Stepping through a doorway and finding himself somewhere totally unexpected was... well, not entirely outside of his experience. Out of the ordinary, maybe, but not his ordinary
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Beowulf was much refreshed by a post-Hat Shore rest. Resplendent in the bejeweled short-shorts Rarity had sent him, he felt no need even for his undersized Gryffindor robe today, though he did wear his Gryffindor tie knotted about his brow as was customary for him, with his horned Prefect Hat firmly jammed onto his head atop it.
He thundered into the Sorting Room with a drinking-horn of mead in hand. "I AM BEOWULF!" he informed the new guy.
Beowulf beamed. "WE KILLED A MONSTER." That was all the explanation needed. He thrust the brimful horn toward Clyde. "JOIN IN OUR MERRIMENT, NEWCOMER!"
"What kind of monster?" He waved away the whatever-it-was the fellow was drinking, as it was obviously stronger than he wanted to deal with. "Was it hard?"
The real reason was that drawing porn was embarrassing, but so was admitting it. "That's not the kind of thing I draw," he said, grinning brashly. He'd been warned about this hat and he wasn't about to show fear, but he would at least try to be cautious.
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He thundered into the Sorting Room with a drinking-horn of mead in hand. "I AM BEOWULF!" he informed the new guy.
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Of course, he realized right away that he'd worded that very poorly.
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Welcome to the house of prudes GRYFFINDOR!!!!
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