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- saint bichar
✘sixteen years
✘single
✘slytherin head boy
✘wearing
✘front of the HE
✘tagged; ...
saint, being the somewhat strong lad he is, managed to lug the oaken trunk onto the train and place it above a seat in the front of the train. as the slytherin boy heaved the trunk onto it's temporary home, his shirt lifted and showed off the tanned skin below it, earning a few different reactions from some of the head girls surrounding him. this, being a normal occurrence, did nothing to spark saint's interest as he straitened the material and shoved his hands into his pockets. with a bow-legged swagger about his walk, saint sauntered down the aisle of the hogwart's express toward the conductor, a usual task of his to criticize the man's slow traveling speed and to demand he leave at an earlier point in time. as he walked, however, the thoughts of how to pester the poor old man for the sixth year in a row were obstructed by the idea of slytherin's head girl, henrietta, he'd yet to encounter the girl which was almost worrying, seeing as the two were rarely apart, being the heads of slytherin and all. here he paused, throwing a casual glance across his shoulder and running a hand though his dark hair. where is that girl?





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