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[The feed comes on violently as the communicator is wiped clear off the bed. Nothing can be seen except the ceiling and the unmistakable colors of green and silver draperies. There's a stamping of bare feet about the floor and the sound of the lid of a trunk closing with a rather loud thud. Panicked breathing, the sound of paper rustling and then, well, a face comes into view as the communicator is lifted off the ground and set on the nightstand.
Meet Alois Trancy, Hogwarts. A newly arrived and sorted Slytherin Second Year student. His bright blue eyes are wide and panicked and his pretty blond hair is a mess. He seems to be in a white nightgown too, reaching down to his knees. In his hand there's a wand and the other, his very own letter from Dumbledore.]
I-I'm a WIZARD?!
[It's a loud shout, containing a mixture of glee, anger and uncertainty - quite the mixture really, as he slaps the letter with the tip of his wand.]
Right here, that's what it says. I can read well enough. But this is ridiculous-! I thought fairies maybe, would've been the cause and spirited me away, but it's bloody wizards and witches...and I'm one too?!
[He's still breathing quickly, almost panicked as he lets the letter fall from his fingertips, but his grip on the wand is strong. The robes he's been given are strewn out across the mattress of his bed in a complete mess, but he pays them no attention.]
Claude-! [He tried calling before all of this, as soon as he'd woken up. But it'd been to no avail. The demon butler just wouldn't answer his call. It's infuriating, really.] Houhe o taraluna, Ron de rotarel...I want my Claude. This isn't fair!
[It's clear the young boy is completely and utterly torn over what to think and feel, let alone do, thus in a spontaneous burst he whisks the communicator off the night table and darts out of the bedroom, still only in a nightgown and with his wand clutched tightly in his hand.]
[ooc: Feel free to run into Alois as he runs about in his nightgown, bare feet and clutching his wand like a crazy person. He doesn't really know where he's running to so...|D yeah.]
Meet Alois Trancy, Hogwarts. A newly arrived and sorted Slytherin Second Year student. His bright blue eyes are wide and panicked and his pretty blond hair is a mess. He seems to be in a white nightgown too, reaching down to his knees. In his hand there's a wand and the other, his very own letter from Dumbledore.]
I-I'm a WIZARD?!
[It's a loud shout, containing a mixture of glee, anger and uncertainty - quite the mixture really, as he slaps the letter with the tip of his wand.]
Right here, that's what it says. I can read well enough. But this is ridiculous-! I thought fairies maybe, would've been the cause and spirited me away, but it's bloody wizards and witches...and I'm one too?!
[He's still breathing quickly, almost panicked as he lets the letter fall from his fingertips, but his grip on the wand is strong. The robes he's been given are strewn out across the mattress of his bed in a complete mess, but he pays them no attention.]
Claude-! [He tried calling before all of this, as soon as he'd woken up. But it'd been to no avail. The demon butler just wouldn't answer his call. It's infuriating, really.] Houhe o taraluna, Ron de rotarel...I want my Claude. This isn't fair!
[It's clear the young boy is completely and utterly torn over what to think and feel, let alone do, thus in a spontaneous burst he whisks the communicator off the night table and darts out of the bedroom, still only in a nightgown and with his wand clutched tightly in his hand.]
[ooc: Feel free to run into Alois as he runs about in his nightgown, bare feet and clutching his wand like a crazy person. He doesn't really know where he's running to so...|D yeah.]