 The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas.
As nervous as he was, stepping into the hospital wing when he wasn't injured felt weird, yet calming. He still couldn't get over his angry feelings but being in a familiar place where he knew he'd be safe - if only for a short while - felt good. William didn't know why he was feeling like this, or even why he was coming here to talk to the healer about it, but he figured he may as well try and get some things off his chest.
Seeing the bench he sat down, pulling his feet up to rest on the edge of the seat so he could hold his knees together and contemplate what he was going to say. It was better than doing nothing, wandering the school aimlessly hoping to bump into someone, right? Especially if it was that Mr Evil man from DADA. At that thought he shuddered again, the images of almost performing the spell running through his mind. He just hoped she'd listen; if she was anything like Healer Avalon then she would be the perfect one to speak too but if not then perhaps he needed to figure something else out. There was no way he'd tell his cousins about this, no way indeed.
Sighing again he patiently waited his turn, his eyes on his knees.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAH ARI!!!
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