 Open post! *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Sammy was feeling a bit overwhelmed (and hungry, but then, when wasn’t he hungry?) He approached the Gryffindor Table not really knowing where to sit, or what to do. Most people appeared to already be engaged in conversations with established mates. His traveling companion from the train was nowhere to be seen, and while it would have been nice to sit with someone he kinda knew, he didn’t really want to deal with her oddities at the moment.
So he approached and slipped into a spot at the table near some students that appeared to be his age. He hoped he had guessed right because he’d hate to be seated with the 6th years or something. He wasn’t the greatest judge of – well, anything. ”Hello,” he offered. His voice had a slight Russian accent, as if he knew the language but didn’t speak it often
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