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James_Potter · 09-08-2011, 07:02 AM

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Originally Posted by DanialRadFAN01

August entered the classroom and walked with his things toward one of the desks near the board, glancing around the classroom curiously. This lesson seemed quite interesting simply because of the name, Defense Against the Dark Arts. It sounded pretty awesome really.

Once he found a chair, the third year Gryffindor looked around the room and caught glance of an older boy...in heels. Ummmm? That was something you didn't see every day.

William, panting slightly, entered the classroom looking a tad bit windswept. Having not fully tried to get around the main parts of the castle, the poor first-year nerd had gotten quite lost. He thought that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was on the fourth floor, and would have been even more lost had it not been from the help of one of the ghosts that pointed him in the right direction, or rather, sank through the floor in the direction he needed to go. Will hoped he never endured the chilling sensation of going through a ghost. He stared at the class that was already getting full. Fortunately, he was still on time for the class and he chose a seat next to a very familiar looking Gryffindor; August Goldstein. Inhaling deeply, for he had left his inhaler back in London, the first-year came up to the third year.
"Hey August!" he said, patting the Gryffindor on his back. "Mind if I sit here?" He tilted his head to the empty seat to the side of August.

09-08-2011, 07:02 AM	#162 (permalink)
James_Potter Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Colorado Posts: 15,633 Hogwarts RPG Name: William Atticus MacGhilliseathenaich-Dwinkendorf IV Second Year Ministry RPG Name: Rodrigo De Lacerda	James is my REAL name \| Pokah Face \| Scheming Marauder \| True Marauder \| Foster the People Quote: Originally Posted by DanialRadFAN01 August entered the classroom and walked with his things toward one of the desks near the board, glancing around the classroom curiously. This lesson seemed quite interesting simply because of the name, Defense Against the Dark Arts. It sounded pretty awesome really. Once he found a chair, the third year Gryffindor looked around the room and caught glance of an older boy...in heels. Ummmm? That was something you didn't see every day. William, panting slightly, entered the classroom looking a tad bit windswept. Having not fully tried to get around the main parts of the castle, the poor first-year nerd had gotten quite lost. He thought that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was on the fourth floor, and would have been even more lost had it not been from the help of one of the ghosts that pointed him in the right direction, or rather, sank through the floor in the direction he needed to go. Will hoped he never endured the chilling sensation of going through a ghost. He stared at the class that was already getting full. Fortunately, he was still on time for the class and he chose a seat next to a very familiar looking Gryffindor; August Goldstein. Inhaling deeply, for he had left his inhaler back in London, the first-year came up to the third year. "Hey August!" he said, patting the Gryffindor on his back. "Mind if I sit here?" He tilted his head to the empty seat to the side of August.