 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Drake hadn't meant to be one of the students at the back of the pack entering the Great Hall. And he certainly hadn't meant to get held up in the Entrance hall either. But there had been a younger student, obviously a first year by the look of it, who had seemed so nervous about the sorting and that no house would want him that he couldn't have just left. So he'd paused and then he'd stood over by the door until the boy was sorted promptly into Hufflepuff before he'd moved as quickly as possible to join his peers over at the Slytherin table.
in fact, he had juuuuuuust slid into a seat he'd made for himself next to his sister as the Headmaster stood and began his speech. Not wanting to distract anyone, Drake simply offered smiles to those already seated - his friends and fellow third years, Aryan, Bryony and Natasha all getting the brightest as Gilly got a slight nudge to the ribs - before his eyes turned towards the dais.
He tried, really he did, to pay attention to the speech but... so far the last few years had seemed the so same that he quickly found himself no longer listening and instead crossing his arms tightly over his stomach to hush the noise gurgling from within. As if he had not consumed a ridiculous amount of snacks on the train. The moment Winterbottom was finished and food appeared, Drake quickly began to fill a plate - only pausing to look at the new Slytherins - Sydney, Elio and the latest (Astrid). "Hi you lot! Welcome to Slytherin!" Not much a conversationalist, he had nothing else to add so he went back to the important matter at hand.
Food.
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