<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/>Aaric always loved the scene that took place on Platform 9 and three quarters.  There was no greater time or excitement then the return to Hogwarts. And why shouldn't they be excited? For most first years it was the culmination of seventeen years of waiting. Their entire childhood had been building up to this exact moment. Purebloods living up to a legacy of their great bloodlines,<em>or perhaps trying to revive a disgraced one</em>. Halfbloods either just discovering their heritage and wondering what it could possibly mean or just excited to finally be able to follow in their parents footsteps. Aaric always was curious just what the experience was for muggleborns, it was a point of reference he really had no ability to understand. How did one live their entire life believing magic wasn't real,<em>not really</em>. Then suddenly get a knock on the door as complete strangers explain that the prospective student is in fact very capable of magic and should be whisked away to a school in the middle of nowhere Scotland where they can learn with other potential witches and wizards. The fact so many accept it so readily always struck Aaric as a little surprising. He imagined there must be need for demonstration, otherwise he doubted any typical family not looking to get rid of their children would take it seriously.<br/><br/>Still, the first years always looked the most excited, or the most nervous. They had yet to be sorted had no idea what lay before them. They had yet to be bogged with homework, to receive their first detention, all that was left to the them was the great unknown. Maybe some of them had family that attended and related stories, but then you'd simply hear stories of moving stairs, friendly ghosts, and a large mysterious forest where werewolves and vampires hid.<br/><br/>There was more then just enjoying the excitement and buzz in the air of course, it was the human drama of it all that Aaric especially enjoyed watching.  Mothers tearfully clung to their children getting ready to board the trains. It was always interesting to pinpoint the self conscious ones. Here there were hundreds of families filling in and filing the area but you could always spot the one student who was embarrassed by their mother's fussing.<em>As if in the chaos of the moment anyone cared that your mother was displaying a high amount of affection in public.</em>Then again, Aaric enjoyed seeing it with a smirk on his face, so perhaps their self conscious tendencies weren't entirely with merit?<br/><br/>Aaric had separated himself from his brothers to get a good little vantage point of the scene unfolding before him. Though he had arrived promptly with a hour to spare he'd actually wait nearly forty minutes before boarding the train himself. This was both for his little enjoyment of people watching, as well as to let the compartments within the train to fill up. It was much less of a hassle to find a place that wouldn't become stuffed with large crowds of friends trying to make use of every inch when those students already filled compartments full. The ride was always uneventful, there was no reason to spend it crammed into a tiny place, his worse habits had a habit of trickling out in those situations and detention on the first night was honestly not a goal Aaric was aiming for.....Three days was much more preferable.<br/><br/>As he moved through the train he'd come upon a compartment that for the moment had only one other student. Aaric took a moment to study him, he looked fairly unassuming. Dark hair kept short, well groomed. He didn't appear thin or frail, possibly more athletic then his frame might suggest but he seemed just thin enough to Aaric you wouldn't be sure until he was out of his robes. Aaric couldn't remember seeing him around in previous years. While if the student was in a different year it would be less likely he'd catch many glimpses, the fact was everyone sat in the great hall to eat every day. Aaric liked to believe faces would at least seem somewhat familiar, but the stranger in front of him didn't feel familiar at all.<br/><br/>"How's she cuttin'." He asked, a thick cool Irish filling the compartment as he spoke. He regarded the stranger with a smirk. "Don' remember seein' yer face 'round before," he said taking a seat and extending his hand.<br/><br/>"Name's Aaric Balor,"