Entering the common room, Zoë looked around. She noticed someone sitting by his self. Had Zoë seen him around be before. She wasn't really sure, she did stick to herself a lot. Walking toward an empty chair nearby, Zoë sat down. She tried her best not to stare at him, but there was something about him that she just didn't want to turn her head.
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You Think You Know Me. . .I'm Sorry I'm Too Busy Laughing
Judge Me. . .I Will Prove You Wrong
That One Very Lonely Hufflepuff
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