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Another year spent at Ilvermorny--while amazing, everything Percival could have wanted, in fact--was still another year spent away from his baby brother, the four year old who looked up to him, and whom Percival himself adored. He hated leaving Quinlan behind with their severe Irish parents, who shared their love for Quin far less lavishly than Percival himself did. He found himself mulling this over during his first breakfast in the Dining Hall as he gazed at a younger girl sitting a table away from him, with the rest of the first years. To Percival, she looked a bit forlorn--much like he imagined he himself had looked on his first day at Ilvermorny, missing his home and his younger brother. Percival wondered if she was feeling similarly. She didn’t appear to be talking to anyone, sitting quietly in her House robes--Horned-Serpent, the same house as himself. That picked Percival’s interest enough to set down his fork and knife, quietly excuse himself from his friends, and go over to the first-year Horned-Serpent girl who looked like she might cry at any moment. He knew from experience that crying in the Dining Hall on your first day was something that would stick with you, and your reputation among your peers, for much of the year. “Good morning,” Percival said softly, giving the younger girl a small smile. “Name’s Percival. Percival Graves. Is it alright if I sit here?” He asked, not waiting for a response before he grabbed a cinnamon roll off of the platter in the middle of the table and sat down beside her. Percival wasn’t quite sure what exactly to say, so instead he took a bite of the pastry, buying himself a bit of time.