Griffin McGuinness
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Though he could not for the life of him imagine how, Griffin McGuinness had actually managed to get good grades for his first semester at Hogwarts. It felt good; amazing actually. Griffin had been so pleased with himself he'd actually been shaken out of his usual introverted state and asked a girl to the Yule Ball. Of course, he didn't actually have feelings for Margo Liddell, but she was the only girl he knew so far. She'd agreed to go as friends, in a group, and so here he was, at the last place he'd have thought to be merely weeks ago.
The hall did look great, and for once Griffin had actually taken a few minutes to put himself together. Foregoing dress robes (Griffin thought dress robes looked incredibly stupid) Griffin wore nice pants with a blue shirt that made his bright blue eyes seem even bluer. His tie was black to match his pants and he'd even managed to tame his long-ish hair. Of course he hadn't done any of this of his own volition; he'd simply mentioned in a letter to his mum that he was going with someone to the ball, and in the time it took the family owl to fly from Hogwarts to Ireland and back, Griffin had received dress clothes and a 2 page letter detailing how he needed to dress. That was that. The Gryffindor did have to admit his mum had had a point. He did look pretty good.
Waiting for Margo and her friends to arrive Griffin watched the other students interacting. A slight pang of regret stung his chest. Half of his first year was gone, and Griffin still had yet to make any friends. Well, he had one if Margo counted, but they were really only acquaintances that sometimes got along and were able to tolerate each other the rest of the time. Still, Margo was nice if somewhat too chipper, and she'd offered to introduce him to some of her friends. Merlin knew Griff really needed to make a couple friends.
After what seemed like ages Margo finally arrived and Griffin felt himself involuntarily letting out a low whistle. Of course, being who she was, the girl smirked at him, raising an eyebrow. Griffin merely grabbed her hand, forcing her to spin around as he gave her a look over. "Looking good Liddell, I guess I won't be totally embarrassed to be seen here with you after all," he stated playfully. "So where are these friends of yours then?"
The hall did look great, and for once Griffin had actually taken a few minutes to put himself together. Foregoing dress robes (Griffin thought dress robes looked incredibly stupid) Griffin wore nice pants with a blue shirt that made his bright blue eyes seem even bluer. His tie was black to match his pants and he'd even managed to tame his long-ish hair. Of course he hadn't done any of this of his own volition; he'd simply mentioned in a letter to his mum that he was going with someone to the ball, and in the time it took the family owl to fly from Hogwarts to Ireland and back, Griffin had received dress clothes and a 2 page letter detailing how he needed to dress. That was that. The Gryffindor did have to admit his mum had had a point. He did look pretty good.
Waiting for Margo and her friends to arrive Griffin watched the other students interacting. A slight pang of regret stung his chest. Half of his first year was gone, and Griffin still had yet to make any friends. Well, he had one if Margo counted, but they were really only acquaintances that sometimes got along and were able to tolerate each other the rest of the time. Still, Margo was nice if somewhat too chipper, and she'd offered to introduce him to some of her friends. Merlin knew Griff really needed to make a couple friends.
After what seemed like ages Margo finally arrived and Griffin felt himself involuntarily letting out a low whistle. Of course, being who she was, the girl smirked at him, raising an eyebrow. Griffin merely grabbed her hand, forcing her to spin around as he gave her a look over. "Looking good Liddell, I guess I won't be totally embarrassed to be seen here with you after all," he stated playfully. "So where are these friends of yours then?"