The Slytherin dorms were cold, damp and dark.
Vlad loved them.
Really.
They reminded him of home.
Reminded him of their old, big, damp, cold, dark and dirty castle.
They were lovely.
He followed him dorms mates to their room and lied in his bed.
As the night went and the sun rose, Vlad raised from his bed and took a shower, afterwards dressing in the school uniform and going down to breakfast with his sister.
After breakfast, he said goodbye to Ingrid and went to his class.
As it was his horrible luck, his first class was Defense Against The Dark Arts, or DADA.
Of course, the subject itself didn't sounded that bad.
Only the err, teacher....
The horrifying terrible pink she-toad.
Yuck.
That's all
Not mine
Bye-biee
- WD
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