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As you crest the staircase coming up from the sixth floor, you'll notice a statue to your right. Lachlan the Lanky is a great landmark for a meeting place.
It had been a week since school had begun, and yet Byron was STILL getting hopelessly lost in the ridiculous castle. He wanted to kick the stupid looking statue at the top of the stairs, knowing that this was definitely NOT the way to the grounds. How the heck had a staircase leading DOWN led him to a passage that completely distorted his sense of direction, and then finally got him to the bloody SEVENTH floor?!
RAWWRRR!!!
He grunted in pain upon kicking the stone wall. Not for the first time this week, the fourteen-year-old wanted SO badly to give in to his frustration and instead of physically knocking the statue over, then hexing some first years, and pulling mandrakes out of their pots without earmuffs like he wanted to... he slumped on a nearby window sill.
The walls were thick enough here to ensure that he could sit with his legs crossed and lean all the way in, so unless you were looking straight at the window, you wouldn't be able to see the sulking teenager.
Why the hell had his parents moved him back here? He was MORE than happy at school in Egypt where his uncle worked on several digging sites. But noooooo, just because Uncle Early closed off his project there and was going to go to some Unplottable Island, they'd insisted he be transferred back to England and live with them.
And now he'd been sorted into Slytherin. It was bad enough Aunt Katya had been a Hufflepuff, but now he was the only other one in the family to not be a Gryffindor. As if he needed a reminder that he didn't really fit in.
It had been a week since school had begun, and yet Byron was STILL getting hopelessly lost in the ridiculous castle. He wanted to kick the stupid looking statue at the top of the stairs, knowing that this was definitely NOT the way to the grounds. How the heck had a staircase leading DOWN led him to a passage that completely distorted his sense of direction, and then finally got him to the bloody SEVENTH floor?!
RAWWRRR!!!
He grunted in pain upon kicking the stone wall. Not for the first time this week, the fourteen-year-old wanted SO badly to give in to his frustration and instead of physically knocking the statue over, then hexing some first years, and pulling mandrakes out of their pots without earmuffs like he wanted to... he slumped on a nearby window sill.
The walls were thick enough here to ensure that he could sit with his legs crossed and lean all the way in, so unless you were looking straight at the window, you wouldn't be able to see the sulking teenager.
Why the hell had his parents moved him back here? He was MORE than happy at school in Egypt where his uncle worked on several digging sites. But noooooo, just because Uncle Early closed off his project there and was going to go to some Unplottable Island, they'd insisted he be transferred back to England and live with them.
And now he'd been sorted into Slytherin. It was bad enough Aunt Katya had been a Hufflepuff, but now he was the only other one in the family to not be a Gryffindor. As if he needed a reminder that he didn't really fit in.
Aspen Odessa was still having problems with getting lost in the endlessly changing corridors, the trick steps, and general hustle and bustle of Hogwarts. She had her book satchel around her shoulders and she was creeping down the corridor quietly in search of her Common Room.
It was embarrassing to be a week in and STILL not able to find her Common Room every time. But she HAD taken notes on turns and statues to help her find her way....and was just about to get them out to check when some random Slytherin (who was REALLY lost apparently) began abusing a statue. She watched, intrigued, until he disappeared.
Maybe it was a secret passage??
Quieter still, she crept to look around the sill .... and startled to find the BOY. THERE. Just sitting. "Oh!"
...
"Uhh... hello. Sorry. I think." Smooth Odessa.
Now that he'd cooled off a bit, Byron LeBlaireau had the grace to be embarrassed at being caught sulking by a younger girl, "Um..." he tried to sit straighter, "It's okay... Hi?"
Right. Awkward, much, LeBlaireau? He would have kicked himself five minutes into the past and acted out the scene in a completely different way if he could.
"Lost?"
Even though he sincerely doubted that, it would be nice if she would say yes and make him feel a bit better about it. Though she was probably lucky enough to have been in the same school since her first year, and not have parents who pulled her away from her home and friends at their own whim.
Now that he'd cooled off a bit, Byron LeBlaireau had the grace to be embarrassed at being caught sulking by a younger girl, "Um..." he tried to sit straighter, "It's okay... Hi?"
Right. Awkward, much, LeBlaireau? He would have kicked himself five minutes into the past and acted out the scene in a completely different way if he could.
"Lost?"
Even though he sincerely doubted that, it would be nice if she would say yes and make him feel a bit better about it. Though she was probably lucky enough to have been in the same school since her first year, and not have parents who pulled her away from her home and friends at their own whim.
"Hi."
Yes. Greetings... check. Aspen dropped her curtain of hair to hide behind. She really hadn't meant to be a creeper and stalk the Slytherin.
"Oh yeah. Yeah. I'm not sure I've actually known where I was since I got here. I made some notes, but..." But she still got lost daily. "Corey told me that on Thursdays some of the corridors change entirely. Or disappear. Something like that."
It was frustrating, but Aspen looked at it more like stressful adventures. She hadn't been driven to kicking statues. Yet. Gently, she whispered, "I think this is the seventh floor."
Byron smiled at her bumbling and whispering, feeling infinitely better now that he knew his partner in ignorance was a Ravenclaw, "Yes, I gathered as much..." he leaned on the side of the window sill and nodded towards the view outside, "I was trying to get there."
He turned back to the girl, "Who's Corey, and why did he not have any advice on how to navigate the castle besides simply stating the obvious?"
Like, leaving a trail of Bertie Botts beans or something.
Byron smiled at her bumbling and whispering, feeling infinitely better now that he knew his partner in ignorance was a Ravenclaw, "Yes, I gathered as much..." he leaned on the side of the window sill and nodded towards the view outside, "I was trying to get there."
He turned back to the girl, "Who's Corey, and why did he not have any advice on how to navigate the castle besides simply stating the obvious?"
Like, leaving a trail of Bertie Botts beans or something.
"Was that before or after you kicked Lachlan?" Aspen asked, again gently in case he was the easy-to-anger type. She backed away from Equally Lost Boy and leaned up against the once-kicked statue.
"He's a Slytherin like you, but a third year like me. And he probably didn't really know, not that I know, but you know...?" Babbling. It was happening again. Aspen NEVER babbled. Maybe she'd been hexed?? "He's nice enough, I'm sure you'll run into him in your Common Room."
Aspen reached up and put a hand over her mouth to keep from talking anymore.
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Josephina never wandered up this far. The only time she had during her few years as Professor was when she'd gone to visit Renee. Now that Renee had resigned from her post, she had little reason to visit the towers, except when feeling nostalgic.
As she was right now.
Leaning against the wall of the corridor, she watched some mindless interactions between students. She knew Ravenclaws and Gryffindors to be frequent travelers of this corridor, but otherwise, unless going to attend Astronomy or visiting the owlery, students didn't visit. Did they? She'd just have to find out ....
Casually drawing her wand, she swished it and a document affixed itself to the wall, just above the Lachlan statue:
Precocious Decree #47
If you pass this spot, please kiss the statue.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Quickly returning her wand to its holster, she inconspicuously made her way down the corridor toward the Owlery, where she could observe the students who passed by that new sign.
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Nice to meet you, where you been? ______________I could show you incredible things
"No..." Byron mused, grinning openly at the girl now, the first time he'd even want to smile since he left Isis last July, "I don't know at all, and I'm guessing nobody but the ghosts really do."
Stupid old castle. Which was actually not that bad, which made it even worse because he wanted to dislike it.
"So what's your name, Ravenclaw?"
He might as well be polite, considering there was no way he'd make it to the grounds before the sun set.
Also, he'd decided to ignore the kiss Lachlan sign AND the professor, considering she hadn't even given them the time of day.
"No..." Byron mused, grinning openly at the girl now, the first time he'd even want to smile since he left Isis last July, "I don't know at all, and I'm guessing nobody but the ghosts really do."
Stupid old castle. Which was actually not that bad, which made it even worse because he wanted to dislike it.
"So what's your name, Ravenclaw?"
He might as well be polite, considering there was no way he'd make it to the grounds before the sun set.
Aspen returned the smile, glad not to be Weirdo. It apparently wasn't ALL Slytherins that thought her weird. "Have you met the ghosts then? I read that the Slytherin ghost is frightful, but I haven't met him for myself to see. Maybe he's just grumpy." Aspen almost always gave the benefit of the doubt.
Oddly enough, a Professor passed by, seemingly busy and in a hurry since she didn't stop to ask what Aspen and the Lost Boy were doing. Aspen watched her curiously hang a sign on the statue before casting a what the heck glance back at Lost Boy.
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
Precocious Decree #47
If you pass this spot, please kiss the statue.
Thank you for your cooperation.
"....it's Aspen. Aspen Odessa." Pause pause pause. "Does that sign really say what I think it does?" Really?
Byron raised an eyebrow at her rapid-fire questioning, and decided to address her latest one, "Well, Aspen Odessa," he turned his head to look at the sign again, "I think she wanted us to kiss the statue, which..." he laughed, "explains nothing, and is disgusting, so no thank you. You're welcome to it, if you like."
He dismissed the professor as a nutter, like the rest of them, and returned his attention to the girl, "I'm Byron LeBlaireau."
You might have heard of my family, was what remained unsaid.
Byron raised an eyebrow at her rapid-fire questioning, and decided to address her latest one, "Well, Aspen Odessa," he turned his head to look at the sign again, "I think she wanted us to kiss the statue, which..." he laughed, "explains nothing, and is disgusting, so no thank you. You're welcome to it, if you like."
He dismissed the professor as a nutter, like the rest of them, and returned his attention to the girl, "I'm Byron LeBlaireau."
You might have heard of my family, was what remained unsaid.
"It's not that I would particularly like to, but it says decree. Number 47. Wonder what the other 46 were?" Aspen moved in front of the statue, studying it more intently. She felt like she HAD to kiss it - a professor had pretty much SAID to. And wouldn't it be less dirty if she was the first?
But ew. She didn't want to at ALL. If there was a reason or point posted along with the directions...
"It's nice to meet you Byron LeBlaireau," and really, it was. Of all the new people at Hogwarts, he seemed the most agreeable. And his name DID sound familiar. She'd owl her Pops and ask about it. "I'd think they'd want to discourage kissing," she mused aloud, still scrutinizing the statue.
"It's not that I would particularly like to, but it says decree. Number 47. Wonder what the other 46 were?" Aspen moved in front of the statue, studying it more intently. She felt like she HAD to kiss it - a professor had pretty much SAID to. And wouldn't it be less dirty if she was the first?
But ew. She didn't want to at ALL. If there was a reason or point posted along with the directions...
"It's nice to meet you Byron LeBlaireau," and really, it was. Of all the new people at Hogwarts, he seemed the most agreeable. And his name DID sound familiar. She'd owl her Pops and ask about it. "I'd think they'd want to discourage kissing," she mused aloud, still scrutinizing the statue.
The boy let out a laugh at the confused expression she wore as she stared at the statue, "So? It's decreed that we don't use magic out of school either, but," here he looked about to ensure that nobody was around before he leaned in close to whisper, "I do it all the time."
Yeah, he was a rogue one, that was for sure. Maybe that was why he was the only LeBlaireau in over four centuries to be sorted into Slytherin. Though, of course, his mother was a Black... which might explain some things about himself.
"I suppose they want us to kiss the statues, form the impression that kissing is boring..." he shot her a glance that was supposed to mean that no, kissing with Byron would NOT be boring, "and then not do it at all."
"Rather silly, if you ask me," which she hadn't, but then again, Byron had grown up with adults all listening to him and telling him he was special, so he believed that she actually did care what he thought, "because what are teenagers if not curious? I'd simply do a comparison study."
The boy let out a laugh at the confused expression she wore as she stared at the statue, "So? It's decreed that we don't use magic out of school either, but," here he looked about to ensure that nobody was around before he leaned in close to whisper, "I do it all the time."
Yeah, he was a rogue one, that was for sure. Maybe that was why he was the only LeBlaireau in over four centuries to be sorted into Slytherin. Though, of course, his mother was a Black... which might explain some things about himself.
"I suppose they want us to kiss the statues, form the impression that kissing is boring..." he shot her a glance that was supposed to mean that no, kissing with Byron would NOT be boring, "and then not do it at all."
"Rather silly, if you ask me," which she hadn't, but then again, Byron had grown up with adults all listening to him and telling him he was special, so he believed that she actually did care what he thought, "because what are teenagers if not curious? I'd simply do a comparison study."
"I used to do it, too," Aspen gave the boy a funny look. "Homeschooled students have to have some leeway with the trace..." But maybe this boy WAS a rogue. Byron the Rogue. She punctuated the thought with a smile.
Aspen reached out and touched the statue with her fingertips, then pulled them back for inspection. Not really too dusty. She caught his look over her fingertips, but honestly had NO idea what the look meant. "It seems like a very round-about way to go about it. Why not just say no kissing? Hogwarts is kind of strange." Not in a bad way either. Everyday there was something new and more peculiar than the last thing. "I don't suppose it would hurt though. It's just a statue and they want us to kiss it. What's the worst that could happen?" She turned her expression back to the Decree and gave it a VERY critical look.
Curious... yes, she supposed that was true. But she'd always been curious, not just since her birthday. "A comparison study?" Interest piqued.
"I used to do it, too," Aspen gave the boy a funny look. "Homeschooled students have to have some leeway with the trace..." But maybe this boy WAS a rogue. Byron the Rogue. She punctuated the thought with a smile.
Aspen reached out and touched the statue with her fingertips, then pulled them back for inspection. Not really too dusty. She caught his look over her fingertips, but honestly had NO idea what the look meant. "It seems like a very round-about way to go about it. Why not just say no kissing? Hogwarts is kind of strange." Not in a bad way either. Everyday there was something new and more peculiar than the last thing. "I don't suppose it would hurt though. It's just a statue and they want us to kiss it. What's the worst that could happen?" She turned her expression back to the Decree and gave it a VERY critical look.
Curious... yes, she supposed that was true. But she'd always been curious, not just since her birthday. "A comparison study?" Interest piqued.
"Homeschooled?" Now that was an interesting notion. He'd heard of such a thing, of course, and children in the Wizarding community generally did learn their basic reading, writing, numbers and magical history at home... Yet, they typically went on to a formal system upon reaching the appropriate age. He'd also heard that kids who DID continue with homeschooling were all weird, had bad skin and were likely to have tentacles instead of feet.
His bright blue eyes dropped to where her feet were covered by her uniform robes and wondered for a full 3 seconds.
"Well..." he decided that asking her to show him her tentacles was definitely one of those things father classified as an Unpardonable Offense to the Sensibilities of Polite Society, "It's rather like Bertie Botts' Beans, wouldn't you think?"
Right, now he was on a roll, and she probably never had many people her age to talk to when she was at home, which was why she made such a good listener, "You wouldn't form an opinion on the entire lot based on one toe flavoured bean, you'd keep eating them cos you're hoping to get The Best Flavour Ever."
Yes, he was quite sure that was what kissing was like. Not that he knew first hand... The closest he'd ever gotten to a kiss was with an Egyptian witch in his class last term called Khamilah, and she'd hexed him the moment he'd closed his eyes and bent his head.
"Homeschooled?" Now that was an interesting notion. He'd heard of such a thing, of course, and children in the Wizarding community generally did learn their basic reading, writing, numbers and magical history at home... Yet, they typically went on to a formal system upon reaching the appropriate age. He'd also heard that kids who DID continue with homeschooling were all weird, had bad skin and were likely to have tentacles instead of feet.
His bright blue eyes dropped to where her feet were covered by her uniform robes and wondered for a full 3 seconds.
"Well..." he decided that asking her to show him her tentacles was definitely one of those things father classified as an Unpardonable Offense to the Sensibilities of Polite Society, "It's rather like Bertie Botts' Beans, wouldn't you think?"
Right, now he was on a roll, and she probably never had many people her age to talk to when she was at home, which was why she made such a good listener, "You wouldn't form an opinion on the entire lot based on one toe flavoured bean, you'd keep eating them cos you're hoping to get The Best Flavour Ever."
Yes, he was quite sure that was what kissing was like. Not that he knew first hand... The closest he'd ever gotten to a kiss was with an Egyptian witch in his class last term called Khamilah, and she'd hexed him the moment he'd closed his eyes and bent his head.
Aspen turned her attention down to her feet when his eyes roamed there. Just a pair of black, sensible, nothing spectacular shoes. How her shoes and homeschooling were connected, she had no idea, but certainly was curious to know what Byron was thinking. Her blue eyes traveled up to watch him once more. She was too polite to ask, but the question was resting there on her own features.
".....?" What? What was he on about exactly? Every Flavor Beans and kissing?
And this had to do with the statue how? Again, Aspen was longing to ask, but didn't want to make the boy feel as if he wasn't make a bit of sense. He was already having a hard enough day with the being lost. "I think that's smart. Not judging the lot over one bad egg," literally. Rotten egg flavor beans were one of the worst. "I try not to judge anyone."
She was going to start by not judging the Professors' motives for kissing a statue and just trust them. So without further ado, Aspen stood on tippy toes and gave the Lanky Lachlan a teensy kiss.
...
Then she stepped back, as if waiting for something to happen, her attention flashing back to Byron. "You should give it a go."
Great! Emmaleigh thought as she wandered down the corridor. She was out of breath, and a little exasperated. This was her fourth year at Hogwarts, and somehow she had managed to get lost. Well, she knew how she had lost her way, she was trying to find the Ravenclaw common room. Not that she could enter it, but she was pretty sure her little buddy had gotten sorted into that house, and she was hoping to catch him.
Aspen turned her attention down to her feet when his eyes roamed there. Just a pair of black, sensible, nothing spectacular shoes. How her shoes and homeschooling were connected, she had no idea, but certainly was curious to know what Byron was thinking. Her blue eyes traveled up to watch him once more. She was too polite to ask, but the question was resting there on her own features.
".....?" What? What was he on about exactly? Every Flavor Beans and kissing?
And this had to do with the statue how? Again, Aspen was longing to ask, but didn't want to make the boy feel as if he wasn't make a bit of sense. He was already having a hard enough day with the being lost. "I think that's smart. Not judging the lot over one bad egg," literally. Rotten egg flavor beans were one of the worst. "I try not to judge anyone."
She was going to start by not judging the Professors' motives for kissing a statue and just trust them. So without further ado, Aspen stood on tippy toes and gave the Lanky Lachlan a teensy kiss.
...
Then she stepped back, as if waiting for something to happen, her attention flashing back to Byron. "You should give it a go."
...
"If you just followed everything signs tell you," he said after a moment, "You're going to get in trouble one day. Like, oh this sign says that I must join the Death Eaters, okay then!"
He jumped off his perch and placed both hands on her shoulders, looking her square in the eye, "Don't do that. It's merely a recruitment drive..." he paused, squeezing her shoulders gently for emphasis, "It's merely... a... recruitment... drive..."
They were getting somewhere here. For some reason, Byron had taken to this girl, sure that he was going to be the perfect mentor for her poor, uneducated in the ways of society self, "But to make you feel better, I'll kiss the damned thing."
Byron released his hold on her abruptly and turned to face the statue that stood beside them, "Guess there's no harm in it..."
He leaned forward, pursing his lips, his brows furrowed in concentration, and dropped a kiss with a slight smacking sound on Lachlan's cheek.
...
"Right. That's that." he turned back to his new-found mentee, wearing a curious smile. He raised his eyebrows, a question in his stance.
"If you just followed everything signs tell you," he said after a moment, "You're going to get in trouble one day. Like, oh this sign says that I must join the Death Eaters, okay then!"
He jumped off his perch and placed both hands on her shoulders, looking her square in the eye, "Don't do that. It's merely a recruitment drive..." he paused, squeezing her shoulders gently for emphasis, "It's merely... a... recruitment... drive..."
They were getting somewhere here. For some reason, Byron had taken to this girl, sure that he was going to be the perfect mentor for her poor, uneducated in the ways of society self, "But to make you feel better, I'll kiss the damned thing."
Byron released his hold on her abruptly and turned to face the statue that stood beside them, "Guess there's no harm in it..."
He leaned forward, pursing his lips, his brows furrowed in concentration, and dropped a kiss with a slight smacking sound on Lachlan's cheek.
...
"Right. That's that." he turned back to his new-found mentee, wearing a curious smile. He raised his eyebrows, a question in his stance.
"True...," Aspen allowed, "but kissing a statue is hardly joining Dark wizards. Common sense." Pause pause, "Have you ever seen a sign that was asking for Dark Wizards?" Wouldn't that be something? Silly, really, since it would be a really good way for Aurors to track them down. Or maybe it was a tactic Aurors used to get the lesser Dark Wizards?
... she was brought out of her ponderings when this boy decided to lay his hands on her. Aspen wasn't particularly bothered, but certainly curious all over again. "Are you quite alright....?" Recruitment drive? ???? Maybe this fellow, poor thing, had been on the bad end of a Confudus too many times?
Aspen took pity on him. She didn't correct him that she didn't care if he kissed the statue or not, and stood back to give him room. His kiss had definitely been louder than hers, but most people were louder than Aspen. "That's that," she agreed, her tone taking up a much softer, motherly drive. Mmm... so now what? "Maybe we'll get House points for following directions. And speaking of directions... did you want me to help you find the Grounds? Maybe two losts make a found." .... she matched his curious smile with just.... a regular one. Byron made lots of faces.
"True...," Aspen allowed, "but kissing a statue is hardly joining Dark wizards. Common sense." Pause pause, "Have you ever seen a sign that was asking for Dark Wizards?" Wouldn't that be something? Silly, really, since it would be a really good way for Aurors to track them down. Or maybe it was a tactic Aurors used to get the lesser Dark Wizards?
... she was brought out of her ponderings when this boy decided to lay his hands on her. Aspen wasn't particularly bothered, but certainly curious all over again. "Are you quite alright....?" Recruitment drive? ???? Maybe this fellow, poor thing, had been on the bad end of a Confudus too many times?
Aspen took pity on him. She didn't correct him that she didn't care if he kissed the statue or not, and stood back to give him room. His kiss had definitely been louder than hers, but most people were louder than Aspen. "That's that," she agreed, her tone taking up a much softer, motherly drive. Mmm... so now what? "Maybe we'll get House points for following directions. And speaking of directions... did you want me to help you find the Grounds? Maybe two losts make a found." .... she matched his curious smile with just.... a regular one. Byron made lots of faces.
Probably residual Confundus. Probably.
Perhaps she was shy.
Or merely slow. Byron was starting to feel sorry for the poor girl, she was quite awkward, slow to responses and certainly was under some sort of strange enchantment. This was probably why she hadn't been allowed to mingle with the rest of society for so long.
It's a good thing she had found him.
He gave a mental shrug and put his arm around her small shoulders, turning them about towards the staircase, "Thank you, Ravenclaw, but I believe the sun is likely to set anytime soon... so I'm going to find the Great Hall for supper instead."
Since she was unlikely to understand his meaning due to her social ineptitude, he explained, "What I mean is, are you hungry? Would you like to join me?"
Maybe he could even teach her the appropriate use of cutlery...
Or merely slow. Byron was starting to feel sorry for the poor girl, she was quite awkward, slow to responses and certainly was under some sort of strange enchantment. This was probably why she hadn't been allowed to mingle with the rest of society for so long.
It's a good thing she had found him.
He gave a mental shrug and put his arm around her small shoulders, turning them about towards the staircase, "Thank you, Ravenclaw, but I believe the sun is likely to set anytime soon... so I'm going to find the Great Hall for supper instead."
Since she was unlikely to understand his meaning due to her social ineptitude, he explained, "What I mean is, are you hungry? Would you like to join me?"
Maybe he could even teach her the appropriate use of cutlery...
Oh, twas Aspen Odessa's lucky day!
"I bet we can find that easily...Slytherin. I've never seen so much food. We can just follow our noses," Aspen happily went along. The proximity and shoulder thing was new, but actually felt nice. Sort of like a hug. And considering Byron was lost and confused, it was probably safer that Aspen walk close to him. Who knew if he could take the moving staircases on his own?
"I could eat and I'd like to join you. Most of the people I know here are in Slytherin, including you now, actually. And I haven't seen any rules about having to sit at your own table." So she could join him and maybe introduce him to her friends, and vice versa.
Aspen cast a glance over her shoulder to the statue, giving it one more chance to DO something from their kisses - but alas. Still just a statue with an odd sign on it. "And after dinner, you'll be able to follow classmates back to your Common Room." So no more lost Byron.
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Last edited by Mad Eye Touz; 09-07-2011 at 07:37 PM.
Reason: Errr.... cuz there is a PROFESSOR. Can't leave yet. hehe
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SPOILER!!: Aspen and Byron
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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz
Aspen turned her attention down to her feet when his eyes roamed there. Just a pair of black, sensible, nothing spectacular shoes. How her shoes and homeschooling were connected, she had no idea, but certainly was curious to know what Byron was thinking. Her blue eyes traveled up to watch him once more. She was too polite to ask, but the question was resting there on her own features.
".....?" What? What was he on about exactly? Every Flavor Beans and kissing?
And this had to do with the statue how? Again, Aspen was longing to ask, but didn't want to make the boy feel as if he wasn't make a bit of sense. He was already having a hard enough day with the being lost. "I think that's smart. Not judging the lot over one bad egg," literally. Rotten egg flavor beans were one of the worst. "I try not to judge anyone."
She was going to start by not judging the Professors' motives for kissing a statue and just trust them. So without further ado, Aspen stood on tippy toes and gave the Lanky Lachlan a teensy kiss.
...
Then she stepped back, as if waiting for something to happen, her attention flashing back to Byron. "You should give it a go."
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Originally Posted by Nabs
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"If you just followed everything signs tell you," he said after a moment, "You're going to get in trouble one day. Like, oh this sign says that I must join the Death Eaters, okay then!"
He jumped off his perch and placed both hands on her shoulders, looking her square in the eye, "Don't do that. It's merely a recruitment drive..." he paused, squeezing her shoulders gently for emphasis, "It's merely... a... recruitment... drive..."
They were getting somewhere here. For some reason, Byron had taken to this girl, sure that he was going to be the perfect mentor for her poor, uneducated in the ways of society self, "But to make you feel better, I'll kiss the damned thing."
Byron released his hold on her abruptly and turned to face the statue that stood beside them, "Guess there's no harm in it..."
He leaned forward, pursing his lips, his brows furrowed in concentration, and dropped a kiss with a slight smacking sound on Lachlan's cheek.
...
"Right. That's that." he turned back to his new-found mentee, wearing a curious smile. He raised his eyebrows, a question in his stance.
Hadley was watching and listening to the pair in the corridor discuss her new sign. Were they going to do it or not?
Then, right there, the female did it first. Figures.
But were they going so soon? Coming out from her concealed spot in time to catch sight of one of the students from her own house, she nodded politely at them.
"Lachlan appreciates your generosity," she beamed at them. Generosity? What was that? That didn't even make any sense. But this was Hogwarts, when did things ever make sense?
SPOILER!!: Emmaleigh
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Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy
Great! Emmaleigh thought as she wandered down the corridor. She was out of breath, and a little exasperated. This was her fourth year at Hogwarts, and somehow she had managed to get lost. Well, she knew how she had lost her way, she was trying to find the Ravenclaw common room. Not that she could enter it, but she was pretty sure her little buddy had gotten sorted into that house, and she was hoping to catch him.
Right. Back to one of the students from her house.
"Well. You saw the sign, didn't you, Miss Swynford?" Fina urged, shrugging her head toward the parchment above the statue.
Though perhaps she'd been so oblivious to the sign and the statue that she hadn't noticed it?
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Nice to meet you, where you been? ______________I could show you incredible things
A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
Walking with his head held low and staring at the ground, Daichi wandered throughout the castle. His mind was in a completely different world as he shoved his hands in to his pockets. These past few days had been hectic already. Made new friends, made an enemy although he wasn't sure about that. Almost drowned in the lake while clinging on to a little first year and getting saved by a fourth year...And not to mention classes.
The second year Slytherin sighed heavily as his feet continued to drag him towards Merlin knows where. He liked being alone from time to time. He could actually THINK. And right now his mind was set on...Quidditch. Having been one of the chasers that brought Slytherin in to victory last year, Daichi couldn't wait until try outs were being held again. He still had no idea who the captain was though... He thought about it as he passed a couple of older students and even a Professor, which he hadn't seen at all. It was when he reached a statue that he looked up completely dazed and snapped back to earth.
Daichi looked at the statue. Something was written above wasn't there?
He squinted his eyes as he tried to read what was written on it, but failed. His eye sight had apparently gotten worse yet he still blamed the letters for being so blury. He was fine when he just looked around , sometimes got a headache but that was it. But when he had to focus on words it became blury. "What does this say?!" he asked more to himself as he scratched the back of his head while squinting his eyes again but it only resulted in closing them.
Right. Back to one of the students from her house.
"Well. You saw the sign, didn't you, Miss Swynford?" Fina urged, shrugging her head toward the parchment above the statue.
Though perhaps she'd been so oblivious to the sign and the statue that she hadn't noticed it?
As she was wandering down the corridor, Em heard the familiar voice of Professor Hadley, and ignored it until she heard her name. Turning to face the woman that was now her head of house. "Professor?" she asked, trying to figure out what she had been talking about. Noticing Hadley's strange twitching, Em looked over at the statue she had just walked by. "I...," She said and then frowned as she noticed a note. "Do what?" she asked aloud, throughly confused. "We are supposed to kiss the statue?" she asked as she turned back to the professor. talk about eww.
"I bet we can find that easily...Slytherin. I've never seen so much food. We can just follow our noses," Aspen happily went along. The proximity and shoulder thing was new, but actually felt nice. Sort of like a hug. And considering Byron was lost and confused, it was probably safer that Aspen walk close to him. Who knew if he could take the moving staircases on his own?
"I could eat and I'd like to join you. Most of the people I know here are in Slytherin, including you now, actually. And I haven't seen any rules about having to sit at your own table." So she could join him and maybe introduce him to her friends, and vice versa.
Aspen cast a glance over her shoulder to the statue, giving it one more chance to DO something from their kisses - but alas. Still just a statue with an odd sign on it. "And after dinner, you'll be able to follow classmates back to your Common Room." So no more lost Byron.
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
SPOILER!!: Aspen and Byron
Hadley was watching and listening to the pair in the corridor discuss her new sign. Were they going to do it or not?
Then, right there, the female did it first. Figures.
But were they going so soon? Coming out from her concealed spot in time to catch sight of one of the students from her own house, she nodded politely at them.
"Lachlan appreciates your generosity," she beamed at them. Generosity? What was that? That didn't even make any sense. But this was Hogwarts, when did things ever make sense?
SPOILER!!: Emmaleigh
Right. Back to one of the students from her house.
"Well. You saw the sign, didn't you, Miss Swynford?" Fina urged, shrugging her head toward the parchment above the statue.
Though perhaps she'd been so oblivious to the sign and the statue that she hadn't noticed it?
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Originally Posted by CassiopeiaAKTF
Walking with his head held low and staring at the ground, Daichi wandered throughout the castle. His mind was in a completely different world as he shoved his hands in to his pockets. These past few days had been hectic already. Made new friends, made an enemy although he wasn't sure about that. Almost drowned in the lake while clinging on to a little first year and getting saved by a fourth year...And not to mention classes.
The second year Slytherin sighed heavily as his feet continued to drag him towards Merlin knows where. He liked being alone from time to time. He could actually THINK. And right now his mind was set on...Quidditch. Having been one of the chasers that brought Slytherin in to victory last year, Daichi couldn't wait until try outs were being held again. He still had no idea who the captain was though... He thought about it as he passed a couple of older students and even a Professor, which he hadn't seen at all. It was when he reached a statue that he looked up completely dazed and snapped back to earth.
Daichi looked at the statue. Something was written above wasn't there?
He squinted his eyes as he tried to read what was written on it, but failed. His eye sight had apparently gotten worse yet he still blamed the letters for being so blury. He was fine when he just looked around , sometimes got a headache but that was it. But when he had to focus on words it became blury. "What does this say?!" he asked more to himself as he scratched the back of his head while squinting his eyes again but it only resulted in closing them.
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Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy
As she was wandering down the corridor, Em heard the familiar voice of Professor Hadley, and ignored it until she heard her name. Turning to face the woman that was now her head of house. "Professor?" she asked, trying to figure out what she had been talking about. Noticing Hadley's strange twitching, Em looked over at the statue she had just walked by. "I...," She said and then frowned as she noticed a note. "Do what?" she asked aloud, throughly confused. "We are supposed to kiss the statue?" she asked as she turned back to the professor. talk about eww.
Byron looked around at the strange crowd that had formed around the statue. The Professor was making absolutely no sense, and Aspen had agreed to have dinner with him... but...
"What's going on here?" he asked everyone who was assembled there, including Lachlan the Lanky, "I feel like I'm in one of those muggle... surprise... candid whatnots."
Had he kissed the stupid statue and gotten caught on camera??
Byron held up a hand to stall the Hufflepuff girl who was being urged to kiss the statue as Aspen and himself had done earlier, as well as the squinting second year, "Maybe we should wait and see what Professor, er..." he didn't know her name yet, "Her, has to say about Lachlan's generosity."
Something shifty was afoot. And there was nothing Byron quite liked as much as an intrigue...
OOC: sorry... it's just, it makes no sense to not reply to everyone when we're all standing RIGHT there.