Looking over the edge, Gryffindor seemed very insignificant, to the world, yes he may be taller than many horses and much stronger, but from this point of view, he seemed alot less powerful. He saw Tribute and smiled, now they would wait, wait for a sign, or a sound.
For a while they occupied them selves by playing some games they made up when they were kids. This brought memories flooding back to Gryffindor, he smiled in delight. As it started to get dark, things got a little more alive. For this was Gryffindors favourite time, the night. They both reared and whinnied in delight as the sun came down, throwing their to-die-for, glossy manes back and forth. Both of them had always been very handsome, and they both knew. They looked completely different, Tribute whiter than fresh snow and Gryffindor darker that the dark night, but together they were a bond that could never be broken.
"This... is gonna be fun" He said, with a big smile across his face.
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We will be young forever [Gryffindor,Open]
