 Jace
Jasper had tuned out at some point, walking around the castle. Studying probably would've been a good idea, but he hadn't exactly... wanted to. Not right now at least. Maybe in fifth year before OWLs?
NEWTs was early enough wasn't it?
Clearly, he was not meant to be a Ravenclaw, Jasper decided. Though the sorting hat had put him here and now he was here. Besides, he actually preferred this house, he thought as he looked around the common room. The blue was quite nice to look at, he'd imagine red and yellow would get frustrating after some time.
Sitting himself down on one of the blue sofas in the room, he pulled a sketch book out of his bag, a pencil finding its way to the paper seeming to have a life of it's own. |