[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=Gold]Artemis “Arty” Harrington[/color][/b][/h3]
[img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/670658152244445184/Twin_Resize.jpg[/img][hr][hr]
[b][color=gold]Location:[/color][/b] Compartment 3
[b][color=gold]Magic:[/color][/b] Legilimency [/center][hr]

Arty laughed at Mary’s comment even if it hit closer to home than he cared to admit. He was better than his first two years. Past Arty couldn’t imagine becoming a prefect, much less having friends like this, but he knew he wasn’t exactly the best. He was no slouch by far but that was only in like two classes peppered in with mediocrity and less than mediocre. Significantly less than. He wasn’t naturally smart and he didn’t like studying, much less studying things he actively disliked, and he messed around more than not when his brother or Georgina didn’t bring him back to focus and magic didn’t just come to him like some sort of muse and he treated rules that [i]mildly[/i] inconvenience him periodically as guidelines rather than… well, rules. So frankly, he wondered the same thing sometimes. Who in their bloody minds thought Arty Harrington was a great choice for prefect? Compared to his seemingly supergenius twin and ace bestfriend, who he swore was the greatest seeker of the century, who even saw him?

But he didn’t say any of that. He got chosen and he’d prove he was worth it himself. Instead, he rolled his eyes with a groan at Apollo’s “problem solving”. [color=gold][i] “That wasn’t the poooooint, dunce! I’m distracting Georgina! Even I’m not mental enough to give this up over an earring! I’m just going to wear it in the dorm so the hole doesn’t close.”[/i][/color] Arty sent mentally to his twin. He’d been hoping for some teasing comment, some passing judgement he could escalate into a loud distraction. Arty slipped out of his brother’s head and huffed in disdain. [color=gold] “The Auror's will see, [i]and appreciate[/i], a wonderful wizard clearly doing his best to keep his friends seated and out of the way in these trying times. At least that’s what I’ll say and they’ll believe me!”[/color] Arty beamed at Mary confidently and then held out a hand to his brother, curling and uncurling his hand in a half hearted attempt at making grabby hands.[color=gold] “Now, gimme the goods, oh brother of mine. I know you’ve got something to snack on and I want.”[/color]

[color=gold] “Oh, code! It’s an oldie but a goodie!”[/color] Arty exclaimed, gesturing wildly as he spoke. [color=gold]“Where your piercing lets people know who you want to tumble with, if you catch my drift. Though I couldn’t get it in the right spot. Mum and Dad were barely keen on a piercing so I kept it easy. It’s barely used anymore though. Hanky’s are more popular these days. Way more specific too. Don’t know it all that well though. There isn’t really a list. People just kinda know it and they think about it. Loudly.”[/color]