Dragini lets out a small chuckle, looking to see Hogwarts, standing
tall and proud.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
"It's just like father told me..." Dragini murmured.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
When Dragini had walked out, she was surrounded by girls and boys.
"Is it really THE Dragini Malfoy?!" The fan boys and girls cheered.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
*Suvansh comes to the rescue (LOL)*
"Hey everyone get onto the carts- Stop crowding here"
He says to Rohit: "Bro you and Dragini will go by the boat with
Hagrid. I have to take one of these carts."
Rohit to Dragini: "Dragini, lets go to the boat near the great
lake..."
Amane walked towards Hogwarts, he was surprised he was able to
enter it in the first place since he barely knew anything about
magic but here he is, in this famous magic school, he noticed the
crowd of people surround Dragini but ignores them
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
"Father told me how easy it was to get lost." She said.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
Dragini looked along as they went into the great hall, where
hundreds of people recognized her.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
*Samton and Milan walked out. They looked at each other. Samton
motioned to the carriages. They then strolled there. As Milan got
in, he saw Samton 'pretending' to stroke the air in front of the
carriage. He then got in as well, and off they went into the
castle.*
I might sould like a bot, but I'm alive P.H. Times
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
Azami had started Leading the younger Slytherins to their carts to
get them to school, he then went into one as well , his friends
were already waiting so He was just casually chatting
*As Samton walked in, two boys in the Ravenclaw table, both about
his age, moved to make some gap between them. Samton sat down,
extremely seriously, then let out one big huff. Suddenly, he
smirked.* "Harry's scar I missed you guys. Whats up?" *This was it.
He was Home..*
*Milan strolled in with his friends. Picking the lovely end of the
lovely Hufflepuff table, they sat down. This was it. He was Home.*
I might sould like a bot, but I'm alive P.H. Times
Dragini was trying not to lose her sanity as she sat down.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
*Professor McGonagall came in, this time not carrying the sorting
hat, but rather followed by Prof Flitwick, who was carrying it. He
set it down on the table, as memories flooded Samton. It was two
years ago, this very day, he got sorted into Ravenclaw, and his
whole life changed. He looked over to Milan, who he knew had the
same impression about it as him. He wished a mental 'good luck' to
all the first years.* may they find their sorting as helping as
I found mine.
I might sould like a bot, but I'm alive P.H. Times