Erik had been rather scarce the day before, ever since he had a
mishap with one of the NEWT student’s potions. Apparently it would take about a week to wear off, and he’d have facial hair and other irritating problems until school was out. Now it was his birthday—he was suppose to be 13, but he definitely didn’t feel it.
He was standing at around
six feet tall and hitting plenty of things or running into things he was usually short enough to avoid. But not this week!
Luckily, the Great Hall doorway was large enough for a giant to walk through, so Erik jut scratched his head and walked on by without much a thought—then he heard his name.
Midwalk, the boy spun around and looked to see who had spoken his name. Then his eyes landed on his Hufflepuff twin. Erik’s much older face twisted into a half-cringe before he turned back around and started to continue walking away from the Great Hall.
But nobody could miss how much the Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff looked alike how the scraggily eyebrows, the paunchy nose, and the tense lips all looked like they
should belong to Erik.