He really is a nice kid. Honest
He swore he'd never come back. Yet, here he was again, sitting in the same place waiting for the sorting ceremony. Looking around around but not really seeing, Ewan couldn't help but stare into space, a somewhat frosty expression over his face. When would all of this be over already. He'd suffered through this pitiful routine last year and quite frankly, he was over it. Done. Finished.
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