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Open RP: He is Beowulf.
Having long since been sorted into Gryffindor, Beowulf still had not found his dorm.
He had also tried to find Sparklypoo, where more than one person had told him he should go. He had no luck that way either.
It didn't help that he refused to listen to any house-elves who tried to help him. He wasn't sure whether or not they might be monsters. On the one hand, they definitely weren't human. On the other hand, they weren't sexy, which monsters tended inexplicably to be. So he waved them away, and finally started growling at them when they tried to approach.
Then he'd experienced a bit of a setback when a bunch of possibly-monsters (the unsexy variety) catapulted him into the Hogwarts lake, where he met up with a definitely-monster (aka The Giant Squid), and the subsequent wrangling and wrestling of tentacles had occupied some time.
So here was Beowulf, having found his way back to the Sorting Room again and again to torment unsuspecting applicants with his weird habit of declarative statements, and never once having found his own blessed room, assuming he'd been assigned one. Here was Beowulf, stomping down the corridor, kinda sorta in Hogwarts uniform: inadequately sized robe hanging open in front, Gryffindor tie knotted around his head Rambo-style.
He knew he was Beowulf. No one could take that away from him!
He had also tried to find Sparklypoo, where more than one person had told him he should go. He had no luck that way either.
It didn't help that he refused to listen to any house-elves who tried to help him. He wasn't sure whether or not they might be monsters. On the one hand, they definitely weren't human. On the other hand, they weren't sexy, which monsters tended inexplicably to be. So he waved them away, and finally started growling at them when they tried to approach.
Then he'd experienced a bit of a setback when a bunch of possibly-monsters (the unsexy variety) catapulted him into the Hogwarts lake, where he met up with a definitely-monster (aka The Giant Squid), and the subsequent wrangling and wrestling of tentacles had occupied some time.
So here was Beowulf, having found his way back to the Sorting Room again and again to torment unsuspecting applicants with his weird habit of declarative statements, and never once having found his own blessed room, assuming he'd been assigned one. Here was Beowulf, stomping down the corridor, kinda sorta in Hogwarts uniform: inadequately sized robe hanging open in front, Gryffindor tie knotted around his head Rambo-style.
He knew he was Beowulf. No one could take that away from him!