- He was never really given the 'benefit' of being sent off to Hogwarts by his parents, and to be honest, Hadrian was quite satisfied and happy with this fact. By not being dropped of by his parents, he could spend most of his time doing stuff he wanted to do in the summer. This summer was a bit of a bore, however. He didn't do much, other than buying a new motorcycle that he fully planned on souping up with some Charms work later on in the semester, along with learning a few different Egyptian spells that focused more along the lines of combating undead ghouls and such from deep, dark crypts.
Stepping onto the train, Hadrian glanced around with sharp, half-lidded golden irises, his weightless trunk tossed casually over his shoulder. The muggle-outfit-wearing teenager was given slightly confused glances by some of the other students - especially ones that new of his rather lofty position in a Pure-Blooded household, but Hadrian easily ignored the stares, making his way through the train and opening Compartment 82 - the Compartment he always used, and one that he had specifically etched with runes to be unnoticeable by anyone fourth year and down. He didn't want to be bothered by kids, after all, but he diiiiid have duties as a Head Boy, so he couldn't ignore any higher-years.
With a muted sigh, he sat down onto the comfortable leather bench, leaning back and closing his eyes for a second. A cat nap wouldn't be too bad, would it?
Damned panther instincts.







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