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Helios Sunrider 
"Ha."
A mug of butterbeer slid into the Gryffindor girls view, as a familiar voice issued a short decree of mirth.
Sliding beside the Irish lass, the living Greek myth took a long drink before speaking. "We are too young to be drowning our sorrows in butterbeer."
Krissy giggled
"what sorrows Lad? I'm jest designing me new home. And what of yeh? how be yeh this fine day?" she smiled at the young prince.