[open] Get Sorted into your Harry Trotter house [Chaos Week]

[Obscene]

He rides in the emo ambulance with his daughter from the future and Steve lumbering behind. Steve waves his trunk haphazardly before him, silver platter jangling with cups that arc wine and break around him like a magnificent ballerina. He finally falls flat on his face and Obscene flips him off for absolutely no reason. "I WIN AGAIN STEVEEEEEE."

The white beast spins on all four wheels as it revs up to the Dias. He jumps out, smoothing the tips of his fae ears and brushing the lint off his dark split v t shirt. He saunters up to the dias and stands across it, arms folded. "Only the best school for me. My dad is like, well known, here and we come from old money." He sniffs, a smug smirk on his lips as he looks back at Mobscene. "Public school for that one though"

Tossing his dark black fringe to sweep over an eye, he pulls his beanie down even tighter. "So like, yeah Sort me or don't. I don't care. Whatever."