 team purple Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
He was dead. He was alive buT he was DEAD. He was dead. RIP Kale Trent. He had lived a short life and hadn't accomplished any of the things he had wanted to accomplish. But there it was. He was dead.
The Gryffindor closed his eyes and waited for the sweet release of death.
Until his Dad had vanished the wooden horse. He SAAAAAAAAAAHAAAVED him. He wasn't dead cuz his Dad hadn't let him die. Maybe he did love him after all.
The third year scrambled to his feet, once he was certain he wasn't gun die, and tumbled over to the Headmaster. He threw his arms around him. Squishing him. It was brief, but full of appreciation. For the not letting him die thing. Y'know. That.
He didn't linger on his hug and skirted to find a team after the instructions. The purple team, apparently. He waved to all of his peers. "Heya guys. What's the plan?"
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