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- OOC First Name
- Sierra
Greyson was already bored with the pathetic excuse for a Slytherin common room. First off it was in the dark basement. God forbid it be in the North tower or where ever the hell they placed the Ravenclaw common room. Of course the Slytherin common room was better it should be placed higher. On the top of the building to symbolically show it's importance. Of course it wasn't this important before Greyson was sorted into it. Yes actually Greyson hadn't given an ounce to where he was going to be placed. Any house would have given him the chance to show his stuff and shine as bright as ever. But here he was Slytherin which was fine by this brunette boy with an attitude that could make wind change it's direction.
Now he just had to make his spot in Slytherin, crawl his way to the top by any means. But first he had to make his inner circle. Find people that were worthy of being in his crowd. Though he didn't see many that would fit this position he was determined to find some. No they wouldn't be friends persay. Greyson never had friends. He had followers, he had people he could trust with the tiny things in life, he had family and he had well that was about it. Friends however never did show up on the list.
Walking up from the Slytherin common room, he found himself on the second floor with all the paintings. Moving and talking paintings. How annoying. Greyson had a picture of his grandmother back home that moved. Luckily it didn't talk. Oh if it did, surely Greyson would have put it in the fire years before. But these paintings moved and talked and were conversing with each other. In a way it made Greyson sick. Who in their right mind would make this annoying excuse for a decoration. Walking down the hall, however, he stopped at a certain painting of a lake. Could it be the lake outfront. It didn't matter. It was a rather boring painting moving just like the rest. Except people weren't moving about in it it was just the water that moved ever so slightly. For this reason it seemed to keep the interest of this young boy for longer than expected.
Now he just had to make his spot in Slytherin, crawl his way to the top by any means. But first he had to make his inner circle. Find people that were worthy of being in his crowd. Though he didn't see many that would fit this position he was determined to find some. No they wouldn't be friends persay. Greyson never had friends. He had followers, he had people he could trust with the tiny things in life, he had family and he had well that was about it. Friends however never did show up on the list.
Walking up from the Slytherin common room, he found himself on the second floor with all the paintings. Moving and talking paintings. How annoying. Greyson had a picture of his grandmother back home that moved. Luckily it didn't talk. Oh if it did, surely Greyson would have put it in the fire years before. But these paintings moved and talked and were conversing with each other. In a way it made Greyson sick. Who in their right mind would make this annoying excuse for a decoration. Walking down the hall, however, he stopped at a certain painting of a lake. Could it be the lake outfront. It didn't matter. It was a rather boring painting moving just like the rest. Except people weren't moving about in it it was just the water that moved ever so slightly. For this reason it seemed to keep the interest of this young boy for longer than expected.