 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
The Slytherin table was being very Slytherin at the moment.
So NATURALLY Hughbert had to waddle in all gangsta-like to mess up that equilibrium. He fumbled into his usual seat slightly apart from the people so that he could philosophise and eat without mouth breathers getting in his way. This curvaceous miracle body took a lot of upkeep, yo.
Slamming his Freud book on the table, the one he didn't get to finish on the train because of rude cats and compartment interrupters, Hugh flipped to his page and went on reading. He probably should have been more careful with hiding the pictures in the book. Because Freud. But he didn't see much problem with it.
Educational, really.
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