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He was such an idiot. Only he would manage to make an enemy, lose a friend, and humiliate himself in only a few minutes. What would his house think of him? Would they cast him out, say he was never meant for Slytherin? Maybe he'd be resorted into Gryffindor. After his reckless actions today, he'd hardly be surprised. But he doubted the lions would be pleased if he were to join them, a former, disgraced snake. So maybe Hufflepuff then, maybe they'd be the only ones willing to take him. Honestly, he would much rather one of those houses to Ravenclaw, after today.
He wiped his eyes, but it only served to cover them in blood from the cuts on his hands. He wondered what he looked like now; curled up in the corner of an abandoned classroom, friendless, probably houseless, his robes hopelessly crinkled, with blood and tears staining his face. He was pathetic, all it took was one tiny misstep and he was falling apart at the seams. What would become of him now? Would he be outcast, bullied, left abandoned, like in the muggle school he used to go to? Or would it be worse? Would he be forced to leave? It didn't bare thinking about.
Stamina: 5 • Agility: 5 • Strength: 2 • Control: 4 • ArcPower: 10 • Accuracy: 4