- Messages
- 51
Hazel walked into the walls of Dumstrang for the very first time, her trunk having already reached the dormitory. She groaned at the thought of sharing a room, she hated the thought. She had always been treated like a princess and she hoped to receive the same treatment from those around her. She was glad to be able to study in Dumstrang, at least for a year and make some valuable friends before she is transported to leaving hell of HNZ to dwell with the dirt of mudbloods, blood traitors and half-breeds.
Walking to the dinning hall, she had to admit, Dumstrang had its style and class. The walls as well as the halls were lavishly decorated with portraits, painting, armors and torches. Taking a seat beside another girl whom she had been noticing the entire day and who seemed like the kind Hazel would like, she served herself as she listened to the speech of the Head teacher.
Walking to the dinning hall, she had to admit, Dumstrang had its style and class. The walls as well as the halls were lavishly decorated with portraits, painting, armors and torches. Taking a seat beside another girl whom she had been noticing the entire day and who seemed like the kind Hazel would like, she served herself as she listened to the speech of the Head teacher.