Hadrian Sharr ;; 12 ;; Slytherin ;; Great Hall ;; Tagged- Swifteekl
- Hadrian noticed that the first girl that went up seemed to be extremely nervous, and he understood why, although he himself wouldn't really feel nervous, personally. All of the gazes of everyone in the giant hall turned onto the little girl at once, and she seemed to quiver as she sat on the stool, and the hat was dropped onto her head, obscuring her visage. As a second ticked by, Hadrian heard a voice pipe up close to him, and judging by how he also felt eyes on the side of his face, the female whom had spoke was speaking directly to him. Although he was a boy who tended to observe things and go out by himself, exploring and doing his own thing, he recognized the fact that having friends would...be fun? Would help? He didn't know...talking to this girl wouldn't hurt, regardless. As long as she wasn't like his cousin, a weak boy in his Fourth year that always wanted to talk trash and play Quidditch, he'd speak.
"Hi," He spoke up quietly, golden eyes glancing over as the Hat called out 'Hufflepuff'. "I'm Hadrian Sharr." He offered a hand, like his father taught him.











