Clever got me this far
Yes, yes, yes, I’m Slytherin, and I’m the big scary one with the ever swirling, misty grey eyes that are designed to startle, there’s no need to jump away from me.
Well, okay, there is a reason to avoid me. As I have this rep for being dangerous. It’s a disease, you know, that causes it, and hell, I can’t control it.
Right now I’m walking to History of Magic, in the Muggle studies class no less. The grey stone is flying away from my feet, despite the casual pace of my walk. I’m tall, with long legs, and they eat at the ground.
Ah! Finally, I’ve found the place. The old oak door opens and I swing past it and into the room. What a mixture. Malfoy being immature and irritating the Gryffindors, some one asking if this was history of Magic, Some one getting off the floor… Its bedlam, this class at the moment.
“This class room is REALLY hard to find. I know they still need to clean out Binn’s old room, but really, this is at the other end of the castle.”
Silken vocal caress the air as I move and take a seat with the rest of my house.
“Malfoy” My tone is cold “Calysto” Less cold, just aristocratic to Calysto.
I watch this new head of history of magic as he scribes upon the dark board, tired and board already, and we’ve only just started. I had blanked the others in the room, the ones not from my house. For once I was in a very good mood, my eyes swirling silvery white, and I was relaxed in my chair. I was not going to spoil it by getting involved in a squabble just because I’m Slytherin. Yes, my folk would be very disappointed is they knew.
Then tricky got me in
Cursed .'. Smoke Jaecob
Psudenome .'. Smoke
Rotation .'. 18
Chromosomes .'. XY
Place .'. Slytherin
Year .'. Seven
Puppeteer .'. Roisin Dubh
Eye on what I'm after
I don't need another friend
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