 Slytherin by heart
Kyle watched eagerly as new Slytherins joined the table. It felt like this monumentus occasion where he wasn't the one being sorted, but was actually getting to see others join his table. It felt like a rite of passage. Growing up just a little bit. He found himself wiggling and squirming between kids coming to the table, jumping up to greet each one before sitting down and going back to his impatient dance. He was bound and determined to get to know others even better this year, do well in all of his classes (except maybe Flying and History... again), and maybe even guide some of the first years. How many were muggleborn? Would it be impolite to ask?
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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