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For what purpose is a reunion held, if not to send its attendees on a trip down memory lane? Upon entering the Chamber of Reception, your eyes are immediately drawn to the portion of the festivities meant to do just that: the yearbook display. Dispersed throughout the room are a multitude of tall but thin glass stands, each labeled with a year in large, bold numbers and decorated in streamers of every house color. A Hogwarts yearbook with dates matching its stand is set atop every foundation, easily accessible to reminiscent alumni.
Don't wait another moment! Find the yearbooks of your years at Hogwarts, flip a page or two with your former classmates, and reflect on what used to be.
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Originally Posted by Colley
.........."What?" What? What had she said? Hufflepuff? Well, obviously she knew that Robbie was not a Hufflepuff. She had not married a Hufflepuff. But honestly, she wasn't very sure why she had said that. Was she getting dehydrated? She was very thirsty. "Of course. Slytherin. Right." RIGHT. They were both Slytherins.
Right?
Was she a Hufflepuff?
No. No way in hell.
RIGHT. Pfffffffft. Robbie was STILL insulted, and stinging that his wife, HIS OWN WIFE of TEN YEARS NOW thought he was a Hufflepuff. "I thought you knew me better," he murmured, flipping to the page where HER picture was featured. Because he was a GOOD SPOUSE and KNEW his wife's House and Year and favorite color and least favorite candle scent and ALL THE OTHER IMPORTANT THINGS.
He huffed like a puff sniffed impatiently and pointed young!D out to adult!D.
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Originally Posted by Con_Stripes
Shoulder tapping. Ethan looked up when his brother-in-law addressed him and after a slightly too long moment, he nodded. "Things are good." Possibly. He suspected that any sort of elaboration or feel that he should really break down what Robbie meant by 'things' was unnecessary. "I lost Annie." Somewhere. Somehow. He'd lost HIS Hufflepuff, as it was.
... he regarded Delilah and tried not to be to wary of the belly. Pregnant women were dangerous creatures. Annie had been worse than a nundu. He still had nightmares. Ethan Truebridge inclined his head respectfully at her and said nothing. Safer that way.
He'd found himself in this yearbook. About twelve or so years old, in his Slytherin robes. Very unsettling. He could see his son in his own face. He wondered if Annie had seen it, this old yearbook. Could he take it from here? Hmm. Take the book to Annie, wherever she was. Maybe he would go sit in her office, take a plate, let her find him. She would have pictures of David in there, he could compare the pictures properly.
He went back to examining it, leaving the Bunbury branch of his family to do as they pleased.
Because that was what Bunburys did, in his experience.
"She's back by the donation box," Robbie suggested to Ethan without looking up from the yearbook. "I saw her firehead." Why couldn't he lose HIS wife the way Zan had lost his? Robbie peeked at Delilah from the corner of his eye... naw, naaaaaaw, she couldn't read his thoughts right now. Not at all.
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Originally Posted by Govoni
This particular issue was riveting...There had been something in the school's ice cream supply that had cause some sort of mental break....And that poor man who'd died. It was just terrible reading about death...He'd been so handsome, too. Why did it always seem to be the best looking ones? Couldn't beauty be spared?
...and someone was clearly trying to get her attention.
Finally turning from the yearbook, the blonde blinked...but then grinned widely. One person she wasn't opposed to seeing..."What?!"STAGE WHISPER!
Cassie continued the theatrics as Marilyn whispered back. She had to try really hard fighting back the giggles however.
"Two of the biggest and most beautiful bombshells are back at Hogwarts...I don't think this school will be able to handle it." Nope nope, Hogwarts just wasn't ready to handle two sticks of dynamites just yet. She finally laughed and walked over for a hug.
"How are you Mar? I love the outfit."
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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy
Cassie continued the theatrics as Marilyn whispered back. She had to try really hard fighting back the giggles however.
"Two of the biggest and most beautiful bombshells are back at Hogwarts...I don't think this school will be able to handle it." Nope nope, Hogwarts just wasn't ready to handle two sticks of dynamites just yet. She finally laughed and walked over for a hug.
"How are you Mar? I love the outfit."
Hugs! Yes, the hug was appreciated...and Marilyn squeezed back, laughing at her friend's dramatic introduction. Long since were the days when she could call herself a 'bombshell'. Pregnancy and motherhood could do that to a lady.
Though, Cassie, indeed, still had it. "Look at YOU killing the black. This dress looks fantastic on you."...with her showing a bit of leg. Cassie had always been fabulous, though. Chic and designer. Mar missed the days when she could be so frivolous.
".....and I'm well! How are YOU, though? Have some gorgeous man here with you this evening?" Yes, Marilyn was being nosy.
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Originally Posted by Govoni
Hugs! Yes, the hug was appreciated...and Marilyn squeezed back, laughing at her friend's dramatic introduction. Long since were the days when she could call herself a 'bombshell'. Pregnancy and motherhood could do that to a lady.
Though, Cassie, indeed, still had it. "Look at YOU killing the black. This dress looks fantastic on you."...with her showing a bit of leg. Cassie had always been fabulous, though. Chic and designer. Mar missed the days when she could be so frivolous.
".....and I'm well! How are YOU, though? Have some gorgeous man here with you this evening?" Yes, Marilyn was being nosy.
Cassie gave Marilyn a little strut, fierceness and all."Thank you, my designer friend got it done for me." And boy did she love it. It showed a little something something in all the right places. "I love love love the details of your dress though." It was so cute.
She wanted to talk about Livvy and ask what the little one was up to and if she was getting even more fabulous but they had time so all those questions would have to wait until a little later.
"I'm great. I'm here with Noel Laurent." French and deathly gorgeous. "Do you remember him? He was the tri-wizard champ for Beauxbaton." Gosh Noel had been such a wonderful friend to he rover the years."Anyways, what about you? Did you come with someone or are you girl powering through the evening?"
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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy
Cassie gave Marilyn a little strut, fierceness and all."Thank you, my designer friend got it done for me." And boy did she love it. It showed a little something something in all the right places. "I love love love the details of your dress though." It was so cute.
She wanted to talk about Livvy and ask what the little one was up to and if she was getting even more fabulous but they had time so all those questions would have to wait until a little later.
"I'm great. I'm here with Noel Laurent." French and deathly gorgeous. "Do you remember him? He was the tri-wizard champ for Beauxbaton." Gosh Noel had been such a wonderful friend to he rover the years."Anyways, what about you? Did you come with someone or are you girl powering through the evening?"
"Olivia helped me pick it out. My child has style, I will say." The little diva she was...Or PRINCESS, as Livvy liked to believe. Marilyn had long since decided she'd take credit for her fashion sense.....as Carter was (and probably always would be) incapable of dressing himself. Bless his stylists.
Looping her arm in Cassie's, she steered her friend towards another section of yearbooks; more recent than their graduation years...but older than the ones she'd just been looking through. And Marilyn DID remember Noel..."Just friends?"...and it was clear that Mar assumed something was going on between the two. Denial was futile.
...and THAT earned Cassie a SMIRK. "Pssh. Men find me hard to handle...and I find them inadequate." Casual. "So, it's just me...braving the judgmental stares of the alumni for the night." Smirk, smirk, smirk.
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We're on each other's team._____
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Originally Posted by Govoni
"Olivia helped me pick it out. My child has style, I will say." The little diva she was...Or PRINCESS, as Livvy liked to believe. Marilyn had long since decided she'd take credit for her fashion sense.....as Carter was (and probably always would be) incapable of dressing himself. Bless his stylists.
Looping her arm in Cassie's, she steered her friend towards another section of yearbooks; more recent than their graduation years...but older than the ones she'd just been looking through. And Marilyn DID remember Noel..."Just friends?"...and it was clear that Mar assumed something was going on between the two. Denial was futile.
...and THAT earned Cassie a SMIRK. "Pssh. Men find me hard to handle...and I find them inadequate." Casual. "So, it's just me...braving the judgmental stares of the alumni for the night." Smirk, smirk, smirk.
"Oh my, she did? I'll have to borrow her sometimes for when Brides come in for dress fits. Some of them could use the help. Livvy would enjoy that wouldn't she?" One thing was for sure The little girl did NOT get that trait from her dad. Cassie had to help Carter get dressed plenty of time in the past.
Cassie allowed Marilyn to lead her and as she idly scanned the yearbook covers. She laughed and nodded. "Yessss just friends." Or well...it was a little bit more but not much more than that. "We don't have a label to what we are but if we had to have a label then we'd be friends." She did adore the french man though. He saved her so many times without even knowing it.
The Ex-hufflepuff laughed and nodded. "Yes to everything. You are hard to handle and men are indeed inadequate." She could give a testimony or two on the inadequacies of the male specie. "I don't think people will notice...and if they do, you know just how to handle them don't you?"
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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy
"Oh my, she did? I'll have to borrow her sometimes for when Brides come in for dress fits. Some of them could use the help. Livvy would enjoy that wouldn't she?" One thing was for sure The little girl did NOT get that trait from her dad. Cassie had to help Carter get dressed plenty of time in the past.
Cassie allowed Marilyn to lead her and as she idly scanned the yearbook covers. She laughed and nodded. "Yessss just friends." Or well...it was a little bit more but not much more than that. "We don't have a label to what we are but if we had to have a label then we'd be friends." She did adore the french man though. He saved her so many times without even knowing it.
The Ex-hufflepuff laughed and nodded. "Yes to everything. You are hard to handle and men are indeed inadequate." She could give a testimony or two on the inadequacies of the male specie. "I don't think people will notice...and if they do, you know just how to handle them don't you?"
"Well, process of elimination. She thought the white was very 'princess'y...as opposed to the green and blue dresses I'd picked out. She knew best, of course." Eye-rolling. There was no arguing with an eight year old...with a 'princess' complex. If people didn't know..."...and you know she'd love that. Whenever you want to take her off my hands for a day, be my guest." Mommies needed mommy time, thanks.
...and nope, Marilyn wasn't fooled...and Cassie only confirmed her suspicions with the 'label' speech. She squeezed her friend's arm. "I'm happy for you...with whatever it is. Are you happy?" She seemed happy...but one couldn't always be sure. Cassie hid things well...Even better than Marilyn at times...
Like right now, nothing needed to be hidden. She'd came a long way with everything and was happy. Sans a man. The drama was tiresome...and there was no place for it in her life. ESPECIALLY not with her daughter. Perhaps that was WHY she was so hard to handle. Hard exterior for protecting miss Livvy. "Let them gossip like tired old bitties...I'm just glad we get to be back here together." It was easier to weather with an ally, for certain.
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We're on each other's team._____
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
RIGHT. Pfffffffft. Robbie was STILL insulted, and stinging that his wife, HIS OWN WIFE of TEN YEARS NOW thought he was a Hufflepuff. "I thought you knew me better," he murmured, flipping to the page where HER picture was featured. Because he was a GOOD SPOUSE and KNEW his wife's House and Year and favorite color and least favorite candle scent and ALL THE OTHER IMPORTANT THINGS.
He huffed like a puff sniffed impatiently and pointed young!D out to adult!D.
"She's back by the donation box," Robbie suggested to Ethan without looking up from the yearbook. "I saw her firehead." Why couldn't he lose HIS wife the way Zan had lost his? Robbie peeked at Delilah from the corner of his eye... naw, naaaaaaw, she couldn't read his thoughts right now. Not at all.
Robbie was being dramatic!Bunbury. He did that so well, it definitely had something to do with the family genes, and unfortunately, their daughter seemed to have taken it up as well. "Alright. I'm sorry." There, an apology, a rare thing for one to get from Delilah. He was going to milk this one for all it was worth, though, she had that feeling.
But it was way definite that her yearbook picture was b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.
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Originally Posted by Colley
Robbie was being dramatic!Bunbury. He did that so well, it definitely had something to do with the family genes, and unfortunately, their daughter seemed to have taken it up as well. "Alright. I'm sorry." There, an apology, a rare thing for one to get from Delilah. He was going to milk this one for all it was worth, though, she had that feeling.
But it was way definite that her yearbook picture was b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.
Obviously.
"Merlin's beard," Robbie intoned in a hush-hush voice now, "did I just get an apology from Delilah Moretti?" He held the yearbook up to his ear as though the younger version of his wife were talking to him. "Nope, nope, it just sounds like paper." He set the book back down and closed its cover with a whoooooooooooosh. "That apology must have come straight from the mouth of.... oh! Oh! My! Delilah BUNBURY?! Who would have thought! The woman married a dirty, rotten Slytherpuff."
He dramatically put one hand over his heart and the other on his forehead as though he were feeling faint. "Somebody call a Healer --- no wait, call me, because I'm qualified to cure myself. Haah ha hahaha ho haaaaaaa heeeee."
He was laughing at his own joke, loudly. Was Delilah embarrassed yet? Really, her apology had been enough, so Robbie should probably knock it off now if he wanted her to stick by him for the rest of this reunion. In 4 .... 3 ..... 2 ...... 1 ....yep, he would go back to being civilized. The curly-haired man straightened out the sweater he was wearing under his suit jacket and gently took his wife's hand again.
"Let's go get something to eat." And something to drink, for him, not that he apparently needed the liquid encouragement to act ridiculous.
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Originally Posted by sarahlooo
She wasn't really sure where to start. It was a kind of last minute decision to go to this thing, though she had been debating for quite some time now. But she last minute found a nice dress, found someone to watch her daughter (disregarding her "but I'm thirteen, mom!" complaints), slipped on some heels and showed up to the party.
After grabbing a glass of water, Kat kept walking. She saw some people going into the room off to the side of the Great Hall and followed them. Inside she saw tons of yearbooks from the past and also the donation center. There were a few people observing the yearbooks and she happened to peer over one man's shoulder just as he was looking at a picture of..... himself? "Was that you?" she asked with a grin as he turned the page, stepping beside him. She didn't even want to know what she looked like that long ago.
Charely had been about to flip the page when he felt a presence near him. It wasn't Wade or Vic as the sound confirmed. Not that he had been expecting them to be with him here. Was that you?
Turning his head slightly to see a woman beside him. He smiled a little back at her. "Yes is it." He didn't turn the page incase she was still looking at it. "Hard to believe, isn't it?" Considering the amount of years since that picture was taken.
Fee still couldn't believe she was actually here...this was crazy. They all had spent their teenage years here and it was such a great feeling to be back, to see all the people again. Even though it was still kind off sad some of them couldn't make it the blonde was sure this was gonna be a blast.
Wandering around a little just taking it all in, she passed the yearbook display. Oh wow...the yearbook. Maybe she could find hers? The journalist had nooo idea what she had put in there but it surely would be fun to read.
Coming closer Fee noticed a dude standing there and he looked really familiar from behind. Yes people could look familiar for behind. She had to see his face. Approaching him she took a discrete look.
OH MY GOD!
"Kennedy?!?!?!?!" Was this for real?!
Kennedy almost dropped the yearbook in his hands at the exclamation of his name. Thank Merlin for hard earned fast reflexes, he only managed to shut the book rather than drop it. Who was so darn excited to see him? He...
OH!
"Feenella?" He blinked several times. It was her. He'd recognize her face anywhere, even if he hasn't seen her in ages. She was so Fee. "Holy mother of dragons, it is you." He wasn't so keen as to start hugs, but this one warranted for it. First friend he made in the Wizarding world, of course she was getting a hug.
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Originally Posted by Govoni
"Well, process of elimination. She thought the white was very 'princess'y...as opposed to the green and blue dresses I'd picked out. She knew best, of course." Eye-rolling. There was no arguing with an eight year old...with a 'princess' complex. If people didn't know..."...and you know she'd love that. Whenever you want to take her off my hands for a day, be my guest." Mommies needed mommy time, thanks.
...and nope, Marilyn wasn't fooled...and Cassie only confirmed her suspicions with the 'label' speech. She squeezed her friend's arm. "I'm happy for you...with whatever it is. Are you happy?" She seemed happy...but one couldn't always be sure. Cassie hid things well...Even better than Marilyn at times...
Like right now, nothing needed to be hidden. She'd came a long way with everything and was happy. Sans a man. The drama was tiresome...and there was no place for it in her life. ESPECIALLY not with her daughter. Perhaps that was WHY she was so hard to handle. Hard exterior for protecting miss Livvy. "Let them gossip like tired old bitties...I'm just glad we get to be back here together." It was easier to weather with an ally, for certain.
Cassie laughed. She was definitely an Olivia when she was younger so she did appreciate the little girl's 'eye' for fashion. Anything white and lacy was princessy and there was no debating that. "If it's worth anything I think you would have rocked the blue or green dress."
The woman's eyes lit up brightly. "Great I'll come pick her up one day and we'll go crazy at my office." She could be the cool aunt that the kiddies loved because, shopping trips and complete spoiling. Yes.
Okay so Marilyn didn't buy and to be honest Cassie wasn't sure she bought it herself....she just didn't want to get ahead of herself with what was 'happening'."I am in a good place. I was so sad for so long that I don't even know what happy feels like..but yeah..I think I am." She smiled at Marilyn for good measure. "What about you? Are you happy? And I know Olivia gives you all the joy in the world but I mean...happy in the other way..."
Cassie chuckled. "I'm glad to be back together too. It wouldn't have been right being back here without you, considering we pretty much own Hogwarts in our last year." True story.
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Originally Posted by Charely Potter
Charely had been about to flip the page when he felt a presence near him. It wasn't Wade or Vic as the sound confirmed. Not that he had been expecting them to be with him here. Was that you?
Turning his head slightly to see a woman beside him. He smiled a little back at her. "Yes is it." He didn't turn the page incase she was still looking at it. "Hard to believe, isn't it?" Considering the amount of years since that picture was taken.
Aww, he was a cutie. Still was. Well, more handsome, she thought as she quickly observed his appearance. "Time does fly," she added with a tone of slight nostalgia. Not that she wished to go back to her Hogwarts days -- they were long gone and over with and that was okay with her. She had had a good life. And was still kicking.
Kat moved forward and flipped open the book that was next to him. "So, you were a Hufflepuff," she started, gathering from his picture she spotted a moment previous. "As you got older, did you keep hold of that everyday, or did you find yourself wondering if you were still the loyal badger you used to be?" Just out of curiosity. Kat hadn't kept in touch with hardly anyone from Hogwarts and this man was falling victim to her ability to start up a conversation with anyone.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
"Merlin's beard," Robbie intoned in a hush-hush voice now, "did I just get an apology from Delilah Moretti?" He held the yearbook up to his ear as though the younger version of his wife were talking to him. "Nope, nope, it just sounds like paper." He set the book back down and closed its cover with a whoooooooooooosh. "That apology must have come straight from the mouth of.... oh! Oh! My! Delilah BUNBURY?! Who would have thought! The woman married a dirty, rotten Slytherpuff."
He dramatically put one hand over his heart and the other on his forehead as though he were feeling faint. "Somebody call a Healer --- no wait, call me, because I'm qualified to cure myself. Haah ha hahaha ho haaaaaaa heeeee."
He was laughing at his own joke, loudly. Was Delilah embarrassed yet? Really, her apology had been enough, so Robbie should probably knock it off now if he wanted her to stick by him for the rest of this reunion. In 4 .... 3 ..... 2 ...... 1 ....yep, he would go back to being civilized. The curly-haired man straightened out the sweater he was wearing under his suit jacket and gently took his wife's hand again.
"Let's go get something to eat." And something to drink, for him, not that he apparently needed the liquid encouragement to act ridiculous.
More dramatics. Delilah crossed her arms and watched with a sort of dangerous look in her eye. She was not embarrassed, no, but she did think her husband was acting a tad erratic and she was getting annoyed. Did he not see this mountain of baby she had to live with every day? Did he not remember how ill this pregnancy had made her? She was doing this for him and she was here for him and he was making her a crazy person.
She was about to leave him there to it, when he suddenly decided to act normal again. So she relented to going with him, though she didn't say anything.
Because she didn't have anything nice to say and she was attempting to be a good person or something.
Merlin please, please let her babies be more Moretti than Bunbury.
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Originally Posted by sarahlooo
Aww, he was a cutie. Still was. Well, more handsome, she thought as she quickly observed his appearance. "Time does fly," she added with a tone of slight nostalgia. Not that she wished to go back to her Hogwarts days -- they were long gone and over with and that was okay with her. She had had a good life. And was still kicking.
Kat moved forward and flipped open the book that was next to him. "So, you were a Hufflepuff," she started, gathering from his picture she spotted a moment previous. "As you got older, did you keep hold of that everyday, or did you find yourself wondering if you were still the loyal badger you used to be?" Just out of curiosity. Kat hadn't kept in touch with hardly anyone from Hogwarts and this man was falling victim to her ability to start up a conversation with anyone.
"It certainly does." Charely admitted. He was interested in seeing her picture now, since they're going on about comparisons. Not that it was necessary to him given how easy on the eyes she was. "That's right I was. How about you?" Unless she happened to have graduated from another school in which case meant that she wasn't alone. Hmm.
Rather than get caught up in that thought, "I like to think subconsciously the pride and some qualities of being a badger had stayed with me despite my family having been sorted elsewhere." Naturally however, "Seeing my son who had later become one too just about awoken it." A deep question no doubt, "How do you feel with yours?" Whether or not she was in Hufflepuff as he didn't quite know.
Oh. Donation box. In the entrance hall wasn't it? Hmm. Ethan considered heading that way but he got distracted by his picture again. Perhaps duplicate it? Probably he should venture. He might run into someone he should talk to, given this was supposed to be a reunion.... though really, the priority for said reuniting was Anastasia Truebridge.
He duplicated the picture, put the yearbook back, and then headed out into the main Great Hall.
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Years ago, if anyone had ever said Renée would have felt surreal going back to Hogwarts, she would have laughed. Even now, she was finding it rather amusing, yet it was true. Although the truth was that the only reason she was finding it so surreal was because she was having a hard time deciding why she was back. So far she hadn’t seen anyone wandering around the reunion that she’d graduated with, yet she’d seen quite a few that she recalled teaching during her short tenure as a professor. That was likely the reason she was finding the reunion so amusing, as well as just entertaining herself with theories as to why Jared hadn’t chosen to come with her. Just because he hadn’t been a student hadn’t meant he wouldn’t have been welcome. She knew that for a fact, just as much as she knew that was likely the exact same reason he wasn’t there with her. Instead, he was home with Seraphine, unless he’d decided to take their daughter out for an adventure.
And she was here. She’d thought about wandering over to the Ravenclaw table, just to see if there was anyone there who she’d graduated with, but instead she’d meandered her way over to the stands holding an array of yearbooks. Along with a scattering of people both looking at their old memories, as well as just having all sorts of conversations. She wasn’t about to interrupt, either verbally or otherwise, and she’d decided to go glance at the books from the years she’d taught. Those held very different memories from the ones from when she’d been a student, yet for the most part they weren’t bad memories. Just different ones, that had turned her path in the way it had ultimately headed.
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Kennedy almost dropped the yearbook in his hands at the exclamation of his name. Thank Merlin for hard earned fast reflexes, he only managed to shut the book rather than drop it. Who was so darn excited to see him? He...
OH!
"Feenella?" He blinked several times. It was her. He'd recognize her face anywhere, even if he hasn't seen her in ages. She was so Fee. "Holy mother of dragons, it is you." He wasn't so keen as to start hugs, but this one warranted for it. First friend he made in the Wizarding world, of course she was getting a hug.
"How've you been?"
Fee couldn't believe it was actually him. The Kennedy. Like wow, she hadn't seen him in ages. He had nothing of his little shy boy thing going on anymore. He had grown into a proper good looking man. Wow. Fee was a little gobsmacked.
"Yes Yes its me, the one and only", the blonde grinned as she hugged him back. This reunion was going great. She remembered them having ice cream the summer before his first year at Hogwarts like it was yesterday. Sigh. The good old times.
Giving him a little squish she grinned at the man in front of her. " I've been great. I am a journalist now." She really loved her job, all the people she got to meet... "What about you? Fill me in! I haven't seen you in ages!"
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Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy
Emmaleigh had been sitting over at one of the tables when she saw a flash of silver milling about. Was that him? She jumped to her feet immediately and tried to see if it was. and it was! Beaming, she excused herself from those she was with and hurried to that beacon of silver. "Uncle Corin!" she said colliding with him and giving him a big tight hug. "I didn't know you were going to be here. Is Vick here too?" She noticed the book he had been looking at before she had ran into him, literally. "Is this your yearbook?" she asked, leaning forward as he did to look at the picture on the page. "Is that you?"
Just as he was about to do the bad habit of over-criticizing his greying looks he felt something run into him, and braced himself just in time before his forehead collided with the glass. “Oh! Emmaleigh, its you.” the silverfox smiled warmly at the redhead. “Well this is a Governors-sponsored event, it wouldn’t be becoming of me to skip out on it.” Not after all the preparations and such. Even Corin understood that he too must enjoy the fruits of their collective labor.
“Ah yes Vick....” he paused as he looked at the former Hufflepuff sincerely “Last we spoke he said he received the invitation...” as they all did “... But I had to come here ahead to oversee preparations and he didn’t really say when he’s coming.” Or if he was coming. He gave a pensive smile to his nephew’s best friend “He’s doing quite well you know, breezing through his scholastics while maintaining his job, almost as if--” and he didn’t finish. He didn’t need to say it. Emmaleigh knew exactly what it was.
And she saw his yearbook. Theres a tiny part of him that wanted to turn Emmaleigh around so she didn’t have to see the chipmunk that stared out of the page-- but it was too late. “Yyes that’s me.” the Governor chuckled “I wasn’t always wrinkly or silver.” Or healthy for that matter.
"How are you finding the party? Anything you wish to add or have?"
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Years ago, if anyone had ever said Renée would have felt surreal going back to Hogwarts, she would have laughed. Even now, she was finding it rather amusing, yet it was true. Although the truth was that the only reason she was finding it so surreal was because she was having a hard time deciding why she was back. So far she hadn’t seen anyone wandering around the reunion that she’d graduated with, yet she’d seen quite a few that she recalled teaching during her short tenure as a professor. That was likely the reason she was finding the reunion so amusing, as well as just entertaining herself with theories as to why Jared hadn’t chosen to come with her. Just because he hadn’t been a student hadn’t meant he wouldn’t have been welcome. She knew that for a fact, just as much as she knew that was likely the exact same reason he wasn’t there with her. Instead, he was home with Seraphine, unless he’d decided to take their daughter out for an adventure.
And she was here. She’d thought about wandering over to the Ravenclaw table, just to see if there was anyone there who she’d graduated with, but instead she’d meandered her way over to the stands holding an array of yearbooks. Along with a scattering of people both looking at their old memories, as well as just having all sorts of conversations. She wasn’t about to interrupt, either verbally or otherwise, and she’d decided to go glance at the books from the years she’d taught. Those held very different memories from the ones from when she’d been a student, yet for the most part they weren’t bad memories. Just different ones, that had turned her path in the way it had ultimately headed.
On his way to grab more food, Salander ended up in the Year Book section of the event. Given that this is Salander that winning sense of direction shouldn’t be surprising. But hey he was here and he remembered he had some pretty awesome titles in these pages—although the only one that stuck to him was Future Minister of Magic, which he found flattering but completely preposterous. Does anyone have any idea how much a Minister makes in a year? Yeah see why?
Just as he was peering through one of the display cases he though he saw someone really familiar but haven’t seen in a long time, heck longer than most people at the event. He turned round the corner and smiled broadly. “Professor Bishop! Its good to see you here.”after you suddenly disappeared and broke his heart
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Originally Posted by Steelsheen
On his way to grab more food, Salander ended up in the Year Book section of the event. Given that this is Salander that winning sense of direction shouldn’t be surprising. But hey he was here and he remembered he had some pretty awesome titles in these pages—although the only one that stuck to him was Future Minister of Magic, which he found flattering but completely preposterous. Does anyone have any idea how much a Minister makes in a year? Yeah see why?
Just as he was peering through one of the display cases he though he saw someone really familiar but haven’t seen in a long time, heck longer than most people at the event. He turned round the corner and smiled broadly. “Professor Bishop! Its good to see you here.”after you suddenly disappeared and broke his heart
Browsing through the pages of the yearbook in front of her, Renée smiled slightly. There were so many fond memories, even if now that she thought about them, certain people figured quite prominently in quite a few of them. At least, when it came to her brief tenure as a professor here. There was no fault in that. It had just been fate, she imagined, but remembering things like Max possessed by the pirate captain was certainly amusing. Or the gossip paper twisting her lessons around on her. She imagined that one might have been her own fault, not knowing there were a few students who had an attraction to fire, but then, there was a reason her own specialty was in cards. They were safer, as well as her literary career. It didn’t change that there were moments where she regretted abandoning her teaching career, however. Answering Seraphine’s questions wasn’t quite the same.
Closing the yearbook in front of her, she had half-turned to wander away when a voice sounded from behind her and she was forced to turn back. “Why thank you, Mr. Salander,” she replied, giving her former student a smile. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard anyone call me that.” Not since her marriage, possibly even before then. She’d had so many different names over the years, it was sometimes hard to keep track. Yet even Arabella Edwards had been essentially retired for some time, ever since she’d finished her last book. She’d been content with closing that chapter of her life, however, whether or not her editors wanted to accept that.
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Fee couldn't believe it was actually him. The Kennedy. Like wow, she hadn't seen him in ages. He had nothing of his little shy boy thing going on anymore. He had grown into a proper good looking man. Wow. Fee was a little gobsmacked.
"Yes Yes its me, the one and only", the blonde grinned as she hugged him back. This reunion was going great. She remembered them having ice cream the summer before his first year at Hogwarts like it was yesterday. Sigh. The good old times.
Giving him a little squish she grinned at the man in front of her. " I've been great. I am a journalist now." She really loved her job, all the people she got to meet... "What about you? Fill me in! I haven't seen you in ages!"
Fee was so excited she just couldn't shut up.
"Careful. You might break me," he teased at her squish. She might have...nine years ago when they first met. Nine years and she was still stunning. Did she even age? She was a journalist. Kennedy's eyebrows rose, impressed. "You've made it far. How's that going?" Did she get to travel a lot? Or what, he wanted to know.
As for him, he smiled even more, pushing his jacket off the side of his belt buckle where a badge reflected the light in the Great Hall. "I'm an Auror." He smiled sheepishly. "Can you believe that?" Because there were still days when he woke up and couldn't believe it himself. Hard work does pay, he was proof.
Just as he was about to do the bad habit of over-criticizing his greying looks he felt something run into him, and braced himself just in time before his forehead collided with the glass. “Oh! Emmaleigh, its you.” the silverfox smiled warmly at the redhead. “Well this is a Governors-sponsored event, it wouldn’t be becoming of me to skip out on it.” Not after all the preparations and such. Even Corin understood that he too must enjoy the fruits of their collective labor.
“Ah yes Vick....” he paused as he looked at the former Hufflepuff sincerely “Last we spoke he said he received the invitation...” as they all did “... But I had to come here ahead to oversee preparations and he didn’t really say when he’s coming.” Or if he was coming. He gave a pensive smile to his nephew’s best friend “He’s doing quite well you know, breezing through his scholastics while maintaining his job, almost as if--” and he didn’t finish. He didn’t need to say it. Emmaleigh knew exactly what it was.
And she saw his yearbook. Theres a tiny part of him that wanted to turn Emmaleigh around so she didn’t have to see the chipmunk that stared out of the page-- but it was too late. “Yyes that’s me.” the Governor chuckled “I wasn’t always wrinkly or silver.” Or healthy for that matter.
"How are you finding the party? Anything you wish to add or have?"
Oops. She didn't mean to almost bang his head on the glass. That would have been bad. Quite embarrassing. “Of course its me. Who else would nearly damage your head? Oh yeah, I guess that’s true, and I'm glad you're here.” Because she didn't get to see him often enough.
“Oh,” her smiled faded a bit from her face, not sure if that meant he was here, or if he had decided to stay home. Both actually sounded like him. The next thing he said though did make her smile return, albeit a small one. “I know. Its... good having him back.” Even if he wasn’t entirely back to his old self. It still hurt her heart, all the things he had gone through, but she could definitely tell he was healing.
Emmaleigh grinned taking an even closer look at the photo. “Or wise, I'm sure.” she said pointing out that not all bad things come with age. “But, look how cute you were.” She pointed to his little face. It seemed her mommy instincts were flaring up.
“Oh, its really nice. I've been having a lot of fun getting caught up with friends, and meeting new people.” For some reason it was a lot easier to meet people at a reunion than it ever was at school. “The food is good too, they have my favorite Hogwarts meal. No sushi though.” Thanks to Vick, she had really come to enjoy it. “Just one thing though, Who was the idiot that insisted on house tables? It would be a lot better to actually get to sit with my boyfriend, and friends without feeling like someone is being pulled away from where they should be.” Like where would her and Uncle sit if they wanted to eat?
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"Careful. You might break me," he teased at her squish. She might have...nine years ago when they first met. Nine years and she was still stunning. Did she even age? She was a journalist. Kennedy's eyebrows rose, impressed. "You've made it far. How's that going?" Did she get to travel a lot? Or what, he wanted to know.
As for him, he smiled even more, pushing his jacket off the side of his belt buckle where a badge reflected the light in the Great Hall. "I'm an Auror." He smiled sheepishly. "Can you believe that?" Because there were still days when he woke up and couldn't believe it himself. Hard work does pay, he was proof.
"How am i supposed to break you? You've grown into a strong man." He might have the same kinda features still, but he definitely wasnt the teenage boy she had met years ago anymore. She still couldnt believe how handsome he looked. This growing up business had done him real good. Fee couldnt help but chuckle when his eyebrow rose. Was it that weird that she had turned out to be a journalist? "Its going great. At the moment i am writing for Witch Weekly, i've just been to Tokyo." Tokyo was greaaatt, so colourful and ....different.
Oh my god. Kennedy had become an auror?! LITTLE KENNEDY?! "I dont know what to say", she grinned," i am seriously impressed. Well done Kenny." That was insaaaane, he seriously had changed so much and yet she felt like they had seen each other just yesterday.
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"It certainly does." Charely admitted. He was interested in seeing her picture now, since they're going on about comparisons. Not that it was necessary to him given how easy on the eyes she was. "That's right I was. How about you?" Unless she happened to have graduated from another school in which case meant that she wasn't alone. Hmm.
Rather than get caught up in that thought, "I like to think subconsciously the pride and some qualities of being a badger had stayed with me despite my family having been sorted elsewhere." Naturally however, "Seeing my son who had later become one too just about awoken it." A deep question no doubt, "How do you feel with yours?" Whether or not she was in Hufflepuff as he didn't quite know.
"I was in Gryffindor," she stated with a small smile. Brave, reckless, whatever they wanted to call it. She was Gryffindor through and through as a student, all the good qualities and all the not so good.
Kat listened to what he had to say and found his answer very well thought out and interesting. It was better than she was expecting, actually. He was sorted differently than his family, too. Just like Kat and her sister, which wasn't too surprising at the time. She smiled when he mentioned her son getting sorted into the same house as he had. "A lot of times I felt like I stayed true to it." She idly flipped the pages of the next yearbook. "Though sometimes I didn't feel too brave," she added with a small smile. "As for my own daughter, I wonder what house she would be in. I have an in-home tutor for her. For now." It wasn't exactly... working.
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