First day of his first year, and Alvaro already felt like he wasn’t going to fit in with Slytherin. Not because he didn’t think he fit the values of the house, but because he’d already messed up with a 3rd year. Well, it really was only an accident that he spilled some of the chocolate fondue on their pristine white socks, but it happened, and they were not happy. As soon as it happened, seeing as they were not calming down, the boy took a quick leave from the table, and ended up sitting on a bench, outside, with a student he did not know. But it wasn’t long until he spotted the angered third year follow out the door, forcing him to try to cover his face, turning his head to look at the other student on the bench. “Hey, sorry, can you pretend I’ve been here for... say, the past hour? I’ll explain later.”
