Johann woke up the next morning, tired since he stayed up longer than he had in awhile. He slipped on his cowboy hat and slipped into the close he wore the night before. He figured he could take a shower before his classes so he headed down the stairs to the Slytherin Common Room.
The boy that he had fought was sitting on a rocking chair and two others were sitting close to him, he figured that they were his goons. He silently took a seat on the couch and stared blankly into the fire.
"Hey you. What's your name?" the leader asked.
"Johann Sebastian Bach," he offered willingly, as he continued his blank stare as he watched the fire burn on and on.
"Well my name's Ken. You can call me Kenny though," he said, as if his name was the most important in the world. "And tto the left of me is Jeremy and to the right of me is Tim."
Johann just shook his head and then the one named Jeremy spoke up, alittle timid, "You socked him good, you know that? I haven't seen anyone that brave in my whole entire attendance here!"
Kenny shot him a dangerous glare, Jeremy thought of backing off but Johann then interupted. "Well get used to it, I'm as stubborn as a rusty nail that no matter what you do to it, you can't get it out of the board."
Then Johann turned to see how truly weak Jeremy was. To his own dismay, Jeremy was a strong 6th year student, was hansome as any back in the states, as far as Johann could see. The only difference from Jeremy to Tim seemed to be that Jeremy was more timid of Kenny, and he had black hair and brown eyes. Tim on the other hand, showed no fear of Ken and had brown hair and green eyes.
Kenny on the other hand, ironically, was as skinny as a rail and looked in desperate need of some muscling. Although he did seem to have been in his share of fights and did seem like he could take down alot of people.
Johann, who had been a cowboy from birth, gained his muscles on his parents ranch in Texas. So he was well muscled for his age, although it only showed when he flexed them, if he was relaxing he looked like an average 11 year old.
"Where are you from?" Ken asked, well more of demanded.
"Texas," Johann replied.
"And the German name?" Tim cut in.
"My mum is from Germany. They met in Pheonix, Arizona. My father has been a rancher all his life the same with his father and his grandfather and so on and so forth. My family on my father's side hasn't ever moved from Texas since they settled there," Johann explained. "My mum named me."
"Well I'm from London. Jeremy here is from France, and Tim is from Germany." Kenny said in a matter of fact tone.
"Well, I'm goin' down to get me somethin' to eat," Johann said getting to his feet and staring off toward the portrait.
The same group of girls from last night walked passed him as they came down from the girls' dorm. Again he tipped his hat and winked at them, drawing a few giggles from them. Johann looked back long enough to see Ken mutter something to the affect of "remind me to teach that kid a lessen about messin' with our girls."