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[metaplier-blog]

|| Vanilla Twilight.

It was a lovely night. A layer of freshly-fallen snow covered the ground, even under the now-clear sky. Somehow, Mark had convinced a certain little Gryffindor to accompany him outside past curfew. ‘Can you dance?’ That question had followed them out here into the snow. It was innocent enough, of course. But, for Mark, it was anything but. Just a confidence builder.

[madslytherinking-blog]

Galaxies||Closed

@jacksepticwizard He had no idea who the boy he was looking at was. He was a Gryffindor, he at least knew that. A Gryfindor that had dropped one of his books on the way down to breakfast. Otherwise the boy was much to excited and Ryan had no idea why he was so worried about the boy half way across the room at the Gryffindor table. Still, Ryan felt the urge to introduce himself and while he knew a Slytherin prefect would most likely not be welcome at a Gryfindor table he still decided to go over. How else would be make friends but put himself out there. So he strode across the room, slowly moving to stand beside Jack with a sigh, rubbing his hands through his hair before forcing a friendly smile. “Uh hello. I had to bother you but I think you may have dropped this.”