As Gryffindor stood there, quietly listening to what these others had to say, he felt disappointed for what they had come to do was now off the lines. He stood inspecting them. One had a sort of shiny black coat, and the other was a bay. Gryffindor stood with his head held high, and tensed ever muscle in his body. He was normally good with words and speaking, but for now, he stayed quiet.
There was a long awkward silence between them all. Gryffindor and Tribute glanced at each other and they both smirked. 'What now?' Gryffindor thought 'Maybe we should make a run for it and find a new place to have fun?' But no, he didn't want to make himself look weak and scared.
To break the scilence Gryffindor spoke in a loud and clear voice "We just decided to come and have a look at the place, I've never been here before, it's very open..." 'Open...' he thouht 'open!?! why did i say OPEN?!? Isn't there a better word then open?! Like nice or different??' He was now looking confused in front of them, as soon as he noticed what he was doing, he pulled it into a hard-to-read, stern face.
He now decided that he would keep his mouth shut, Tribute was very cunning, and he knew that Tribute could, if he liked, get anything out of those horses. He had all his faith in Tribute, and he knew that he could do it, no doubt about it.
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We will be young forever [Gryffindor,Open]
