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Vincent was sitting on the sofa of the Slytherin Common Room, he was stretched out, relaxed, smiling lightly, looking up at the ceiling. He'd give life alot of thought, and pretty much saw he was being an ass.
Well, atleast he was only 16, he could make up for it.
The cage next to his foot was closer to large then small decorated with white patterns, and inside was a very fluffy looking baby owl:
which was picking at the stand she sat on with fasination.
The owls dark eyes turned to look at the stairs and gave a small hoot as someone walked down, Vincent turned, hoping the hoot wasn't too loud to atract her attention to his feet first.
Well, atleast he was only 16, he could make up for it.
The cage next to his foot was closer to large then small decorated with white patterns, and inside was a very fluffy looking baby owl:
which was picking at the stand she sat on with fasination.
The owls dark eyes turned to look at the stairs and gave a small hoot as someone walked down, Vincent turned, hoping the hoot wasn't too loud to atract her attention to his feet first.