January 3rd, 1891 — Ravenclaw Dorms
Elon was glad to be back. Home was boring. His father was busy with his research, his mother with her social events and Judith with climbing up the ranks at the Ministry. At some point he went to the country estate they spent all of their Christmas dinners at and stayed there on his own (and the staff, that is). At least he could see his friends, that had made the days pass faster.
In a week's time, he'd be complaining about how boring some class or another was but until then, he was happy to be back.
"Chatham!" Elon greeted. The fellow fifth year was the first housemate he'd come across when he entered the dorms. "How were the holidays?"
In a week's time, he'd be complaining about how boring some class or another was but until then, he was happy to be back.
"Chatham!" Elon greeted. The fellow fifth year was the first housemate he'd come across when he entered the dorms. "How were the holidays?"
Addison Chatham
