 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Javier had remained silent in his chair throughout the feast, watching the sorting ceremony in interest so he could take note of the new first years - and of course his new Slytherin students. The new additions to staff were all pleasant enough, some of them were even familiar to him in some regard, like with Gert...but he still hadn't said much than a few pleasantries of greeting as he had sat down. It wasn't anything personal, he was just tired. Truthfully, he was a little sad as well not that he'd ever admit it because Camila wasn't here this year. She was away. At university. He had a CHILD in UNIVERSITY, except that meant that she wasn't really a child anymore was she? She was an adult...
His thoughts were interrupted as Winterbottom - want an unfortunate last name, who'd want a last name with the word BOTTOM in it, honestly? - began the obligatory start of term feast speech. Or perhaps rambling was a more accurate word...because that was what he did. Feeling just a smidge uneasy after that speech, he looked to his plate and started to pile it high with food, quite ready to be done with this so he could go get a good night's rest in his hut.
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |