Baz POV
Oh my god I'm here, here at Watford my father always said Watford was my destiny and now as I stand here watching my chauffeur drive away with my hand on the gates I realise what he meant. My mother was the headmistress here but she died when I was young and coming here where she was walking up the path where she walked. It almost felt like there was a warm blanket wrapped around me, I walked up to murmurs house where my father stayed it is the best room in Watford it is right by the moat so you can see the great lawn and the hills beyond. I stepped into my room and saw my uniform laid out on my bed.
When I had finished unpacking I got a knock on the door it was a boy maybe second year but not third his uniform was red like mine he told me his name was Metod and that I was to come down to the great lawn for the picnic so as quickly as I could I got changed into my uniform and I was searching for a coat but all I could find was two small black capes hung on the back of the door so I grabbed one, ran down the stairwell and narrowly missed colliding with to boys who were standing in the door way trying to tie their shoelaces with the wrong spells so I helped them tie them as I told them my full name. "Tyrannus Bastilon Grimm-Pitch!" The first boy repeated "your the son of the late headmistress pitch?" he asked me ask they were getting their capes on. "The one and only" I said with only a little smirk on my face the boys were called Dan and Neil they were twins and also staying in murmur house so we all walked onto the great lawn where a bunch of the sixth years were putting wood on the fire and the smell of sausages was making my stomach growl.
We were told to sit with the other first years so we could be paired with our roommates. I suddenly felt a pull deep within me like a force inside my chest pulling me forward, pulling me towards my new best friend. I saw Neil and Dan get each other and shake hands and then I saw a boy.
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my first year, my first love (a carry on fanfic)
FanfictionOh my god I'm here, here at Watford my father always said Watford was my destiny and now as I stand here watching my chauffeur drive away with my hand on the gates I realise what he meant...