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HOGWARTS!!! Hogwarts was wonderful, marvellous, beautiful, huge... and every other things Ryan had believed it was. She was so glad and grateful to be there, after three long years in the French school where, in her opinion, she hadn't learn many pratical stuff. And the food there? Delicious. It tasted really, really, well. Beauxbatons was good too, but Ryan could only guessed she felt that way because she was right where she wanted to be. And it was just like a dream. |
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SPOILER!!: Mah bro <3 ...But she WAS listening. She must be one of these contemplative types. The ones that mull over everything slowly before they answered. He screwed up his face at her reply. And he had been expecting something really intelligent given how long she took to process his question. “Oh.. well that's good.” He replied. He looked at her when she added an insult to that. He chuckled. She was funny. Hexed him from the table? He frowned contemplating this. Fair dos. But wait, were they not making friends here? Yeah.. hehe. She was kidding. Again the eyebrow cocked. Scrawny? He looked glanced at his skinny self. “Dance? I love to dance. Can you Moonwalk? Can you do the Robot? Can you do the foxtrot or the saaaamba?” Ok.. so that was a little random and he could only do the former two, but.. heh. It sounded good. “Headmaster!?” He glanced over at the staff table. He liked the sound of this. He liked even more the sound of putting himself on the house crest. “I'd love that.” He grinned, his skin not dented one little bit by her onslaught. He knew fine well what she was doing but, meh... he didn't care. “You know, I reckon it must be dead easy doing his job.” He nodded at the Headmaster. “Sit in your office all day and get waited on by the house elves.; grade a few papers. I could do that.” He nodded smugly as he looked at the man with his arms folded. The comment about his smell went by unnoticed as he contemplated his career when he left school He was puzzled by her next words. Genuinely puzzled. Why did she think he had hit his head? They were getting on fine. Well he thought so. She was nice... and he was nicer so there was no reason why they shouldn't be. His eyes went wide. She was being personal. And what was with the sudden mood swing!? Girls. “Fine, fine, you made your point. It's a no. I got that before.” Jeez! This Miranda chick was starting to confuse him. His perfectly normal and polite questions were being met with sarcasm and... rudeness. “It's a perfectly normal question. Do. You. Play. Quidditch?” He asked her slowly and loudly so that she would understand what he was on about. Oh ho! She understood.. and she wanted him to teach her. He smirked at her. “I can try. But such skill is usually down to raw talent.” He tugged at the front of his robes and sat up straight. “You can fly though, right?” EVERYONE could fly! ..cept his half sister with that insane phobia of hers. Absolute madness. The gagging was making him lean away from her, a look of disgust on his face. But as they were so tightly squished together, there wasn't a lot of room to get away from her. He raised his hand and pushed her face away from him so she was facing her housemate on the other side. “Look stoppit. You vom that way if you think you're gonna.” No vomity on the Slytherin. Cos that would be waaaaay uncool. Oblivious to the look Miranda gave him when he manhandled the breadstick, he eventually pulled himself together. Oh, his sides hurt now. Curiously, he had been the only one at the table to find this amusing. Meh.. his sense of humour was obviously on a higher plane to theirs. That's why they was Hufflepuffs and he was a SLY-THER-IN. Boo ya! In yer face! Miranda's question took him a little off guard and he stared at her for a moment in rare silence. His smile eventually returned. “That's between me, the headmaster the Magical Law Enforcement and the boy in the hospital wing with the permanent goats horns.” He replied. ...Truth or not? Even one of those muggle lie detector machines couldn't tell. |
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Samantha walks into the Great Hall amazed. "Just how I thought it would look like," she muttered. She ran towards her house table silently. "Will I get any friends?" she thought. |
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SPOILER!!: Katie-poo ;P The Rabid Badger side of her was urging to kick this boy's butt SO BADLY, and it could only intensify as he waved a hand infront of her face. Oh dear Merlin. Please, PLEASE make him go away. Like now...before she like, bit his hand or something. Yuhu! Rabid Badger! "Yes, indeed, that is my name. Please don't wear it out." Hehe. Blarf. This meeting was going really bad. And what is he chuckling at? Must've been something he only found funny. Well that scrawny remark must've hit a nerve, Miranda contemplated as she saw him looking at himself. But...that small victory blew up in her face as the boy started to babble different dances. Sigh. No. Nopers... The what? Samba? "No, but I'm sure you'd love to teach me, right?" Did he really know how to do all those dances? "Why don't you show me some of your moves? I bet you're r-....really good." A small smile plumped up her cheeks. She was a bad liar, but thelling half truths were doable. Oh, he seemed to like the idea of Headmastering. Miranda would be really scared if that ever happened. Unless he like...matured, or something. "Yeah, I bet you would." She shook her head and blew a lock of black hair from her face. It didn't work. She blew again. Nope, it just swayed and stayed there, in. her. face. "Easy?" Beign headmaster looked way not easy. Nuh-huh. "Yeah, it probably is... when you're not busy having to see the faces of dead students or writing a letter home to the parents to let them know what happened." Her expression got sombre and she swallowed. Last term, alot of Hufflepuff's died by some weird events... Who's to say it wont happen again? "Or maybe you'd think it was a vacation trying to keep about a thousand students safe from harm." Miranda sighed and turned away from the boy again and started picking at her olive sallad. Turning back to the boy, she made a face of confusion. Whyyyy was he looking so...confused? Gosh, two confused people talking to eachother, can't be good. Maybe he had hit his head. Oh! She should take him to the Hospital Wing! Really, Miranda was seriously thinking he might've now, could it be the reason he was acting so strange? "Well, I'll remind you from time to time, just in case." Winked and popped an olive into her mouth. She actually gasped and gaped at the boy. Oliver was acting like she was the stupid one! Grrrowl. "You must really like the sound of your own voice, dude. WHY. ARE. YOU. TALKING. SO. LOUD?" She said loudly aswell. Like really, dude, there was no need for that loudness! He would try and teach her? Snort. "Oh well, I will try not to 'dissapoint' you then." Sarcasm dripped from her words. "Depends with what you mean by 'fly'. Like, what would you define as flying? Hmmm?" Now she was just making him think she was interested in talking to him so she keep continue eating while he babbled on. Mwahahahaha! He looked like he was on the verge of getting the flappers out of there! Maybe he would! Oh no he didn't! He just touched her face! Ew, who know what sort of germs he has on his hands! But as her head was turned, she saw her housmate and dropped the act, hoping the person next to her wouldn't freak out. She slapped his hand away from her face and huffed. "I'm not gonna vom! And don't dare touch me with your infested hands again!" Oh no, he was definitely brining out the bad side of her. She noticed how he looked like his sides were aching from his silly laughing and she elbowed him righ...there. She wasn't supposed to do this...during a game. Hehe! And now he was staring at her. She blushed a little and looked away. Oh, please don't let me have anything on my face. So...he had been expelled? Maybe? "Goat horns?" Miranda formed her lips as she was about to say something, but nothing came out. "I don't even know what to say to that..." She shrugged like she'd had a meltdown, like it didn't really matter and looked over at her neighbour before looking back at the boy. "So, the boy got the permanent horns...and you got this?" Her hand gestured to his face. What did she mean? Miranda didn't even know anymore. |
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Now that his ex girlfriend was doing better, Torin made his way over to the Hufflepuff table and sat down among his classmates. Finally he was here where he belonged. And finally he could eat. As he heaped food on his plate, he couldn't help but think that this was the first meal he had had in about a year where he wasn't with Tammy. And that thought depressed him so much. He sighed sadly. |
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"Rowan perhaps?" he said aloofly with a quizzical grin. Somehow I don't think that is right, but the right one hasn't come to me yet. Aaaanndd I'm curious to see what will happen. |
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"Because I think everybody in this place is willing to know what is going on." she replied harshly in her language, her birth language, which was undoubtly English. "Just because you and I know perahps more languges than any other student in this place, this doesn't give us the right to act all superior like you are so fond of doing." she pointed out. He wanted to play? Just wait... "Lady Silver was perfectly fine until you came along." she answered with a fake smile, not taking her eyes off of him. She only blinked at the mention of an Irish name, until she reminded what it was all about. "Not in a million years, Mr. Koizumi." Wasn't she as nice as he was? |
SPOILER!!: Claudia Hehehehehe... Daaaaaaancing! Oliver nodded enthusiastically. “I'd love to teach you." He began to move, squeezing his way out from between Miranda and the Hufflepuff on his other side. He grinned at her and took her hand. “Come on then. You don't expect me to stand here and dance on my own do you?” because that would look foolish when it wasn't in the context of a Victory house sorting dance. hehe. The amusement in his face faltered. Wow.. way to turn a good conversation depressing. “Why was he seeing dead faces? Is he one of these psychics that can talk to dead people?” Creepy. Then he frowned as what she was saying sunk in. “Do people die a lot here?” Why hadn't his sister mentioned this? His dad wouldn't have sent him here if he knew that! “Pfft.. It would be a doddle. This school is charmed and protected, is it not?” Why was she spoiling his daydream of power? She was a nice girl but Oliver was learning she could be VERY gloomy. His nose crinkled. She seemed awfully chuffed with herself as she sat stuffing her face with olives. “You don't have to remind me again.” He pouted. There was no need for such rudeness. Gosh... this Miranda girl wasn't half changeable. He frowned at her and huffed a little, folding his arms. “I WAS TALKING LOUD...” oops. “....I mean, I was talking loud because you didn't understand what I was saying. And I know my accent isn't THAT strong so I figured it was your ears.” Obviously it wasn't – she was just being obtuse. He was starting to get annoyed now and the small sigh he let out gave him away a little. Perhaps his skin wasnt all that thick after all. “You're just being stupid now. I think you know fine well what I mean by flying.. unless...” They did teach it here, right? He had a little internal panic and looked around frantically, his eyes settling on the staff table. “Who's the flying professor?” He asked her trying to keep the sudden panic out of his voice. NO WAY! He couldn't be at a school with no FLYING!!!! This would be like a three year sentence in Azkaban for Oliver if there wasn't. Germ infested hands!? Mean girl! He laughed though and placed his hand on her cheek and left it there as payback. “Gonna give you cooties!!” he sang to her, then removed his hand. “How bloody old are you? ...Cooties.” tsk. “My hands are perfectly clean. I'll have you know that it was just last month that I had my annual shower.” Mwhahahahaha! She asked for that. Eh? What was she on about now? “Got what?” he asked innocently. He knew she was trying to insult him. As if he would give her the satisfaction. |
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As her friend spoke, the third year nodded slowly, feeling very conflicted. As hard as it would be to get used to calling Sarah 'Prefect Sarah' it felt even more uncomfortable calling a Prefect by their first name only. It was akin to calling Professer Shackleton-Clark 'Shackleton-Clark'. The very thought made the brunette squirm slightly. But, Sarah said she wanted Wesley to call her just Sarah. So just Sarah it would be. "I won't, promise," she whispered just as quietly, eyes wide with sincerity. No one had ever yelled at her at Hogwarts for getting in trouble. Wesley hoped that would always be the case. She couldn't imagine Sarah screaming. She didn't want to imagine Sarah screaming. Nodding, so as not to interrupt Sarah's speaking, Wesley became very, very still, soaking up the information like a sponge. "Wow." she said softly, at loss for words. Being a prefect was awe inspiring. It was such a huge job, and she couldn't even begin to picture herself doing it. Sarah, Torin, Vannessa, Tammy, and Dominic- they were so amazing! They were so brave! Satisfied she hadn't asked anything illegal, Wesley grinned at Sarah's comment. She loved people. "Iris, Santine, Lucia-" Though not yet finished, the Hufflepuff stopped. The...the somebody was talking. SPOILER!!: speach Chin wobbling, the tiny teenager's eyes soon filled with tears. Headmaster Tate seemed like a nice guy - he had to be a nice guy. But, Wesley missed the old Headmaster. She missed Professor Truebridge. She missed Nurse Avalon. She missed her three fellow Hufflepuffs, of which she had never met. And at the words 'steel your spine,' Wesley began to fully cry. She didn't want to put steel in her spine! That sounded like it hurt - it sounded scary! And then, and then he started talking about students dieing. And learning. As if, as if Professer Truebridge hadn't know how to teach. He had! He had! Wesley did learn a lot- she learned that Rita Skeeter was a bad women and you should never trust the media and and and the lack of intake of oxygen was making it hard to think, but Wesley did know that she had learned! She really had! Sticking her chin out, she tried to keep it up, just like Headmaster Tate said, but it wasn't working. And that only made her sob harder. |
Being as inconspicuous as possible, Marcus left the staff table and headed through the hall and made his way to the Hufflepuff table. He sat down amongst a few of the students. "Good evening everyone. Glad to be back at school?" He kinda wished that the holidays had gone on for a little bit longer, the time had gone by so fast and he felt as though he didn't have much of a break. But he did like being back with the kids, probably because most of the time he was a big kid himself. |
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He continued disregarding her her harsh reception of him choosing to speak Gaelic over English. "I am not so certain that is a true statement, perhaps, but I think the students may surprise you. To me it sounds like you think we are superior. On the contrary, I don't believe that my linguistic skills make me any better than anyone else. I simply enjoy speaking Gaelic, I don't do it to act superior. That would be rude and ignorant Silver, that which I am not." Art stated calmly. "What is it anyone elses concern, I am curious? I am speaking to you, cutting in would be rude and eavesdropping anyway." he noted matter-of-factly. Hmm, didn't think that it was the right one. "Oh? Not in a million years? So it is incorrect, you don't have to be so unkind to the name though. It is still a nice name. By the way, fake smiles do not suit you in the least." he smiled at how she looked at him. You will never win that way dear. "Well?" he asked smiling. |
Towards the end there the compartment that he was sharing with his friends was pretty full. Though it was a good train ride, and he was glad that his train rides were so much fun. It would be a little boring if he had no-one to sit with like his train ride at the beginning of his fourth floor. This was going to be his second last opening feast, at least he would have one more after this, the food here was always so good and he was sure that he could never get full by eating the food here. Must be something to do with however the elves cooked it, he thought. As he found his way to the Hufflepuff table he looked around for anyone that he knew. He waved in the direction of Miranda as he spotted his little sister. He had lost his girlfriend on the way over here, she had had to go do prefecty stuff. As there was an open seat on one side of Miranda he made his way over to her and sat down beside her. "Hello Miranda," he greeted her. "How was your little trip with Brant?" He asked, his voice a little lower now, he hadn't had a chance to do so on the train so decided that now was as as good a time as anyone. |
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Ah it seemed the lad did not know about the position change. Would it be mean of him to pretend that he was still the DADA professor? It took Marcus a few good minutes to decide that it probably was but man he was tempted. "Well I'll be glad to see you in class young Cy but I am not teaching Defense this year." |
Lysander put on a fake smile and it turned into a slight smile.... "Mine was rarely quick Proffesor...." Lysander said openly... "I know you must hate this professor,and I know we havent talked in the past to get to know eachother I was wondering,if you allow me to.." Lysander took a pause. "If we could talk privately..because I have some thoughts i would like to share with you..." Lysander looked at the DADA Proffesor and had a worried look.. "And if we can get to know eachother...because I usually feel more comfortable around adults rather than my own peers." |
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A grin appeared as she waved back to him and watched him sit next to her. "Hi Ryder!" She greeted, still smiling, though it faltered a little as the frown appeared. Trip? And why was he talking so low, like it was a secret? "Um...What trip are you talking about?" Because she had no idea. |
Har har har Again from underneath the table, seeing as now a prefect was sitting with her Allison pointed at the new paper plane and under her breath once again said, "Wingradium Leviosa." She had no idea if it was okay to do magic during the feast, but she didn't see a problem with as she wasn't harming anyone. SPOILER!!: Arya or Anastasia >:P With hurried quickness once again, the plane flew towards the Hufflepuff table and began to poke Arya and Anastasia on the shoulder, hoping either would pick it up. |
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