Snippet #2147439

The journey to Isuel's favorite place after home was uneventful and long, though he did get to see his younger brother off before he left, which was always a good thing. They rarely had time to talk, let alone joke with one another now that Isuel was working to become a creature breeder like his father and his brother Tandoori was training hard to be a dragon handler.. He had watched his baby brother ride his Thestral, a young male named Phyrex, for the first time by himself. The look of sheer terror on his face was enough but the loud whoop as he flew made it even better. He had an inkling that his brother would play Qudditch this year, seeing as he took the sky like a fish took to water. Maybe the Headmaster would let him skip a day to watch him play even. He had hugged his father and kissed both his cheek before hopping on Anise, his own Thestral and making the long journey to Scotland from their breeding ranch in Russia. He knew Anise could make the trip in a day easily but paced her so it took two. He had a feeling she wasn't too happy about that at all. She seemed to have taken with the Thestral herd in the Forest. He wondered vaguely if at night he could sneak in and play with the foals this year.

Once he had made it safely and tended to Anise in the Forbidden Forest, he slipped into the library with Cotton now in tow, seeing as he was waiting for him as usual, and settled down to read. He really didn't want to deal with the noise that the Sorting Ceremony brought. Sure he was glad to have first years but chert vozʹmi, no one had to get that excited. They were only first years, they had been those small children at one point as well. He just didn't understand it at all.

He opened a large tomb that he had gotten for making the highest in her year again. The book, titled "Darkness's Spread Through England and Scotland: Tales of the Darkest Wizards in English History", was about the "Dark Lords" that terrorized the area. He had to laugh at the book. It was so "light" bias and horridly written that he couldn't actually learn anything about these so called Dark Lords. But from what he could actually read without vomiting in disgust was that they had all made grave mistakes, all of which costed them their power and their lives. And none were particularly evil either, just had an extremely messed up past that messed with their heads. He bookmarked his page, slipped it into his large messenger bag and with a nod at Cotton, made his way into the Great Hall.

As usual, he was accosted with noise, that's all it was to him, mindless white noise. He silently slipped into his spot at the Ravenclaw table, at the far end where no one sat. He pulled together a small plate of home, spaghetti, paella and a nice sized tomato. He looked at Cotton, who had taken the spot beside him and was pawing at a bit of fish. He smiled and slid the plate closer before calling for a house elf to bring him a dish of milk as well. He thanked the small creature and began to tuck in. He noticed a couple of people actually look his way but shrugged it off. They would forget him eventually. That's how his life worked. He sighed softly and bit into the soft tomato like an apple. They were probably commenting on his weird eating habits.