Dhruv Bansal, (3rd year)
Let's skip the feet and shake hands.
Mon Jul 3, 2017 23:36
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A lot of things were unknown in life but it appeared that one of the known and accepted truths was that teenagers were jerks. And as Dhruv would be turning thirteen this year, it was only a matter of time before he, too, became a jerk. It wasn’t a very comforting thought, but after dealing with Rhiya and Armaan this summer he was starting to feel like maybe it would be better to be a jerk amidst a family of jerks than to be the only non-jerk dealing with jerks all the time. Which was really just to say that this summer hadn’t been very fun at all.

As the other students portkeyed in, Dhruv settled down by the Draco bonfire, glad for the first time that Armaan and Rhiya had been sorted into other houses. As the babble of the crowded Finer Diner reached a crescendo, he gently patted the top of his spiked hair, a quick check to make sure the gel was holding in place. He’d spent all of July at the Vermont location of the Wilderness Camp for Young Witches and Wizards. It was the longest he’d been away from home and the first time he had experienced what life could be like away from the shadows Rhiya and Armaan cast for the very first time. Too often, he got the sense that most people at RMI knew him as the youngest Bansal. But this year, he was going to come into his own. He was going to rebel against expectations and do things his own way.

Maybe he could drag a friend along with him to Pearl Street and get his tips highlighted.

Dhruv shook his head vigorously to get the confetti out of his hair as the house elves brought trays of food around. He grabbed a bowl of strawberry ice cream with sprinkles and began shoveling it into his mouth. Soon-to-be-teenagers didn’t care about brain freeze. The third-year exchanged his empty bowl for a plate of spaghetti, easily maneuvering around the crowded bonfire. As he took his first bite, he became aware of someone squeaking anxiously at his side. Turning, he found himself face to face with a first-year.

Perfect. This kid would have no idea who Armaan and Rhiya were, let alone that he was related to Sonia. Ignoring the kid’s questions, the Draco stuck out his hand and said, “Hi, I’m Dhruv. Who’re you?”

  • Starting off on some sort of foot - Clayton Reinhart, Sun Jul 2 11:02
    Clayton couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. The young boy had to take several deep breaths to calm his nerves as he stood outside in this massive hallway just outside the room he... more
    • Let's skip the feet and shake hands. - Dhruv Bansal, (3rd year), Mon Jul 3 23:36
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