Post by wright on Aug 5, 2011 4:03:55 GMT -5
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Damien Wright, pale blonde child in robes that barely hung on his skeleton like form, stood wide eyed and in awe of the talking magical hat. He couldn't believe it. The train ride here was awesome. He spent the galleons he had on candy, like all kids his age would have, and found out that Chocolate frogs jump as soon as the box opens and if you hold it just right, they jump into your mouth without question. He had made a game out of it seeing how many of the wiggling chocolate critters he could get into his mouth at once without tossing his cookies or the frogs.
The candles floating around the room in the great hall had astonished him. He couldn't believe the enchanted ceiling, the candles, the statues holding the fire pits, the ghosts, and the talking hat now. He couldn't believe the hat had powers to tell them where they had belonged. He couldn't wait to get up there.
"Damien Wright"
He smiled as he climbed the steps and slipped onto the stool before feeling the weight of the hat. He was suddenly curious if it would hurt, would he feel anything, would it tickle maybe. He laughed to himself as he looked around the area waiting on the hat to decide his house, his fate, and his future.
Gryffindor - 13
Hufflepuff - 13
Ravenclaw - 12
Slytherin - 8
Hufflepuff - 13
Ravenclaw - 12
Slytherin - 8
Damien Wright, pale blonde child in robes that barely hung on his skeleton like form, stood wide eyed and in awe of the talking magical hat. He couldn't believe it. The train ride here was awesome. He spent the galleons he had on candy, like all kids his age would have, and found out that Chocolate frogs jump as soon as the box opens and if you hold it just right, they jump into your mouth without question. He had made a game out of it seeing how many of the wiggling chocolate critters he could get into his mouth at once without tossing his cookies or the frogs.
The candles floating around the room in the great hall had astonished him. He couldn't believe the enchanted ceiling, the candles, the statues holding the fire pits, the ghosts, and the talking hat now. He couldn't believe the hat had powers to tell them where they had belonged. He couldn't wait to get up there.
"Damien Wright"
He smiled as he climbed the steps and slipped onto the stool before feeling the weight of the hat. He was suddenly curious if it would hurt, would he feel anything, would it tickle maybe. He laughed to himself as he looked around the area waiting on the hat to decide his house, his fate, and his future.
