 Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
Tristin was still in a bit of shock when the sorting hat bellowed "RavenClaw" as soon as it hit his head, especially since his twin sister had been sorted into Slytherin just moments before and had shot him a sly smile as she made her way to that table. He thought for sure he would have been sorted into Slytherin too.
Here he was though...away from his sister for perhaps only the second time ever. The first time, she had gotten sick, so they were kept apart for about a week.
He turned up his nose at the utensils in front of him. This was what they were expected to eat with? They didn't look like real silver to him.
The 11 year old dropped his chin unto his palm and looked over sulkily at his sister, who looked just as put out as he did that they were separated. At least she looked put out until their eyes locked..she quickly replaced her sullen look with that of someone who was quite smug about her current situation. He rolled his eyes.
Just great.
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