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Bumblebee · 01-03-2020, 11:04 PM

Tall for his age, the curly hair, caramel skin, green eyed eleven year old boy plucked straight from New York City, New York (US) awaited impatiently for his really COOL name to be called upon. There was a regal feeling he always had with a name like his, not only one but TWO royal titles! How about that. Haha. As King waited blinking away the long lashes that always threatened his eyes constantly, dang those perfect genetics of his. Those pesky things!

Being the socially selective wizard he was, King wasn’t impressed by any of his soon to be peers so far. His brows raised as he shamelessly eavesdropped on the occasional conversations roaming around him. Should he start a wild rumor, just because of dire boredom?

Hm. Maybe later. Maybe.

There were so many wild thoughts roaming the young boy’s head, was up to no good? Ha, he would never tell silence is golden and a great weapon.

“Barry, King!” His name echoed

Unflinching and one might even say unamused, King made his way up the platform and on to the stool the Sorting Hat occupied up until this moment. Inhaling a deep breath he awaited his fate, though considering what his mom felt so sure of he had no doubt in the slightest that his momma had sorted his fate long before this hat would. After all his mom knew everything! She was like the coolest and smartest woman he knew. No wonder she was a therapist.

“Hmm sharp and astute, arrogant, cunning yet with selective kindness and self assurance-”

“Well don’t expose me, sheesh!” King felt ready to just deck this hat with his hand.

“SLYTHERIN!” Tme to get it over with and shut this kid up.

YEAH BOIIIII!

King smirked almost mischievously and very much satisfied with the obvious result of his sorting. His mom and dad are going to be so proud! His dad, Onyx, had promised to get a tattoo of whichever house the young King would be sorted into and now a snake would be added to his father’s arsenal of artistic ink decorating his arms. Goals.

The green eyed Slytherin wasn’t a complete butt! He turned to the hat and gave him a subtle grin and nod before stepping of the stool and heading down to the next location which also meant F O O D!

LONG LIVE THE KING!

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Bumblebee DMLE Puffskein Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Night Court Posts: 1,191 Hogwarts RPG Name: Henrietta J. Han Slytherin Fourth Year Gryffindor	Tall for his age, the curly hair, caramel skin, green eyed eleven year old boy plucked straight from New York City, New York (US) awaited impatiently for his really COOL name to be called upon. There was a regal feeling he always had with a name like his, not only one but TWO royal titles! How about that. Haha. As *King* waited blinking away the long lashes that always threatened his eyes constantly, dang those perfect genetics of his. Those pesky things! Being the socially selective wizard he was, King wasn’t impressed by any of his soon to be peers so far. His brows raised as he shamelessly eavesdropped on the occasional conversations roaming around him. Should he start a wild rumor, just because of dire boredom? Hm. Maybe later. Maybe. There were so many wild thoughts roaming the young boy’s head, was up to no good? Ha, he would never tell silence is golden and a great weapon. “Barry, King!” His name echoed Unflinching and one might even say unamused, King made his way up the platform and on to the stool the Sorting Hat occupied up until this moment. Inhaling a deep breath he awaited his fate, though considering what his mom felt so sure of he had no doubt in the slightest that his momma had sorted his fate long before this hat would. After all his mom knew everything! She was like the coolest and smartest woman he knew. No wonder she was a therapist. “Hmm sharp and astute, arrogant, cunning yet with selective kindness and self assurance-” “Well don’t expose me, sheesh!” King felt ready to just deck this hat with his hand. *“SLYTHERIN!”* Tme to get it over with and shut this kid up. YEAH BOIIIII! King smirked almost mischievously and very much satisfied with the obvious result of his sorting. His mom and dad are going to be so proud! His dad, Onyx, had promised to get a tattoo of whichever house the young King would be sorted into and now a snake would be added to his father’s arsenal of artistic ink decorating his arms. Goals. The green eyed Slytherin wasn’t a complete butt! He turned to the hat and gave him a subtle grin and nod before stepping of the stool and heading down to the next location which also meant F O O D! LONG LIVE THE KING!