Who Doesn't Love Surprises Pv Completed

[font=PT Sans] His first reaction to seeing a school owl swoop through the window on the way to the dorms was “ What the hell ?”. Because who would need to send him owls from school when he’s right here to be talked to. Not that he considered himself popular but with that in mind, it was odd that someone actually wanted to talk to him. At first, he thought maybe it was a hate mail! That would’ve cheered up his day nicely. He loved getting those from his old classmates. Always had something to laugh about. He unwrapped the letter meant for him and opened it eagerly, his face grinning brightly as he hoped to see some overused insults in red marker cursing his girly name and clean hair. What he saw was instead another language greeting him boldly that he had to squint his eyes for a second to read.

While reading, anyone could’ve tell he was in a nice mood. Unlike the harshly written, grammatically incorrect letters he was used to, it was charming and had its own flair with its medieval words. He found himself chuckling here and there until he read the word parseltongue. With that, his face darkened immediately. He scanned the empty hallways for a pair of spying eyes and felt paranoia messing up his brain. Fear sunk in at the thought of being found out. Control hide control hide control hide, thats how he had always been when it came to his dark heritage. How was he found out so easily? Hastily, he read more of the letter, coming to know the sender was a parseltongue as well. Another one other than him and Wyatt? It didn’t explain how he was found out earlier than Wyatt , though? Unlike that dummy, he had known about his parseltongue for years and was fully aware of what he was capable of as well as the things he was obliged to hide well. That little fact was making him a tad upset.

Would he trust the words of a stranger parselmouth that promised to keep their secret hidden? If so, why use such a dangerous method of communication? Anyone could be standing too close to him and expose both of their secrets. Sloppy. That was his first impression of the sender, sloppy. While they seem to have good intentions, Hanako felt a pang of worry for this parselmouth. They probably lacked a cunning nature and had probably accidentally exposed themself multiple times. What made them so confident Hanako was a parselmouth? What a pitiful idiot.

It was then that he read the small last words written on the parchment, that a tall dust ball was ready to roll across him to signify his ‘ huh ‘ moment.

Adlai Rod.


Adlai Rod.


Adlai Rod. [/font]

It a moment of silence for the boy. As the revealed fact that the Hufflepuff girl he had been misguiding with his secret second identity as Papa MacarooOni the paper bag wearing weirdo was a parselmouth as well. A parselmouth that somehow had figured out the identity he attempted to hide from her. A parselmouth that invited him over to a parselmouth get together? ‘ WWHHAAAATTTT!?!? ‘ Hana basically screamed with his reaction. Adlai? A parselmouth? That’s as believable as Hana’s love for cats. His brain raced with different dilemmas and thoughts right at that moment, as if all the previous joy he had was sucked out of his like a vacuum. It was clear as day that he needed a nap. He had many choices to face as well as the acceptance that Adlai was a parselmouth. Still could not believe it. Parseltongue and that girl did not mix, he was sure. Feeling himself in more of a daze than ever, he clutched the letter close to his chest and walked back to his dorm absentmindedly, his mind in the clouds that he almost tripped multiple times on his way back. Little did he know, even the preciously desired nap he would take would not save him from his frantically indecisive mental state.

After failing to sleep till 1 am in the morning, realizing he could not keep his real identity a secret forever, he grabbed a small piece of paper and wrote down one word his sleep-deprived state could manage during the dead hours of the night. [/font]

[font=PT Sans]The next morning, he would rush to the owlery to make the bird do the communicating for him. No way was he ready to face her without practice. [/font]

@Wyatt Starkey
@Adlai Rod

@Hanako Tone

Waking up to find a letter on her night stand the next day had Adlai absolutely ecstatic! Throwing back her blankets she sat up right away and tore open the envelope not even taking the time to do her morning prayers just yet. Unfolding the paper that had been so neatly tucked away, as if it was trying to hide, Adlai disappointedly looked down at the paper.
Sure.
That is all there was.
Hopefully this Tone's personality wasn't as dry as his writing. Folding the paper back up again she put it back into the envelope and put it into her bedside drawer where several letters from family and classmates also resided.

Once she had done her prayers and gotten dressed for the day she began to make a small list of foods and snacks she may want to bring down to the chamber. Which she'd wait to get to the last minute so that they wouldn't be soggy from the chambers damp atmosphere.
Nonetheless, during her breaks throughout the day Adlai prepped the chamber for the gathering, hoping no one else would go there just yet to see what she had done to a small yet decently sized corner of the place.

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