Derek Ahara was small, skinny and had a thin bony face that was nearly as haunting as it was handsome. His black hair was very short and seemed almost painted onto his head. He shivered some as he was more comfortable in the tropical heat where he had grown up near the south of spain.
But now he was stuck here in this cold dark castle, so dimly lit that he tripped three times on his way up to his room. He settled in, made a few friends one of the best of which was an older student by the name of Drako Malfoy. He had just finished unpacking all of his things when there was a knock at the door.
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