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Xander lay in the empty dorm in Hufflepuff House, staring at the idiotic badger painted on the ceiling by some idiotic Hufflepuff boy who had been in this room at some point over the years. 'Proud Puff!' it said underneath the snarling vermin. Xander huffed at it and turned around, glaring into the pillow. He'd had to request a spare bookshelf be sent over so he could put his babies away safely in the nooks now by his bed. What kind of school didn't have bookshelves in every room?
He reached one long arm over to reach for the novel he'd been thinking of during the sorting ceremony. A bookmark, identical to that of his sister's was stuck in the pages. Them when they were tiny sitting in the streets of the Bulgarian city they lived in til they were three. The cobblestones had fascinated him, and it showed as the toddler Xander examined one, trying to pry it up from under his diaper. Little Adrienne in her silver and green streaked dress sat in a huff, obviously waitiing for mummy to return. She'd always been like that as far as he could remember. He chuckled at the nearly identical babies, with their soft brown curls that they both still had to this day. His golden eyes being the only difference from his sisters startling emerald orbs.
His heart ached to be in the house she'd been sorted into; his dream house. Where he could mingle with the bookish fiends all he wanted. But he was in here with the friendly hard-working simpletons known as Hufflepuffs. Sure, his morals fit them perfectly, but when it came to interests he was afraid he was one of the few in here that actually had any sense. However, he had yet to converse with any of his house mates so he was going on pure anger alone.
He rose from his bed, his stomach aching to match his heart and realized he was hungry. He hadn't eaten a bite of the wonderful food they'd been given during the feast. He held the rumbling bit of flesh above his waist and frowned at the tummy,"Gah, might as well break curfew...no way will I make it to morning.." he said to the empty walls and stood, leaving the robe behind and donning a light jacket to ward off the chilly September air that would be wafting through any open windows.
He slipped on his trainers and descended the many staircases, making it to the kitchens at last. He passed a bunk room full of snoozing house elves. Poor things he thought, seeing the creatures, so tired after the day's work that never stopped. He darted into the kitchen at the sound of a bed squeaking under a tiny one's weight and opened a few cabinets, dying for some breakfast for supper, and thought it sounded good. His specialty was usually dinner dishes but a country breakfast sounded delicious right about now.
Xander picked out a dozen eggs, a container of flour, some buttermilk for his biscuits, a pack of sausage, and a few other ingredients, laying them out on the counter. He then set to work cracking eggs and mixing things up, making enough for two people without realzing it...
He reached one long arm over to reach for the novel he'd been thinking of during the sorting ceremony. A bookmark, identical to that of his sister's was stuck in the pages. Them when they were tiny sitting in the streets of the Bulgarian city they lived in til they were three. The cobblestones had fascinated him, and it showed as the toddler Xander examined one, trying to pry it up from under his diaper. Little Adrienne in her silver and green streaked dress sat in a huff, obviously waitiing for mummy to return. She'd always been like that as far as he could remember. He chuckled at the nearly identical babies, with their soft brown curls that they both still had to this day. His golden eyes being the only difference from his sisters startling emerald orbs.
His heart ached to be in the house she'd been sorted into; his dream house. Where he could mingle with the bookish fiends all he wanted. But he was in here with the friendly hard-working simpletons known as Hufflepuffs. Sure, his morals fit them perfectly, but when it came to interests he was afraid he was one of the few in here that actually had any sense. However, he had yet to converse with any of his house mates so he was going on pure anger alone.
He rose from his bed, his stomach aching to match his heart and realized he was hungry. He hadn't eaten a bite of the wonderful food they'd been given during the feast. He held the rumbling bit of flesh above his waist and frowned at the tummy,"Gah, might as well break curfew...no way will I make it to morning.." he said to the empty walls and stood, leaving the robe behind and donning a light jacket to ward off the chilly September air that would be wafting through any open windows.
He slipped on his trainers and descended the many staircases, making it to the kitchens at last. He passed a bunk room full of snoozing house elves. Poor things he thought, seeing the creatures, so tired after the day's work that never stopped. He darted into the kitchen at the sound of a bed squeaking under a tiny one's weight and opened a few cabinets, dying for some breakfast for supper, and thought it sounded good. His specialty was usually dinner dishes but a country breakfast sounded delicious right about now.
Xander picked out a dozen eggs, a container of flour, some buttermilk for his biscuits, a pack of sausage, and a few other ingredients, laying them out on the counter. He then set to work cracking eggs and mixing things up, making enough for two people without realzing it...