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Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6
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Originally Posted by GrapehGrape Fallon smiled at Evan. "Yep. You never did get to meet my little brother..." Oh well. There was always the holidays. Maybe she could have people over seeing as her dad already said that he wanted her home for them. "So how have you been since the last time we spoke?"
Then she saw the look he was giving her. She also noticed that he had seen her looking at Finn. Uh oh. She was caught by someone that was not Iris. Great. Fallon knew that look on his face. He wanted to know what was up with her. She just blushed deeper. She didn't want anyone but Iris to know about this right now. She had a feeling that wasn't going to stop Evan though. Evan's mouth dropped open in rememberance and regret when Fallon mentioned her brother. Riiight... they were going to meet, weren't they? But then somehow he could never see her again... Aww... now he felt awful for missing that opportunity. Maybe he could get to see him in Christmas? Please? Though, he'd be off in France... next summer, it seemed. "Yeah," he said as he shook his head. "For next summer, I guess..." If SHE was still going to be here, that is. Hopefully she was.
He gave a mischievous smile. "Okay, I get it," he said with a small bow of his head. Shooting another look at Finn to make sure he was busy with that Slytherin girl, he whispered "That you have a crush on him." Hehe. He could see it in her eyes, and in that blush. He was handsome too, so go Fallon! Hehe. Quote:
Originally Posted by Anna Banana Sierra stared at the boy for a few seconds, thinking how he was almost as friendly as a Hufflepuff---almost. He had laughed at the whole Puffer Boy nickname Sierra had given to every boy unlucky enough to become a badger. That in itself redeemed the boy in her eyes. Oh, and the fact that he was her prefect. Besides, maybe prefects had to be nice to everyone...
...or maybe Sierra was just that awesome of a snake. Heh. Inside, she laughed at her own little joke before nodding in reply to Evan's question. "Of course I'm excited for the new school year! I finally get to learn more about magic and actually use it myself," she answered. "I've been watching my parents and older sister use it for far too long. It's about time I get to do some of it myself."
What class was she looking forward to the most, though? Hmm. "Pretty much anything but Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Divination, or Muggle Studies," she answered. It wasn't that Sierra hated those classes, but she just hadn't had much experience with them yet. Especially Muggle Studies. It probably wasn't a very easy class for a pure-blooded witch. "Are those classes usually pretty hard?" Evan smiled at the girl and her enthusiasm. She was so sweet and so little! Hehe. He wondered if he was so little like her... probably yes... but he couldn't imagine himself like that. She looked so small compared to the older kids. Hehe.
Older sister did she say? Maybe she was in Hogwarts too? Hmm... he'd definitely ask about that later. "Sure, doing magic is always fun," he replied. "Especially on--" Oh. Not people of course, and definitely not on siblings even though they were super-annoying. "--objects. Hehe." He had to drink some water after that, and as she went on, got himself a glass.
He frowned slightly in surprise as she mentioned the classes she wouldn't go. "Why not them?" he asked after gulping down the water, though he got his answer in her next question. "No, well yes, arithmancy and divination are hard, for me anyway. I've practically failed in those OWLs." Ahem. This was something he did NOT want to talk about. "But Muggle Studies is so much fun. We always get to do interesting stuff, and the professors never ask too detailed questions." Because here was obviously wizards' school, and they wouldn't know much about Muggles' world. "And ancient runes... it depends. If you like to, really study..." But then she would be in Ravenclaw. Nooo. She was good here. Hehe. Quote:
Originally Posted by feltbeatslover22 Ah so he WAS coming over? Pfft.. "Nice of you to join us" she raised an eyebrow again and smirked a little. At least she wouldn't be the only one that was introducing herself to all the new firsties, Evan seemed to be joining her with it. "Yeah and you should be too" she folded her arms but let out an even bigger smirk. Man, she liked all this power. "You should learn to multitask, we manage to do it" Trixie finished with a firm nod. "I'm good thanks, keeping up with all these firsties is proving quite tough but no where near as tough as...." she paused as she realised what she was saying, it was true, but she was pretty certain the prefect wouldn't want to know what she was going on about. "...Never mind" she trailed off and looked at her bangle awkwardly. Evan shook his head. Yes, he might have been sliiiightly rude for being lazy and not coming over her, but what could he do? He was happy in his question-free zone, and he would get to meet people eventually... through the end of the feast. But now he had to stand up with her and answer questions. Hmpf. Guess that was what that shiny badge required, it certainly was more than a decoration and authority. "Alright, I'll help you..." he half-grunted, and then looked for someone to help/answer question/anything. He was about to greet someone when he heard the rest of her half-speech. He turned to her suddenly, and saw... sadness? longing? or was it regret? He opened his mouth to ask her if she wanted to talk about it, but then again, who was he? They'd just met, and he barely knew her other than she could multi-task perfectly. Watching her for a while more, he finally found the right words: "I do mind. What's it?" That was better than directly offering his shoulder to cry on or anything... Yeah. And he meant them. Quote:
Originally Posted by Orion Black My name's Benjamin Trevors. First year if you couldn't tell. Thank you for the napkin. So i'm guesing that this Lafay person is a total hard mules butt. Well my grandfather said snape was the same way when he taught potions. He said that Snape was thehouse head of Slytherin, and always paid more attention to his fellow Slytherin's, and just a couple of Gryffindor's while he was here."
Benjamin saw that Evan was astonished that he was 11 and had accio figured out.
"My father taught me alot of charms and spells while we waited to get my letter and come here. Accio was the first one we went over, and I learned it well. t was awful to be taught by him. If I hadn'tlearned the lesson he had planned out, he used his wand as a whip and slashed me with it. I have a vert strict family. I won't even show you what he did to my knees to my neck and down to my wrists."
Benjamin looked at the bone and decided to give it to him once he found him.
"Are the owls already being taken to the owlery tower, or do we do that ourselves?" Benjamin Trevors, Benjamin Trevors... the prefect repeated in his mind. He was bound to forget some of the names though, and he hoped it wouldn't be any of the firsties. Pouring himself some pumpkin juice, he nodded at Benjamin. Wow, so his grandfather was a student of Snape! That was so cool! "Apparently, my family sent their children out to other schools after the rise of Voldemort," he said with a shrug. It was dark times, of course they would protect their children. "While they remained here. But my... grand-grand father? Got to be a student of Snape too, and be in the same class as Harry Potter. He always used to tell my father about those times." That was so cool, to be in the same class with the Trio! Evan shook his head to get back to reality. "Well, Lafay pays too much attention, you see," he said with a small laugh. How he hated her when she'd evaporated his half-done potions, claiming his spoon was dirty while it was fairly clean... and this year he was her prefect. Amazing.
He burst out the pumpkin to the table when he told the story of study sessions with his father. "W-what?!" he asked involutarily, even though he didn't want to hear it again. Whipping your OWN child! He visibly shuddered at the thought. "That's--why--Oh God!" It took him a few minutes to calm down, and even longer to erase that image. The words were there though, and they'd sticked to his mind. Merlin! Thank God he had such a civil family, and he wasn't even judging The Trevors here!
After conjuring many napkins to clean the table and himself--he could have just performed some cleaning charm, but this way was longer and it kept his mind preoccupied--he finally had the courage to ask. "What did he do?" he asked. He wasn't even sure he wanted to hear that, but curiosity and worry got better of him. Poor child, at the age of only eleven!
He blinked at the last question, and had to take a few minutes again to process it. It was so odd thing to ask after God-knows-what pains. "I--yeah, I think so. House elves are hard-working like that."
Now, what had his father done to him?
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