dance with me?" His gaze traveled over the Ilvermorny entourage. Who would be most willing to say yes without any hexing? "Irene?" He gave her his most charming, and hopefully convincing, smile. |