Conan entered the stands. Treyen was playing quidditch. He liked Treyen. Very very much. Sierra was playing too. But he had to choose Hufflepuff to win. Because he was a Hufflepuff. He took a seat in the stands and pulled his cloak tighter to him. It was cold here. Why was everything about this place so much worse than home?
__________________ It looks like I'm not ginger after all Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff |