Closed rp: Henry Winter meets Brice de Winter
After the slight trainwreck that was Charles' Sorting, Henry is not in the best of moods. He managed to manipulate it to his advantage; but it is still Charles Macaulay.
He is alone; Camilla is not there (back in Gryffindor, so distraught was she he actually had to tuck her in like a little girl), and he is somewhat glad of that. She must not see him lose control for one second.
Henry almost collides with a dark-haired boy, much younger, in the corridor, and his anger almost explodes.
'Look where you're going,' he snaps in Ancient Greek, and carries on steaming down the corridor.
He is alone; Camilla is not there (back in Gryffindor, so distraught was she he actually had to tuck her in like a little girl), and he is somewhat glad of that. She must not see him lose control for one second.
Henry almost collides with a dark-haired boy, much younger, in the corridor, and his anger almost explodes.
'Look where you're going,' he snaps in Ancient Greek, and carries on steaming down the corridor.