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Gryffindoll 
Ian was just chillin’ like a villain - quite literally chilling because holy macaroni was it COLD up in hurr, taking a stroll through the grounds because… Well, because why not. Also he was getting a little tired of just sitting around the boys’ dormitory playing muggle video games all day.
There was a head full of dark hair beneath the boy’s favorite tree.
Ian slowly approached the stranger, brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. Maybe if he peed on him the weirdo would go away and write his novel somewhere else. Seriously, who even sat around writing diary entries these days? Get with the program, kid.
“Hey, you’re in my spot,” announced Ian, poking the boy on the shoulder with the tip of his foot. He had yet to realize it wasn’t a stranger after all.
Simon continued to write in his notebook. The boy had to accomplish many goals this year. Biting his lip, he moved his pen across the page, lightly and smoothly.
To do:
Advertise the consulting agency more
Prank Ethan
Cook in the kitchens
Give Zander the comic books
Ask Professor Botros and Flamsteed about being a Professor
Ask Agatha.... 
His quill slipped, making a lovely diagonal slash of ink across his page. "
Not again," muttered Simon. This was the fourth time today, someone had messed up his handwriting. At least this time, it wasn't his homework. Simon raised an eyebrow at the boy poking him. "
Ian? What are you doing here?" he asked, startled to see the Gryffindor boy again. Then the Slytherin realised how awkward his comment was. Biting his lip, he laughed. "
Well of course, you go to the school..." Really smooth, Si. Very smooth. "
Seat? This is your seat?" He laughed again, shaking his head. "
What do you own it or have your name written on it?" Simon moved over slightly and began checking the grass for the name because for some reason, he had a feeling that Ian would be the type of person to label all of his seats.