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DaniDiNardo · 04-30-2016, 09:12 PM

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Originally Posted by WeasleyGirl

What's up new and old Hogwarts people? It was his SIXTH YEAR. Yeah, SIIIXTH YEEEAR and Hugo was ready for it. Or maybe not but the first day was always excited. Mhm. Hugo was wearing the shiny badge which indicated he was still the Slytherin prefect and that meant he was part of the authority of the school and everyone had to respect him. Ahem.

He waved goodbye to his family and boarded the train, once again. His summer had been pretty interesting, lots of fun and relaxing, visiting people and hanging out. Everything had been good. Or at least he thought so. Hugo was looking for Dante and stepped into the first compartment he saw, he opened the door and there was a boy in there already who was not Dante BUT did recognized.

Blaise.

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.......

Oh for Circe's sake. Blaise let out a heavy sigh having glanced to the door when it opened and seeing who he'd gotten for company--temporary company. It was a Prefect, because everyone knew how fond he was of those--of this one that had been mean to Liv and made her all sad on her very first train ride ever. Was that what they taught Prefects to do at the mandatory Prefect Camp they obviously held over the summers? Someone needed to lodge a formal complaint.

The boy turned his gaze to the window again, determined to pretend the boy wasn't still standing there. Maybe if he ignored him long enough...he'd go away?

Granted, Blaise had no problems moping in the presence of others but he didn't wanna in front anyone with a badge. Always thought they knew everything and that they were better than everyone--except Norah. Bless her. The most perfect person in the Universe. "Do you mind?" Because Mr. Prefect wasn't leaving fast enough.

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