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lazykitty · 08-03-2018, 09:46 AM

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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat

Flynn had been not present for the last few weeks, considering he had spent some time at St. Mungo's followed by getting special treatment at the Ogden's to make sure he was scar-free. In all honesty, he had considered not showing up at the feast at all. Why should he? He didn't like most of the students here, and most of the students didn't like him. But why did he show up? He had a one-word reply to that: Vivian Fairfield. He owed it to her, but he also owed it to himself. He hadn't worked hard these last few months ~~to catch-up on seven years of slacking off~~ to let this school defeat him.

He strolled into the Great Hall, looking 99.9% like himself again, except for the exhaustion in his eyes. He still wasn't over being emotionally and physically drained by the Inferi attacks, and it showed in both his face and how he was walking.... dragging, one could even say.

He had been hoping Mayfield would of gotten here before him; yet, he was alone. A little sigh escaped his lips as he situated himself in his usual spot as he waited for his friends to show up. Surely, it wouldn't be too much longer, right?

Honestly, he had intended to go straight to the Gryffindor table upon entering the Great Hall. But, seeing Flynn already at the Slytherin table, Ronan's brain decided to betray him and send him that direction. Yeah, thanks brain.

"Sir," he greeted the Bloody Baron once he reached the table. Boy, he wasn't kidding. The Slytherin prefect looked like he still needed a few days in the hospital.

The Head Boy suddenly found himself searching for words. It was amazing, he'd survived what, for all intents and purposes, could only be called the zombie apocalypse, yet this was hard. And it was only made harder by the fact that he couldn't be sure of what Flynn knew or remembered of that night. Finally, he mustered up enough of his Gryffindorness to speak. "Hey, can we talk for a minute Flynn? In private?"

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lazykitty Ramora Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Valhalla Posts: 5,663 Hogwarts RPG Name: Kayla Calrissian-Carter Gryffindor First Year x7 x4	Dem Carters \| even 🕊🕊 have pride \| \| Expecto PAWtronum 🐈 \| U-NA-GI Quote: Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat Flynn had been not present for the last few weeks, considering he had spent some time at St. Mungo's followed by getting special treatment at the Ogden's to make sure he was scar-free. In all honesty, he had considered not showing up at the feast at all. Why should he? He didn't like most of the students here, and most of the students didn't like him. But why did he show up? He had a one-word reply to that: Vivian Fairfield. He owed it to her, but he also owed it to himself. He hadn't worked hard these last few months ~~to catch-up on seven years of slacking off~~ to let this school defeat him. He strolled into the Great Hall, looking 99.9% like himself again, except for the exhaustion in his eyes. He still wasn't over being emotionally and physically drained by the Inferi attacks, and it showed in both his face and how he was walking.... dragging, one could even say. He had been hoping Mayfield would of gotten here before him; yet, he was alone. A little sigh escaped his lips as he situated himself in his usual spot as he waited for his friends to show up. Surely, it wouldn't be too much longer, right? Honestly, he had intended to go straight to the Gryffindor table upon entering the Great Hall. But, seeing Flynn already at the Slytherin table, Ronan's brain decided to betray him and send him that direction. Yeah, thanks brain. "Sir," he greeted the Bloody Baron once he reached the table. Boy, he wasn't kidding. The Slytherin prefect looked like he still needed a few days in the hospital. The Head Boy suddenly found himself searching for words. It was amazing, he'd survived what, for all intents and purposes, could only be called the zombie apocalypse, yet this was hard. And it was only made harder by the fact that he couldn't be sure of what Flynn knew or remembered of that night. Finally, he mustered up enough of his Gryffindorness to speak. "Hey, can we talk for a minute Flynn? In private?" __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Salt!