[Milo's looking for a partner in crime this year. If you'd like to cause some elitist chaos, comment or pm me!]
july 25th ~ after yet another break, we've all returned once again to our home away from home, good old Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy hoggy Hogwarts. Despite all that's happened in the past year, everyone seems to be at ease as the chatter in the Great Hall is louder than ever. Grab some cauldron cakes or pumpkin juice and just have a good time... if you're able to avoid the conspiratorial whispers coming from the Slytherin table.
Waltzing into the Great Hall, Milo stopped for a moment to eye the crowd. Muggle borns, they were everywhere; much to his dismay. Slowly, he felt his eyebrows begin to lower, sending a particularly nasty glare towards a newly sorted member of his own house, Ravenclaw. He hoped that it might teach the younger ones a lesson on respecting their elders; and as the frightened girl took a nearby hand, a smirk of satisfaction crossed his lips.
Milo had relocated or a semester, studying in an internship with a handful of Europe's greatest potineers. Much to his dismay, his father disallowed his stay out of country, saying that he was pulling strings as it is. So now he found himself, tipping a bottle of butterbeer to his lips at the Ravenclaw table as his ferret Vlad scampered about his feet.
A bit of clamor caught his ear as Milo turned to see a group of Slythern's, looking particularly devious, grouped at the end of the table. Slythern's, now these were his kind of folk. The small amount of idealist to true magic, not the mudblooded joke which Hogwarts was now notorious for. Grabbing Vlad by the scruff of his neck, he threw the furry beast over his shoulder, setting off in their direction with a snide smile across his lips.
As he approached, catching a few wondering eyes from the crowd, he slipped from his pocket his dark colored wand, spinning the wood between his fingers. With a subtle nod, he passed, locking eyes with an intense fire behind them. His smirk passed through the lips for a few devilish boys as he passed.
"This year might not be so bad after all." Milo laughed under his breath, petting the head of his familiar, "Let's wreak some havoc."
Post "demon days" if you got this far! c: