i’m Harry potter..?
shoes clamping against the hard floor echos through out the dinnint room. Turning his head curiously evaluating the situation, dazai peers at the students on the dinning tables already. Four tables, each with diffent colored ties, Green, yellow, blue, and red. That color would suit the Chibi, he strains his eyes-. Or eye, at the raggedly hat perched up on the chair. He stiffles a laugh, thinking about the whinny doggie who will be freaking about having to put that on his head. He can already guess Chuu will be drenching his hair in shampoo tonight.
The names beging to be getting drawn out. Going down in Alphabetical order.
Amelia smith
Ran out of fake names
Chuuya Nakahara.
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Chuuya POV!
Chuuya scowls then sports his way up onto stage, grimicing as the filtthy this is placed upon his hair. His eyes wander down to the onlucking crowd, most not bothering to pay attention, he can't blame them this shit is boring, however the other first year girls oggling at him doesn't go unnoticed.
"Hmmm..., Brave, but undeniably loyal...."
"Gyrinfindor or Hulfulpuf...?"
The grimmy thing says.
"Get over with it goddamit!!"
The ginger scorns out, getting pissed. He doesn't want this shitty thing on his head! He already spent YEARS with the sheep constantly filthy, and just as soon as his hair is getting soft and silky this shitty hat ruins it! It also feels odd wearing any other hat that isn't his. Well, this outburst seems to take the crowd by suppries, older years and some teachers (Pecifcly the greasy haired on...) glaring at him, and he can see the stupid Markrele in the crowd giggling!!
The hat sudenly yells out.
"HUFFLEPUFF!!"
The answer draws out a confused gasp from the crowd and murmers. Hufflepuffs are kind, loyal, hard-working. That can't be right?! Huffing, chuuya stands up and bregugingly walks over to the table, and sits down, glarring daggars at dazai.
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"HARRY POTTER.".
the crowds mummers come to a halt, attention is instantly drawn. Those who where dozzing off or simply bored attentions are instantly in focus. So...who is this 'Harry potter' Dazai wonderd, and why is no one stepping forward? Maybe they're nervous..?
Dazai groans, this guy sounds like a wimp. However his face remainds blank, empty, like his eyes (or). Just dull and never ending, like a black whole that sucks the life out of the people around them. It been what..? 2, minutes. No one has stept up, and dazai is just getting even more irratated. This is boring, however he can't deny a little amusing seeing the confused faces on everyone. Ha.
Dazai crancks his neck up, peering at the teachers. And..he takes notice of their whispers; and particularly the greasy haired man is staring right at him..? Uh- why me! Suddenly, the Old woman who was placing the hats on people's heads begins tapping down so to the line of first years. Her hair is grey, and she has a weird witch hat?? He honestly can't remember her name, Mcgogal? What- no.., huff.
The grey-haired woman taps his shoulder, grabbing his attention. "You're Harry potter. Correct?" She says confedently, like it's a matter of fact. "No..?" The brunnete makes a puzzeled expression. "No!?" She says, supriesed and queers her brows. Looking over at snape for confermation, and he nods back at her. Still glaring at the boy. Mcgonagal also looks puzzeled. Why did he say no? Is he playing tricks, she knows their is no mistakes in the system. Puzzeled, she queers a brow. And looks up at Dumdledoor. Who, like usual, is calm. Depsite the confusing situation.
"Look- lady, you've got the wrong guy-" dazai repsonds scarcasticly. "No i do not, young man. Stop playing games-, Harry potter." "Well i can asure you i am not harry potter." The women sighs, Looking downwards at the child.
(Mcgonagal is 5'5, dazai 4'8...LMAO.)
"Take your bandge off.""What!! No?" Dazai responds with a loud shout. Now, does he have any particular medical resoning for the bandge (round his eye)? No. He doesn't know himself why he wears it, only that without it he feels vulnerable, not too sure why exactly...
"just do it, because we need to see if you-"
the women suddenly gets cut off by an annoyed redhead..even shorter than the brunnete
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(i just wanna clarify here that they're 11. Avrege height =
Boys - 4'8
girls - 4'7.
Chuuya nakahara - 4'5..)
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The angry short ginger huffs, and steps infront of dazai. "This damm idiot won't take off his damm bandges no matter what, their is no point in trying. It's pointless- expesionly infront of others so quit it." "Awww~!! Chibi coming to defend his owner like the loyal doggie he is! So adorable!!""shut it!!!" The shorter shouts, but it comes off more like a squeal, his face blazzing a bright red. "Awwww~!! Is the chibi mad! You're so cute when you're all angry!!" "Shut it asshole! And i'm not cute goddammit!!"
"awww~!!" Dazai only teases more, a smirk on his face, his eyes shinning with an unfamiliar brightness with humanity in it, the black whole lettint light in.
They contiue to bicker, not ashamed the whole school is staring at them-, or the fact they're being heavily disrespectful.
Mcgonagal coughs, interupting them.
"Young man, we'll figure out this later...just- ... go over their and- sort your hat out. Alaj"
"okay!!" The brunnete responds, more than happily.
Dragging Chibi along with them.
"Hey-! Idiot let go of me!!"
"Noooo~!!" The taller whines
"i need my doggie with me at all times!!"
"I am NOT your dog!!" The shorter protests, but follows along bregrugingly regardless.
Eventually reaching the seat, the taller sits down, still holding chuuya's hand, god- what is this guy with holding his hand!!! He can already feel his face heating
up-! Dammed mackrele.
The hat doesn't even need to reach dazai's head, only hovering above him before the hat yells out, echoing throughout the hall.
"SLYTHERIN"
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the crowd looks horrified, two things. One Harry potter isn't even awear of his own name..? And two- he's a Slytherin... even worse..., they haven't had someone like this in a while, since... you know who-. Someone who the hat didn't even need to reach their head to find out they where a Slytherin. It would be great if it was Gyfindoor.., but- Slytherin..?it's common for Purebloods, however this guy doesn't come from a family of scritcly Slythrin, just- pure evil.
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Now they all have one thought in mind..,- is Harry Potter going to follow in Voldermorts footsteps? Did that night he was 'saved' actualy corupet him..? Is he an- reancarnation of-.., you know who..? Dazai smirks at this, one that doesn't quite meet his eyes, lifeless. Dull. He looks like a walking corpse. He abruptly stands up, dragging chuuya along with him, ignoring the YELP! the readhead made. Sitting down, and pulls chuuya down with him, who doesn't look pleased, yelling profanaties at him. Until he lands on his lap....