Staring at the floor, Edgar entered the library, books clutched tightly to his side. Throughout his trip from the Khitrost Commons, he had been thinking about how he had managed to get himself into the house of Khitrost, out of all house's. He is no where near as ambitious as his father, nor is he as daring as his aunt, or so his father says. He doesn't see the Headmistress of Durmstrang very often as she is usually busy running the school or off to a meetings of some sort. He had definitely expected Mudrost with his curiosity and constant search of knowledge, but he suppose that it was best for him to be in Khitrost like his other relatives. Besides, if he doesn't continue their family traditions, who would?
With a small shrug, he looked around the library for a seat before settling in one that was closest to the side of the room and opened up his book, wanting to think of something else other than the family-house-business. He pulled out his glasses from his pocket and slide them on, grateful for the lack of people in the library who might notice his imperfect vision, before leaning forward to read Quidditch Through the Ages.
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