07-08-2010, 03:19 AM
The Great Hall was packed as the sorting took place which was immediately followed by the feast. Draco picked at his food most of the time, not really having much of an appetite. He was thinking about his new status in life and the mission which had been assigned to him. He also thought about how Potter would be halfway back to London right now. Chuckling to himself, he looked about the hall and froze when he caught a glimpse of a lightening scarred Gryffindor. His blood boiled and he stood, storming out of the Great Hall.
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