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44d194ae6951485 (He/Him) is a 29 year old (DOB: October 11, 1994) wizard living in places the wind takes him. He wields a member of the unsorted masses of Hogwarts students just off the train eagerly crowding around the Sorting Hat.

About Me
The room smelled like smoke and alcohol. It was past the point of being late and moved on to being early as he lounged on a chair. Around him people laughed and drank, completely unaffected by the hour. Faces that would call him friends, and he didn't care enough to correct. They were a distraction for now, until he moved on.

When the voices shifted from carefree to perplexed he looked up. He glanced at the man sitting next to him, Matt? Mark? It didn't matter. The man simply pointed to the ceiling.

It was such a strange sight. Flapping around was an owl. It wasn't impressive, on the small side with dingy feathers. As soon as he spotted it, it immediately swooped down and settled on his hand which he had outstretched in anticipation. His not-friends cheered, but he was focused on the parchment in the owl's talons. He tugged it free and replaced it with gold.

Now that its purpose was fulfilled the owl easily soared out without a backwards glance.

The not-friends asked about the scroll but he ignored them, instead ordering another round of drinks. He was nothing if not generous. With their minds turned to more frivolous things he broke open the wax seal and skimmed over the writing. The same letter with updated books, just like last year, and the year before that.

He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, coming in contact with stubble. He needed to clean up, maybe after another drink. He throws his arm around the nearest girl. She melted into him as he snatched her drink, downing it.

"My friends" he says loud enough to get their attention, "It seems our time has come to an end. I'm afraid I'm leaving in the morning."

His words met a chorus of displeasure. How sweet, they would miss him. They were such loyal not-friends.

"Now now, no tears!" he cheers, grinning, "This means it will be a night to remember. Another bottle is in order!"

The shouts of excitement drowned out his thoughts he was carried away into the merriment.