<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/AaricSlyth1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Slytherin Student Uniform<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 10  1/4 Inches | Ebony Wood |Thestral Tail Hair| Quite Flexible<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin/ Year 3<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, Setember 1st 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:40 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Boarding the train<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversation<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Just a General Vibe for Aaric (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSAjNWypykQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Dante, Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>A moment passed as the stranger seemed to recognize the name Balor. He recalled a restaurant in Diagon Alley, which was quite the curious little fact and the mention of it caused his eyes to light up just a little as regarded the young man. More than likely he'd heard the name through gossip then. Not surprising in the least, there was plenty worth gossiping about when it came to the Balors. They threw lavish parties where everyone within their little marriage alliances were invited, they shunned members of their family for bastard half-bloods, and of course were a pure-blood family of almost exclusive Slytherins in the time after the fall of the dark lord. Added with the previous fact, there were<em>all</em>kinds of rumors about the Balor family.<br/><br/>"Must not 'ave," he said withdrawing his hand and leaning back into his seat. Raising his arms up to rest on the top of the seats and crossing his right leg over his left as he did so. "If ya did, then you'd know, that shop is run by a couple o'Ogden's," he said, the smirk not leaving his face as he trained his eyes on Dante's own. "Course one o'em is my father's sister, maybe ya heard about it through some gossip?" He suggested with a light shrug of his shoulders.<br/><br/>It was then revealed that the stranger was Dante Fairchild and he was a first year on his way to the castle. Him being in Diagon Alley wasn't a very shocking ordeal. Most London based wizards were. If he'd heard of the Balors and didn't know Ogden's ran the resturant than it meant he knew someone who knew families floating around West Europe. Likely Aaric reasoned it meant he wasn't a pure-blood.<br/><br/>"First year eh? Been lookin' forward ta takin' yer first step as a wizard long?" He asked. The question of course had dual meaning. In reality Aaric was working to guage whether or not he had grown up within the magical community or had been sheltered. Usually Muggle-borns were the ones that waited until they were seventeen to discover they were wizards. Though there were some Half-bloods who also were kept in the dark.<em>Aaric didn't understand why a witch or wizard would lie to their kid for seventeen years, but it happened.</em>Regardless, the question was a bit more of a set up, good for follow up questions beyond that.<br/><br/>Though any follow up questions would have to wait, as it was then a second party came into their little space. Stumbling around and seemingly lost. Which Aaric imagined had more to do with nerves, it'd be a very impressive feat to be lost on a train. She didn't wast much time putting her luggage up, though as she moved she nearly fell into him. Aaric would place his arms down and shift in his seat as to give her more space before settling back in a more comfortable position.<br/><br/>She had quite the appearance to stand out, wearing what appeared to be half a school uniform, though it didn't quite match up right. Still Aaric was pretty sure it was some kind of school uniform. Long raven hair, all the way down her back, and pale skin that caused her red lipstick to especially stand out. Her appearance reminded him something the muggles had, he knew because his pour cousin had been confused with it when he had encountered some muggles......The name eluded him. What was really surprising was her voice, it wasn't any accent he commonly heard, but he was pretty positive it was American.<br/><br/>"Don' see that every day, don' Americans fancy keepin' to themselves?" He asked raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "I'm fine with ya stickin' around, name's Aaric Balor." He said offering his hand to her.<br/><br/>It seemed Aaric's previous assessment that it'd be less crowded was entirely false as more students continued to push their way in. When the second girl entered she had quite the striking appearance as well. Jet black hair save for red highlights,<em>or maybe extensions</em>placed up in pigtails. She was decked mostly in black, save for some roses on her shirt and a red choker. To Aaric it reminded him a great deal of the American girl, except more glamorous. For a second time he tried to look for the word that he knew muggles used, but it escaped him.<br/><br/>Just as surprising as the American being American, when this new girl spoke you could detect a very obvious Russian accent. That was just as bizarre as the American girl. Both those countries had their own schools, and Aaric was fairly confident the mentality of both countries were pretty die hard, patriotic. Yet not only did both of them find their way to Hogwarts, they both found their way to the same compartment. What were the odds?<br/><br/>"Aaric Balor, this'll be m'fourth year at Hogwarts." He said introducing himself for the fourth time and offering his hand again. "So what brings the two o'you ta Hogwarts?" He asked glancing around the compartment at the newly arrived students.