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It was only once he had a mouthful of food that Holden realised he wasn't alone. Glancing to his side, he gave the girl an uncomfortable look up and down. "What?" he grumbled around his mouthful.

Holden's heart dropped as soon as he saw the colour of the rose she was handing him. Whatever. It had been dumb to hope. He glanced at the Slytherin table, then looked away again quickly. "Whatever." He said out loud this time, taking the rose and opening its note. Even if it was yellow...

There seemed to be a general assumption that as you got older all this mushy valentines stuff would just... somehow become appealing. Well, it wasn't. Holden hated days like this. He didn't even care. If his eyes kept flicking towards where Vanity sat at the Slytherin table, that was none of...

Holden Marshall Gryffindor

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Holden snorted in disbelief. "And that's not because of rivalry?" He said pointedly. "Sounds like you're bitter." He added with a small smirk. He felt a small shiver of nerves up his spine as she picked up on the books thing, panicking slightly. He hadn't really meant to bring it up, and...

Holden rolled his eyes at her explanation, crossing his arms defensively. "It's not cowardly not to want to get caught. I'm just not an idiot, there's no need to try." He said firmly. "Besides, the whole house rivalry thing is bullsh*t anyway. Like, who actually cares? Am I not allowed to...

Holden snorted at her comments, eyeing her. "It's Slytherins who are the sneaky ones." He said pointedly. "Not like I care enough about writing fart on a wall to go to that much effort. Besides, I don't have an excuse to be there." He said, holding up his hands which had never been anywhere...

Holden rolled his eyes at her question. "Yeah, but I'm not-" he was cut off as the girl disappeared, a moment later. He snorted slightly and took one of the markers, filling in the F more clearly. "I dunno if there's anyone in there! I didn't want them to see me taking a pen, and then they...

Holden jumped when he heard a voice and whipped around, ready to bolt. It was a relief when it was just some girl, who didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, she raised a good point. "Do you have one?" He asked, glancing at the sketchbook in her arms. "I usually bring one with me, but it's...

There wasn't really another word for it - Hogwarts was boring. Holden had never expected a magic school you went to to learn spells and potions and stuff to be boring. Sure, there was stuff going on, but none of it was actually cool or any fun really. Most of the time all there was to do was...

Holden frowned slightly as Eric described his roommates. "Sucks." He nodded in agreement. "Mine are pretty cool. Fraser's just mad for Quidditch, and Santiago's a chill guy. No real drama or whatever."