 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Alessandro frowned as he walked down the corridor to Transfiguration, after the events of the last two weeks. It was not good to be back. In fact, if possible, he loathed Beauxbatons more than he did at the start of the term. The French and their delicate dispositions. Trent. Jove.
The Hufflepuff smoothed out his features into something impassive and nodded at Professor Barlow, "Hello, sir."
Alessandro did not dawdle. He propped himself in front of a nearby mirror and awaited instructions.
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