Steamroller

[Evander Tuuri]

Evander played around with his tie as he walked into the castle from the outdoors, specifically, the lawn. He had been absorbing the sunlight outside for some time, meaning that now his skin was a little pink and tender from the burn that had yet to develop. He did not mind too much, as sunlight was still a relatively new concept for him since it usually rained back home. All the time. He was so sick of rain and clouds that he was glad to have come here. He hated being sick and having a cold was possibly the worst thing ever, especially when his mother got all worried about him. He rolled his eyes at the memories. He was so happy to be here, alone, independent at school, ready to learn about magic and cast spells and make friends. The only thing that confused him is this whole 'get sorted' thing. It was cool, but weird. Why split everyone up? It just didn't make that much sense to him.

His stomach rumbled, catching his attention. The small boy paused, and placed his hand on his stomach. How long had it been since he had eaten something? He looked ahead at the Great Hall, and noted that there were some students in there having what he could only assume would be lunch. Evander could go for some lunch! He returned to walking, paying little attention to the sound of footsteps nearby. Why should he worry about footsteps? he was perfectly safe.

That was, until Evander found the ground zooming towards his face. "Ahh!" The part-goblin groaned slightly as his face was slammed against the floor and his body lying flat out on the ground. He slowly rolled over to look up at the person that had mowed him down. With cringed eyes and a little blood running from his nose, Evander examined the person that had neglected to realise he existed. "Story of my life," he muttered, throwing his arms out onto the ground and releasing a sigh. He couldn't be bothered to get up now. He just wanted a nap or something. His nose wasn't that sore, but it did hurt a little bit. Either way, he just couldn't be bothered dealing with this right now.
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[Archie Renner]

A growling stomach was the only incentive Archie needed to wander inside. With all this activity it was no surprise how hungry he became in the space of a few hours. For most of the morning he scaled the school grounds, familiarizing himself with the place he would spend the coming seven years. The castle was interesting, unique. Even after exploring the grounds the past few days the Gryffindor barely begun to scratch the surface. He was excited to see what the rest of the school held for him. The passageways, the dungeons, even the classrooms peeked his interest. He had so much to explore, that seven years barely seemed long enough to do so. Speeding his walk to a run, Archie skidded around the castle while navigating his way to the great hall. Still new to the school, he often forgot where he was going and became lost. He never grew lost however, on his way to lunch, breakfast or dinner. It was one of the first paths he memorized. He would never, ever want to get lost on his way to find food. That would be one of his worst nightmares.

He was overconfident as he made his way to the entrance hall. Overconfident enough to speed up his running and crash into somebody else. "Woah!" He exclaimed, skateboard reflexes kicking in as he jumped out of harms way. "Phew." Talking more to himself than the other person, it took a minute before he noticed they were lying face down on the ground. The eleven year old immediately noticed the other person's small stature and grew curious. But held is curiosity in to make sure they didn't die from the impact. "Do you need help getting up?" He queried, getting down on one knee next to them. They were obviously breathing. That was enough of a sign to keep Archie from worrying. He could always help the kid to the hospital wing if he were injured. Impatient to fill his empty stomach and get back to exploring the grounds, he concluded it was all a harmless accident and nothing to worry about.​

 

[Evander Tuuri]

Evander turned his head so he could look at whoever was talking to him. He did not know the boy, but he seemed nice enough - ignoring the fact that he had just ran him over. Evander did not hold it against him, as they young Slytherin knew that he was small - very small compared to his fellow first years. This was not the first occurrence of being stepped on or something, although he had never quite been thrown to the ground because of someone not seeing him. At least the boy wasn't laughing at him. The part-goblin boy wasn't sure how he would react if the other boy were to laugh at him. There was never a time where Evander was okay with people laughing at him, especially if it were pertaining to his height or blood status.

He sat up, crossing his legs as he went, and wiped his nose on his sleeve, leaving a little blood stain. "I think I'm okay," he replied, looking up slightly at him, trying to see if he could recognise the boy from anywhere. He was terrible with faces and often forgot them, but he was sure he at least glimpsed him at the sorting ceremony - maybe walking the halls? It was hard to tell exactly where. He began getting up, and stood steady on his two feet. He brushed himself off, and rolled his right shoulder. "My shoulder's a little sore though. Are you okay?" He doubted the other boy would be injured, but it was more automatic reaction than literal concern.
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