An Old Friend Closed

Habib was having quite a bit of fun. He had set up a stand with a set of magic cards, and balls in cups. To the side was an enchanted puppet show that had a group of fire ties enraptured and on the side was a growing pile of food and candy as payment. Habib stood up and shouted “Come one come all to see the Showman of Slytherin, dazzle your senses.” He got plenty of looks some interest some confusion. Quite a bit of disdain. Habib merely grinned. As he sat down in his chair he dug into one of the cauldron cakes savouring the flavour while thinking on things. Next year he’d have to get a tad more serious about class since now he would grin his latter half of schooling. He thought of what he wanted to do. There was magizoologist but that would make him think of his mother. He could just accept his lordship and take his wizengamot seat. But that would he so boring. Being a professional duellist would be cool he thought. He could imagine it already standing on the world stage a roaring crowd watching him. His opponent on the ground despair in his eyes being publicly crushed. He was ripped from his revelry by foot steps approaching