Hogwarts Hats Novels & Stories

My horse doesn’t exactly follow suggestions but she does end up following Corvu’s black stallion out of the stable. As the trot turns into a gallop we find our way to the Eastern gate, which although surrounded by guards it doesn’t appear they were keeping anyone in, just stopping those who wanted to enter. Through the bustle we weren’t given any attention, though I did notice Corvu put his hood up to stop any interest in him. I wonder what makes it obvious he was a cursed Daemonaria? His ears were certainly longer and pointier than Gecko’s, and I suppose the sharpness of his fangs were a sight to behold, but they didn’t seem so obvious to me. What did others see that I didn’t?

“Da mihi quod cupio.” Asking for the void of space of his gate and very existence. The pocket of his dimension serves as his storage room, where endless space is infinity. Inserting his hand inside the palm of his hand and taking a black pipe hat out. He wears it comfortably unto his head as he now perfectly resembles the insane, yet hellish truth behind it. “Mad Hatter.”