Death had told him he might want to go by the Sorting Room before leaving on some mysterious errand. Castiel figured out why a few moments before he actually got there, a familiar (and very powerful) aura pinging off his own, and he stopped dead in his tracks in the hall outside. Not that this would prevent the new arrival from knowing he was there, but it gave him a moment to gather his thoughts before he entered.
Unless he missed his guess, life at Hogwarts was about to become a good bit more interesting.
He sighed and entered the Sorting Room, hands in pockets, regarding the deceptively unimposing vessel of his much-older brother with resignation.
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Date: 2011-04-02 07:46 pm (UTC)Unless he missed his guess, life at Hogwarts was about to become a good bit more interesting.
He sighed and entered the Sorting Room, hands in pockets, regarding the deceptively unimposing vessel of his much-older brother with resignation.
"Hello, Gabriel."