SMUGGLER.

Han Solo | Star Wars Affiliated with RHRP

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     Luke huffed softly, watching as his captive pancake was eaten by his best friend. He pushed an empty plate towards the other, raising an eyebrow at him.

“All of the core classes along with divination, care of magical creatures, and apparition. What about you?”

     As he waited for the other’s answer, he started stacking food onto his plate. It was like Han couldn’t take care of himself.

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     Han grinned, white teeth showing, as he ate more food, humming to himself. He nudged Luke’s side with his elbow.

     “Divination? Y’gonna learn how to tell the future, kid?”

     Despite being a wizard, Han was still skeptical of some things, divination one of them. Magic was one thing, seeing into the future? That was another.

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     Luke flinched in surprise and looked up at the other with wide eyes, most of a pancake hanging out of his mouth. He blinked and relaxed when the recognized the other, letting the pancake fall back onto his plate. 

“It’s only been around eight hours, Han. Maybe if you waited another two, I would’ve started to miss you.”

     He grinned, nudging the other’s side gently.Of course he missed Han, but he wouldn’t admit it out loud. That would be.. Awkward.

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      Han stretched up, letting his arm fall off Luke’s shoulders, only to come up and ruffle the kid’s fluffy hair.

     “Ouch, you wound me.” 

      Yet Han’s grin showed he new Luke was only joking with him. He eyed Luke’s plate hungrily, taking it upon himself to plop himself on the seat next to Luke.

     “So,” he started, using his fork to spear into one of Luke’s pancakes, taking a bite of it. “What classes y’taking this year.”

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Yawning loudly, Han threaded his hands through his uncombed hair. He was a couple minutes late to breakfast, but nothing else was new. Mumbling gruffly to himself as he made his way into the Great Hall. Squinting, Han’s eyes scanned around the room, specifically over the Hufflepuff table...

Aha!

With a grin, Han squared his shoulders and sauntered past the Gryffindor table to the Hufflepuff one, spotting a familiar head of blonde hair. He approached Luke Skywalker from behind, throwing an arm around the kid’s shoulders as he was sitting.

     “Hey kid, miss me?”