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Connor looked outside the window from the common room. It was a decent day out and Connor was sick of being inside. Connor made his way outside to the lakefront and sat down by this nice shady tree. Connor looked out over the lake and was imerge with thoughts; thoughts of home, school, friends, family, and just about everything else. Connor had not written home yet since the sorting and was holding it off as long as he could. Connor knew his father would be proud that he was sorted into Slytherin if only for a second. Soon the fact would become the past and Connor would no longer be a good enough son again. Connor wanted to wait until the last possible momment before he wrote home. In a way he wished he didn't have to, but to not would get his father angry and that was the last thing Connor needed. Connor stared out at the lake and just thought. He tried to get all his thoughts to calm down and fad off but the attempts were useless.