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He didn't clap or cheered whenever their house gained a new Slytherin but simply watched the sorting in a very tired and very bored manner, as incoming fifth-year Mackenzie Mordaunt opted to settle at the very back of the table where he could see the whole spectacle before him, and at the same time sat closest to the exit points. He wasn't one to mingle in feasts, but he was definitely one of the Slytherins who would rather be in the dorm already, unpacking, and settling back in for the new term. Now, if it weren't for the promised dinner though, he would've made a run for it.
While he was determined to zone out completely on the sorting, his attention was caught by a rather familiar name. One that rang a bell, for some reason. Fynley Ellis, was it? Enzo craned his neck to check, but from where he was sitting, he really couldn't make out the face... or maybe it has been years since he's last seen Fynnster that he sort of forgot how he looked. But anyway, he didn't make it much of a big deal. He'd see for himself in a while or tomorrow if it was an old acquaintance. For now, he could really use a plate of food.
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