 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
The Darcy got sorted before his Moretti second half and once he'd sat himself down at the table he now 'belonged' to, Lincoln gave a look into the people still to be sorted. He gave Pietra a supportive smile and a superhero thumbs up, deciding that blowing her a kiss or winking probably wasn't his best bet if he was to settle here on his own. The sixth year tugged nervously on the sleeves of his robes and sighed.
Ravenclaw.
Ravenclaw.
Their thing was a bird, and Linc wasn't a bird. Man right here. Man. But he'd noticed that the guy wearing the Head Boy badge was in his house and supposed that that was fine too. But Ravenclaw. At least it matched his football kit. And speaking of that...he was already ready for some free time to go kick the ball around the grounds and properly see them as opposed to being ushered in here, thrust on a stool before the entire school and placed in a house that he fitted into.
Or so the hat said.
Lincoln just knew that he was going to be far away from the kitchens, and have a longer walk if he wanted to go play football.
OoOoOOoOOOOH Petri Dish was next. She looked cute in that old hat. What a love.
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