<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=51432">A Patriarchy Hogwarts</a></span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i66.tinypic.com/21blmp5.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: teal"><span style="font-style: italic">Another year.</span> Chris thought as he was one of the first to enter the Great Hall for the start of term feast. The room still housed the four legendary house tables, but everyone was free to sit where ever they wanted. It was always good to be one of first to arrive because it gave her first pick on where to sit. He usually picked somewhere in the middle of the room and held a few places for her friends, waiting for the Headmaster to start the feast. It usually started with him giving a boring speech that she hoped wasn’t too long like the previous year.<br/><br/>He couldn’t believe that he had made it all the way to his fifth year disguised as a boy, but he was far from finished. As much as he loved learning and doing something that would help all magical women, the thought of being caught weighed heavy on his mind. He tried to remain optimistic, but sometimes he couldn’t help thinking about all that was at risk. All he could do was hope that this year will go as smoothly as the rest. It had gotten a lot easier pretending to be a boy that the walk and talk became second nature now.<br/></span></span>