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Martin Crosby V
And so it begins.
Sun Jan 13, 2019 12:44

Sonora Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry was, Martin decided upon completing his Orientation and tour, adequate.

It was a stellar review from the generally apathetic young boy, and one worthy of note. His mother, Tawny Crosby nee Brockert, was an alumna, and her critique of the location had not inspired the utmost confidence in the institution. Mother tended to feel unfavorably about just about everything, but she expressed a specific dislike for her own former House - Pecari - and had instilled in him the hope for his own dormitory. He could not fault her that complaint, as he too was generally opposed to the idea of sharing his quarters with other eleven year olds. Martin had found that most children his age were obnoxious and loud, which were similar to his motherís complaints of her House as a whole. It was quite tiresome. Between Martin and his contemporaries, he tended to feel a bit of a disconnect on the whole.

As the Sorting commenced, he was grateful not to be sent to Teppenpaw, either, which - if his Crosby relations were any indication - was the home to sentimental idiots. Martin was assuredly more intelligent than his fatherís young cousin, Vladimir. No, Crotalus did seem a better fit for him. Respectable and mature. These were his people.

He clapped along politely to the announcements, although the Prefect by name of ďMangerĒ made his nose wrinkle. Martinís general knowledge of that whole situation was simply that it was complicated and distasteful, so his instinct was to feel unfavorable toward this Eden person. She was the child of the late Ross Manger, his great-auntís ex-husband, and that man was, as he understood it, atrocious. So his bastard was probably just like him.

He did not care about the Quidditch coach, and he did not sing the song. Singing was a young manís game, and Martin was too grown for that nonsense. He simply waited it out and then gathered himself a polite but healthy serving of the food provided to him. Martin, with careful and meticulous manners, took to his dinner and kept to himself.

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