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Jasmine Springer (#229a36)
Graduated

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Ayden Diggory-Keighley (#07ad01)
Hufflepuff
First Year

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Levi Draguar (#062807)
Ravenclaw
Second Year

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Kara Walsh (#aa1506)
Gryffindor
Fourth Year

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Tiffany Rose
Slytherin
Sixth Year

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What. Was. He. Doing. Here!? Deeep breaths. Heeehuuuuheeehuuuheeee. But really what was the guy doing here? He was almost about to mentally barf after thinking that Dominic would think about Care of Magical Creatures. No, no, no, no! The name "Dominic Denton" and "care" would never, ever go together. That was just plain... disgusting! The little boy's eyes started to glare like crazy at him.

"Yoouuuuuuu." He made his voice a whisper so only the meanie could hear it. Why would he need some alone time with Professor Morgan?
While waiting for the Professor to respond - hopefully with some answers as to how he could possibly empty a room, Dominic mistakenly let his golden eyes wander to who was in the room. Thankfully one boy - Barry Weasley Ravenclaw - left the office, but that wasn't of Dominic's main concern. Oh no, it was the sound of coldness and 'Youuuuu', which caused chills to run up the fifth year's spine. Cameron; stupid first year tempered boy he had met in Diagon Alley.

Taking a deep breath in, the fifth year did what he knew best. He nodded curtly at the boy before turning back to face the prettiful Professor Morgan.


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"Hello, Mr. Denton. Lovely to meet you, I'm Professor Morgan." she offered, motioning towards the chair in front of her desk. "Please come in and make yourself comfortable." she said. Glancing around at the other faces in the room, it didn't seem that 'alone time' was going to be a possibility any time soon. But seeing that he was a Prefect, maybe it was something important. She decided to ask. "Mr. Denton, I would be happy to set an appointment for you to come back when I'm less busy...or is there something that we can discuss right now?" she asked.

When Professor Morgan, heard yet another knock at the door, she looked over at the Hufflepuff Prefect and gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry Mr. Denton, but it seems like they just keep on coming." she said with a smile, turning her attention back towards the door. "Come in, the door is open." She called out again.
Except that was the sound of not one - not two - but THREE knocks at the door. It seemed that everyone wanted to meet this new professor, as she was quite popular. But Dominic was determined to follow the bidding of the ancient one. No first year was going to stand in his way of Hufflepuff Pride.

"Well, Professor Morgan," the fifth year began in his normal tone, before taking a seat in front of her desk and leaning forward to whisper to her. "An appointment for a later time might be necessary, but I suppose there is no harm in you reading this yourself." He continued thoughtfully; after all, he was just supposed to share the sonnet with each individual professor... how he did this, was his own creativity, right?

"It's just a little something I wrote... to erm... welcome you to Hogwarts," he nodded briefly, before uttering an imperturbable charm on the parchment he removed from his robe pocket, so that only Professor Morgan could read it. Handing it to the Magical Creatures Professor, he awaited her response...


SPOILER!!: Yes, that's right, you kiddles charries can't see this... bwaha, fifth year is fun cause you know all these charms!

When disgraced in the eyes of Kaz
And beneath my bravery I weep,
With deaf ears and my tearless cries,
And looking up to the dias, curse my sleep;

To wish upon me one more chance,
Featuring all whom make least,
Desire in us all to dance,
With that let us contend with deist

Yet these thoughts, I find myself despising,
How I think with glee and then to you,
Like climbing these endless stairs and always arising,
But from the clouds to the grounds, and then the loo

For no matter how much pride or wealth I bring,
That I scorn to be as half as worthy as you kings.
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