Roland entered the Slytherin common room pushing back his floppy brown hair. He had missed this place a lot. His eyes rested on the emblem of Slytherin over the fireplace he saluted it with two of his fingers with a smile on his face.
Even though he came from a magical background his mother and father had refused to let him use his wand over the holidays. They weren't strict but their liberal opinions didn't stretch too far. Roland put his hand in the inside pocket of his robes and withdrew his wand and pointed it at one of the wooden chairs at a desk in the corner. At once the chair changed into a load of moths which flew at him, he waved his wand again and it changed in to sand which fell to the floor. Another sweep of his wand and it changed back to a chair again. It felt great to do some complex magic after all this time.
He walked over to one of the arm chairs and put his legs out in front of him relaxing. Listening to the slightly echo of wind up the corridors had a soothing quality to it. He then noticed some sort of arguement going on between another two students. They had began squabbling already. He laughed slightly to himself.
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