Welcome to Gaia! ::

{ Edgar Hubert Raymond }



Edgar glanced around as he sat amongst the other Slytherins. He smirked as they patted his back and gripped his arm in happiness. Ed knew that he was amongst friends and those he knew. This was his house. His blood. The Slytherin parents basically knew each other from so many years of being in the same house. Not one person was out of place.

Not even Ella, who sat on the opposite side of the table from Ed. He had tried talking to her on the train, but kept being distracted by those who he knew were - as his father put it - lesser than he. Now was his chance, but his voice betrayed him as more people congratulated him in whispers. He tried to listen to the other students being called out, but couldn't focus long enough. He had to say something.

Edgar glanced up at Ella and whispered, "Congrats on making Slytherin... yet I would have died of shock had the hat placed you anywhere else," he smirked, his head tilting slightly.

{ Edgar Hubert Raymond }



Ed chuckled, "Well, you know me..." Edgar placed his hands on the table, the fingers laced together, "I always seem to attract attention," Edgar laughed. He wondered, suddenly, why he hadn't seen Ella on the train. Then he thought that she had been sitting with the other, lesser, students waiting to be sorted.

"Are you excited about being here? I heard that the flying teacher is a Slytherin," he spoke casually, stabbing his food gently with a fork. Truth was, Edgar was extremely excited about flying. He couldn't wait to be up in the air and the fact that their flying teacher was a Slytherin gave Ed goosebumps.

{ Edgar Hubert Raymond }



"Are you interested in Quidditch?" Edgar took a forkful of peas and put them in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, playing with his mashed potatoes as he did. He simply stabbed them and tilted his head to watch Ella's expressions. If Ella wanted to play Quidditch, then that was already two people for the Quidditch team.

{ Edgar Hubert Raymond }



Ed paused for a moment and stuffed a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. He swallowed and spoke, "I never knew you were into being Seeker. Learn something new every day..." Edgar chuckled, "Chaser. I would like to be chaser,"

He looked up from his food to Ella, looking into her eyes. He knew that most Slytherins could trace their roots back to Salazar Slytherin, but Ella had one of the most direct lines back to the famed wizard. Edgar knew that his family's lineage could be traced back, but it was so scattered that the Raymonds were not as famed for being related as the Gaunts were.

{ Edgar Hubert Raymond }



The boy shrugged, glancing down at his plate, "It was... decent," he grimaced, "My dad was acting very... strange and didn't allow me out of the house. I was almost unable to go out and get my school supplies,"

In reality, it was because his father was worried that Edgar would be seen flying on a broomstick by muggles. His father dragged him into the house the last time he got caught and he had quite the punishment. It was almost a year ago and his father still didn't allow him outside very easily.

{ Edgar Hubert Raymond }



"Very much so," Edgar's eyes lit up with excitement, "Aren't... you? Or are the Gaunts growing bored of this school already? Ed searched Ella's eyes quietly, putting another forkful of peas into his mouth.

He only now noticed how well cooked his food was. It was so perfectly cooked that everything seemed to melt in his mouth. It made his mouth tingle and his hand quiver slightly. He couldn't believe how much better the cooking was here than at home with their ancient house elf.