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hermione23 · 04-07-2011, 02:18 AM

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Originally Posted by Team Potter

Elyon wandered down to the Great Hall ready for the end of the term feast. She was alone as usual, happily murmuring things to herslef about Crumple-Horned Snorcacks. She sat down by herslef smiling att all of the people around her. She didn't have any friends to say good-bye to, but she did feel very sad for al of the crying ones around her. No one deserved to cry. It was just heart breaking.

She began to wonder whether or not she herslef would return to Hogwarts next year. Yes, it was her home, and she would dearly miss it. But as her mum was going to ship her brother and her off to an orphanage the minute their father passed, she had no choice. She hoped she would be able to return next year. Elyon dearly hoped so, even if she did only have three to five friends at the most. One being her brother, and the other four barely ever speaking to her.

She continued to smiley dreamily into her pumpkin juice, thinking about how nice house elves were.

The thin frame of Septimus Galen drifted into the Great Hall. How could the year have gone by so quickly? he asked himself. He noticed Elyon sitting at the table of red-and-gold lions like himself. He trudged silently to her. "Hey, Elyon," he greeted her. "Can you believe how fast this term passed us?"

04-07-2011, 02:18 AM	#130 (permalink)
hermione23 Gnome Join Date: May 2010 Location: your closet MWAHAHA Posts: 371 Hogwarts RPG Name: Septimus "Sep" Galen Fourth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Team Potter Elyon wandered down to the Great Hall ready for the end of the term feast. She was alone as usual, happily murmuring things to herslef about Crumple-Horned Snorcacks. She sat down by herslef smiling att all of the people around her. She didn't have any friends to say good-bye to, but she did feel very sad for al of the crying ones around her. No one deserved to cry. It was just heart breaking. She began to wonder whether or not she herslef would return to Hogwarts next year. Yes, it was her home, and she would dearly miss it. But as her mum was going to ship her brother and her off to an orphanage the minute their father passed, she had no choice. She hoped she would be able to return next year. Elyon dearly hoped so, even if she did only have three to five friends at the most. One being her brother, and the other four barely ever speaking to her. She continued to smiley dreamily into her pumpkin juice, thinking about how nice house elves were. The thin frame of Septimus Galen drifted into the Great Hall. How could the year have gone by so quickly? he asked himself. He noticed Elyon sitting at the table of red-and-gold lions like himself. He trudged silently to her. "Hey, Elyon," he greeted her. "Can you believe how fast this term passed us?"