♚Malcolm Dundas♚♚Fist Year,Slytherin Pride♚

Malcolm sighed heavily as he glumly paced to the Table 8, looking morose. He really wished he could be with Mariella. He, somehow, grew a liking on her and thought it would be a great opportunity to take over his fears. He wished he had taken his magical camera with him, since he promised his sister Adèle to take pictures of the castle. But he thought it didn't matter, she's an incredibly well-talented drawer. Of course, Malcolm had something else in mind for his future career, probably an Auror, just like his father.