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[Corn Seymour VII]

Open after Tempest

As excited as he was to start his own branch of the Seymour legacy, Cornelius was bitter to have wound up at the inferior Hogwarts. There was none of the history in these halls, not even a hundred years of students passing through these halls. Everything was new, without the character and meaning given by age. Even the portraits were blander, he thought, or at least they had to be. Cornelius didn't know much about art - art was for people who didn't mind flipping burgers for the rest of their lives - but he was pretty sure the paintings at the real Hogwarts had to be better. He pulled a face as he leaned in to examine the brushwork on a flower in the corner of one of the paintings, sneering slightly. "That's not even realistic, you know?" He commented haughtily to the painting's subject. "Roses don't come in that colour."

 

[Tempest Vero]

Tempest enjoyed walking through the halls in her spare time to see the sights but to also learn things she could use about any of her fellow classmates. The Slytherin bunch had a few interesting characters among them, and while she was sure some of her classmates had their own thoughts about her, it didn't really matter. Because she knew she was better than them.

As she found herself up on the second floor, she saw one of her fellow first years, someone who she had mostly observed. Her observations proved he was pretty annoying. He was talking to the wall, and while some of the paintings did talk back, Tempest saw no faces among them. "The paintings have to have people for you to talk to them, mophead," she spat, trying not to look at the mess of hair on top of his head.