Text Cut: Brandon!
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Brandon Fox wasn't sure exactly why he was here. He had been wandering again... He had never understood why his sister liked to wander so much until he got trapped in a mirror last year. Now, he found himself wandering too, during the long periods where he lost himself in his mind. He was thinking, and then he was thinking about life, and then he had ended up here after a while. 20 minutes, maybe.
He found himself drawn to the Ravenclaw section to look for a mention of Ashley Fox, but didn't see her name on anything. He wasn't surprised, as she never seemed like the type to be invested in winning awards or trophies. Brandon had no other magical family members, or at least none that he knew of. His father had never mentioned any family at all, and Brandon had never asked. IF he had magical ancestors, they didn't share a last name.
He wandered to the Hufflepuff section. His house. He was proud to be a Hufflepuff, and it made him smile to see the accomplishments of his house. While his name wasn't on any of the plaques, he had contributed to winning at least one house cup so far. He liked that.
The tallish, blond, and excessively neat-looking boy came to a stop at the quidditch section, admiring the many victories of Hufflepuff despite his dislike of flying. He nodded politely at a nearby younger year, who appeared to be a Slytherin and most likely a new student. "All of our houses are so impressive, aren't they?" While his expression was a bit intense and he wasn't smiling, Brandon was a friendly kid and didn't mind having conversations with younger years.
Eliza was oddly aware of someone else being in the room with her before she even saw him or heard him. There was a sense of disturbance in the silence, and as crazy at that sounded, she figured it was all thanks to the whole
constant vigilance thing people were always talking about. Turning to face the newcomer, she discovered it was...uh...someone she didn't know.
"All of them?" she answered, the words coming out her mouth as more of a question before she even realized it. She'd never really gotten too enthused about most of the other houses, mainly Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
Be nice. BE. NICE.
"Oh! Yeah!" she answered, looking back at the trophies. She wanted to point out how many Slytherin had, but Hufflepuff did look to have way more, so she decided to keep her mouth closed.
"You're in Hufflepuff, right? See anybody's name you know?" He could be a Gryffindor. Or maybe a Ravenclaw. She'd know if he was a Slytherin. She wondered if they added awards here often, or was this room pretty much a thing of the past?
"So what's Quidditch like nowadays?" Maybe he knew. Maybe he didn't.