Soris came through a small, wooden door, very, very confused. He had been going into the marketplace to sell a few things-- and upon walking out the front door to his home had ended up here
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Elves. Grima was torn. On one hand, the new applicant was an elf. On the other, it was strangely comforting in this strange land of the Scots to see a species he recognized, a species that wasn't horrible and tentacled and green and prone to subjecting him to unwanted intimacies.
Also, this one seemed reasonable and intelligent enough.
"Greetings, newcomer to the land of the Scots. I regret I do not know the formal greetings of your people, but be assured you are most welcome to Castle Hogwarts.'
"I am Grima, called Wormtongue." Yes, he was proud of the title. "But there is no need to be apprehensive. There are citizens of many worlds here. Indeed, I have seen other elves." There had been- Galadriel and Legolas, as well as Elric. "I am the Hat's appointed 'psychological expert'- a strange name that signifies counselor. Should you wish to discuss anything, I am here." He gave a small bow and smile. (Best counselor ever, amirite?)
Also, this one seemed reasonable and intelligent enough.
"Greetings, newcomer to the land of the Scots. I regret I do not know the formal greetings of your people, but be assured you are most welcome to Castle Hogwarts.'
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"Oh, uh. Hello. My name's Soris. I'm afraid we're not too formal, back in the alienage, but I'm hoping I can fit in here."
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