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Turlough Whitlock Slytherin

Turlough softened- barely, just a tiny fraction, but still, he softened. She reminded him of his sisters. And Merlin knew he had enough of those. He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm fine. You need to watch where you're going- you're more likely to hurt yourself if you don't." He was gruff, glancing...

Turlough hadn't bothered to dress up- really, why would he? But he'd followed Tiernan to the feast all the same. They'd decided to check out the tent, and it had been a bit disappointing- cheap jump scares and mid props. Still, they were done well enough to freak out other kids. A girl shrieked...

Turlough had gone off to grab a few books for he and his brother- leaving Tiernan for a few down in their dorm, half napping. He was on his way back, his bag bouncing a bit against his side, when out of nowhere a girl ran into him. Automatically his hands shot out, gripping her arms to steady...

Turlough sat with his brother, giving him a small, fleeting smile before his eyes found their sister. "So am I," He agreed. He turned his attention from Tanith to the feast, piling food onto his plate. He glanced to Tiernan. "Though we aren't with Tanith. Any plans for that?" He asked. He was...

Turlough was always open to following Tiernan wherever his twin wanted to go. When Tiernan grabbed him, Turlough dropped what he was doing and he shuffled along behind him. "Fourth floor," He replied. "Down from the library or something, I think," He shrugged, pretty sure he'd heard Tanith...

Turlough David Whitlock Date of Birth: January 22, 2053 Astrological Sign: Hair Color/Length: Shoulder length, fiery red Eyes: Green Face: Sharp square Clothing Style: Turlough wears casual clothes and likes to style them with jackets Favorites: -Food: Cinnamon butter dinner rolls...

Turlough giggled. "Moo-vee," He echoed, before crawling over to his twin. "Rock," He pointed, shifting to sit down. "Pretty," He gave his twin a toothy grin, giggling again.

Turlough snuggled into Tulia, yawning. "Move!" He declared happily, crawling out of his sisters lap and towards his older sisters. "Move, move, move!" He giggled, clapping his hands.

Turlough played with Tullia's hair, cooing happily. "Up," He gave her a large toothy smile.

Turlough looked up as his sister spoke, and pushed up onto his feet, stumbling over to her with his own arms raised. "Up up," He echoed, curling his fists in little grabby hands at the older girl.

Turlough was chewing on his fist, waddling after his siblings. He was babbling softly, whining when something kept him in place. He dropped to sit, still chewing on his hand while his other hand grabbed for his foot.