A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
With a crossword puzzle pressed against his chest, Dorian walked over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down somewhere in the middle. Placing the puzzle book down on the surface, the fifth year looked up for the first time since entering...because after four years the great hall wasn't that spectacular anymore.
None of his friends were present yet and he let out a sigh before he looked around to see if they were at other tables. But the place was getting too crowded and soon the sorting began.
Dorian clapped his hands whenever someone got sorted and he clapped a bit more enthusiastically when a new Ravenclaw joined them. One of them was a girl (Kaira) who he waved at as she sat down. "Hey!" he called from the other side of the long table."welcome to Ravenclaw"
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