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- Claire
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- Straight 10 1/2 Inch Whippy Cypress Wand with Erumpent Hide Core
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- 12/2027 (feels about 90)
There were many similaries between Reuben and his brother, but it was their shared love for mischief that truly made them identical. It came about in the form of pranks, exploration, and an abundance of cheek. But whatever differences the sorting hat had found, it had dragged them up, kicking and screaming, to place the boys in separate houses. Determined to look on the bright side, Reuben had quickly declared after the sorting feast that the situation could have been far worse. Neither of them had been put in Slytherin. They hadn't been left unsorted, or been told they were too naughty and to take the next train home at once.
Rudolf, on the other hand, had not been so pleased about the whole affair. He demonstrated this with a series of snide remarks, most of which were aimed at 'that piece of junk' he called the sorting hat. Half an hour or so later, just before a professor came along and ushered them all to bed, he had finally come around. He'd still strutted off to the Gryffindor dormitaries with a haughty air of indignance, but it was an improvement all the same.
The next day, the sun rose high over the castle, illuminating its towering turrets in all their humble splendour. As planned, Reuben woke early and stole down the grand staircase, which took quite some time, because it kept moving at the most inconvenient moments. "Good morning!" said a knight in a gold-framed portrait to Reuben's left, and he heartily agreed. It was a good morning. Just the sort of morning for exploring the castle! Lessons weren't starting for a week, which gave them seven whole days to seek out every hidden passage and forbidden chamber the vast school kept hidden under its sleeves, but they weren't going to wait and give any Slytherins the chance to merit their discovery. Perhaps, if they were quick enough, they could even arrange a few tapestries so that they fell inconspicuously across their entrances.
When Reuben arrived in the entrance hall (for it was the only room in the castle both twins knew where to find), Rudolf was not there. "You're kidding me!" he hissed, and then looked over his shoulder in case any other early risers were listening. There didn't appear to be anyone in the near vicinity. Older students trickled in and out of the front door, but none of them paid much attention to Reuben. He stood against the wall with a growing apprehension. Rudolf had better not have overslept!
Rudolf, on the other hand, had not been so pleased about the whole affair. He demonstrated this with a series of snide remarks, most of which were aimed at 'that piece of junk' he called the sorting hat. Half an hour or so later, just before a professor came along and ushered them all to bed, he had finally come around. He'd still strutted off to the Gryffindor dormitaries with a haughty air of indignance, but it was an improvement all the same.
The next day, the sun rose high over the castle, illuminating its towering turrets in all their humble splendour. As planned, Reuben woke early and stole down the grand staircase, which took quite some time, because it kept moving at the most inconvenient moments. "Good morning!" said a knight in a gold-framed portrait to Reuben's left, and he heartily agreed. It was a good morning. Just the sort of morning for exploring the castle! Lessons weren't starting for a week, which gave them seven whole days to seek out every hidden passage and forbidden chamber the vast school kept hidden under its sleeves, but they weren't going to wait and give any Slytherins the chance to merit their discovery. Perhaps, if they were quick enough, they could even arrange a few tapestries so that they fell inconspicuously across their entrances.
When Reuben arrived in the entrance hall (for it was the only room in the castle both twins knew where to find), Rudolf was not there. "You're kidding me!" he hissed, and then looked over his shoulder in case any other early risers were listening. There didn't appear to be anyone in the near vicinity. Older students trickled in and out of the front door, but none of them paid much attention to Reuben. He stood against the wall with a growing apprehension. Rudolf had better not have overslept!