Part 1

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John: *looks around* So, this is Hogwarts, huh?

Herc: *grins* It's huge...

Laf: I love it here already!

Herc: So... we're basically gonna live here all year right?

John: Except break, I think.

Herc: Okay. My ma told me that there are four different houses. Gryffindor, Slytherin... ummm... I forget the other two.

John: Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw! I remember this!

Herc: Oh yeah! Those.

Laf: I didn't even know about Hogwarts before I moved here, and I still know more than you, Herc.

Herc: Well... *pouts* you know I'm not that smart! Stop flexing on me! *sticks tongue out at Laf*

Laf: It's not my fault I'm fabulous. *hair flip, smirks*

Herc: *blush, rolls eyes*

John: Geez, you two. We have barely even walked in and you're already doing that. *rolls eyes as well, still smiling though*

Herc: Shut up!

John: *laughs* Ok, ok. Please, let's actually go into the dining hall.

Herc: Race ya there! *takes off running full speed, Naruto run*

John: HERCCCCC!! *follows behind*

Laf: THANKS FOR THE OFFER BUT I'M WALKING, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. *sighs as he watches Herc and John* Idiots.

John: *panting as he comes up behind Herc* Oh. My. Goodness. It's massive! And beautiful!

Herc: *already staring at the hall* So true, man...

Laf: *walks in behind them* I like it. It's... how do you say... sophisticated.

Herc: *teasingly* Is this how stuff in France looks?

Laf: Actually, Herc, France is prettier. Plus they have baguettes.

Herc: Speaking of baguettes... I really want one right about now.

Laf: Do they even have baguettes here?

Herc: They better.

Thomas: *pulling Mads by the wrist, shoves through the group while running*

Mads: *while being pulled, looks back at the group, mouths "sorry"*

John: *taken out of his trance* Ugh. Jerks. HEY, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! *to Thomas and Mads*

Thomas: *flips them off*

Mads: *smacks Jefferson's hand*

John: *offended, turns back to the group* Isn't he twelve, like us? Or is he in another year?

Herc: ...I think he's twelve... He's a rude twelve year old.

John: For sure.

Herc: I hope I'm not sorted into his house...

John: Me too.

Laf: Eh. Actually, I'd like to give him a piece of my mind.

Herc: Like... beat him up?

Laf: Well, if the situation called for it.

Herc: Heh, he looks weak. You would win.

Laf: Aww, thanks.

John: I could probably beat him. *completely unaware he interrupted the MOMENT*

Herc: *glares*

John: What?

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