----------ʜᴀʀᴘᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍs
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----------age » 17
----------house » ravenclaw
----------blood » muggle-born
----------location » Great Hall
----------tagged » n/a
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----------age » 17
----------house » ravenclaw
----------blood » muggle-born
----------location » Great Hall
----------tagged » n/a
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"Thanks, love," Harper drawled in an incredibly faux sounding British accent at the girl who wished her good look, flashing a bright smile. She didn't really know the first years all that well, but the girl looked sort of familiar. Feeling slightly more awake after having eaten, Harper stretched lazily, continuing to observed the Slytherin table. She noticed one of the kids was staring down at his plate as if he was trying to split it with his mind. He definitely looked nervous, never a good thing on game day. Harper had played soccer for long enough to know if you kept picking on a nervous player, it could drag the whole team down. She made a mental note to try and clip him with her broom later, see if she could knock him down.▐
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