connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow Apparently he'd been sorted into Slytherin. He was a tad disappointed with this.. the thought of having to sleep in a dungeon made his skin crawl slightly. How absolutely gross. He hoped the house elves kept it spick and span down there - he hadn't thought of packing cleaning products.
What Knox had failed to notice, was that the Great Hall had tables split into the four houses. Unawares, the newly sorted Slytherin simply hurried to the nearest table and squeezed himself onto the bench.
"Can someone pass me the pumpkin juice?" He asked noone in particular. "I'm absolutely parched!"
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