Bishop quickly introduced himself before falling in line. 
Hufflepuff? Oh well, this what he got for caring about the dead. He couldn't be angry, he was a misfit at heart and cared too much. His feeling got in the way of his intellect, and he definitely was too polite to be a snake. Bishop was brave, but he didn't know what to stand for. He supposed that the hat was right, and hey, beggars can't be choosy, it was a miracle he was still here. With that final thought, he shuffled over to what he guessed were the Hufflepuffs. [i]Great, stuck in the same house as Bubbles. Maybe I'm too quick to judge? [/i] Bishop moved towards the only person he knew, Brynn. He sighed and stuck his hand out towards the girl. 
"I apologize, that introduction was rushed. I'm known as Bishop King, and before you ask, yes like the chess piece," he patiently waited for the girl to shake his hand as Veil shuffled in his pocket. "I'm looking forward to working with you in the future, Brynn." Bishop nearly cringed at his own words but kept his hand out none the less. Maybe she wouldn't be as bad as he first thought. 

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