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Entrance Hall Welcome to Hogwarts! All guests and residents enter and leave the castle through Hogwarts' two great oak front doors. Once inside the Hall, you'll notice newly cleaned marble floors, a majestic central staircase, large, iridescent arched windows, and numerous doors and staircases leading off from the hall. |
for robyn Abby was glad to be back in the familiar surroundings of Hogwarts she just wondered what else to do during the year that she was going to be here |
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"sorry, sorry...... got lost" thats all she could manage to say.. but hey she was a slytherin so meh. |
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"so what year are you in??? are you excited to be back?" nice Echo way to be super nice about it *beams* |
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"Its always crazy here" Echo added to the girls comment about what was going to happen this year, what didn't happen at this crazy place. |
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"I like seeing my cousin every now and again, shes in a different house than me so its normally during classes and meals but its nice, and comforting" smiles for the girl. "so is there anything famous or something that happened in this entrance way?" she asked for alot of the places in hogwarts had stories to them. |
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For Sarah! (potions HW 1) Norah sat smack in the middle of the Entrance hall, waiting waiting waiting for somebody Cinna to show up. It was Potions time, WOOOH! She held the flask of potion tightly in her hand, 'cause if she dropped it it'd be all sorts of bad news. Culloden sure wouldn't be happy for one thing, and she didn't really know what happened when you spilled a potion on the floor. It didn't really make sense for the potion to have the same effects on the floor as it did on people, right? She didn't think floors had feelings but she'd never been a floor before so how was she supposed to know? It wasn't nice to assume something didn't have feelings. Or so she thought. So there. With a quick glance around the still empty entrance hall, she laid down flat on her back and stared up at the ceiling, holding her flask as it rested on top of her tummy. Cinna would still see her, right? Right. |
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She was going to check out around the great hall first, then the kitchen and around the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. To the sixth years surprise she didn't have to do too much looking for Miss Norah. She didn't say anything yet just flopped down beside her on the floor. "Is this part of the homework? or are we starting a yoga group? if we are were going to need mats. " Because this floor was way to hard for this. |
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The fourth year held out her flask for Cinna to take. "Mine's a fear one," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Sorry 'bout that." Professor Culloden hadn't exactly told them that real live people were gonna have to drink this stuff, otherwise she'd have made a happier kind. She probably should've considered that beforehand but it wasn't the point. The point WAS...well she didn't really know yet. But she was gonna find one. "Do we just drink each others?" What was in her flask, hmmm? |
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She dug threw her bag and got out her flask of potion. She grinned and handed hers to Norah. "Sorry you're about to get angry." She took Norah's flask and looked at it. Fear, yeah? Well this should be interesting. The Gryffindor was pretty fearless you know. Not scared of anything, okay maybe a few things. Nothing is would admit to just anyone. One person pretty much them all. Nodding. "Yeah. I think that's what we are suppose to do." bottoms up? |
Potions HW 1 post 1 SPOILER!!: Cinna! Her eyes narrowed slowly, eyebrows creeping together and arms crossing in front of her chest. What. Was. SHE. Doing here. A Gryffindor? She was wasting her time with a GRYFFINDOR? Norah rose to her feet so she could glare down at Cinna. "What are YOU doing here? Who said you were allowed to?" Stupid Gryffindors thinking they could do whatever they wanted. She felt a heat rising in her chest as she continued to glare. Mad. Mad mad MAD. Everything was so AWFUL. Who decided it was okay for everything to get awful? She wasn't okay with that. It wasn't allowed. The awfulness had to go. Her voice rose to a shout. "Just leave me ALONE." Were there any puppies around here that she could kick? |
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Cinna seen Norah and jumped back, like scared little kitten. She blinked and bit her lip. OHMYGOD Norah was a big scary meanie face. She was scared of her. Cinna wanted her daddy. She took a few more steps back when she spoke to her. "I....I.....I umm. We're do...doing our p..p..potions homework." She was so that Norah was going to hurt her. Cold chills were popping up on her arms. Biting her lips even harder she could feel the pulse in it. Her first thought was to run, run as fast she could and get away from her. But fear kept the standing there. She jumped about ten feet in the air when her voice got louder. She crouched down. "S...s...sorry." Oh my goodness she was going need a paper bag to breathe into. Panic from fear. PANIC FROM FEAR. |
Potions HW 1 post 2 SPOILER!!: Cinna! The fourth year straightened up to all five feet of her height and continued to glare at Cinna. PEASANT. She was just an itty bitty peasant who was messing up Norah's whole entire LIFE for some weird reason but she didn't even have time to think of what that reason was because she was far to busy glaring and being ANGRY. As a thought suddenly dawned on her, she rose to her tippy toes and pointed an accusing finger at the Gryffindor's chest. "Was it YOU? WAS IT YOU WHO TOOK MY CHOCOLATE FROG? I WAS SAVING THAT DUMB FROG. IT WAS MY FROG." Of course. How had she not seen it before? Of COURSE Cinna had broken into her dorm and gone under her bed and FOUND her chocolate frog that was gonna be her prize for doing this stupid homework. Of course she'd gotten past Leo the Lion who was guarding the frogs under there because Gryffindors were DUMB and did DUMB STUFF like breaking into dormitories and STEALING. OTHER. PEOPLE'S. DUMB. FROGS. |
for KATH and AIREY FAIRY He'd seen the posters, of course. The Pebbles posters. They were uncomfortably familiar too, Toby thought; that poor rock had gone missing far too many times in the last few years. With this... the third time, maybe? Last time it was him who'd had her, keeping her safe, but this time... not a clue. And it was SAD, okay? It was DEVASTATING. Toby knew how much Airey treasured Pebbles, and he was going to do his best to help find her. He'd grabbed a poster from his House table at breakfast and was taking it upon himself to hold it up to people's faces as the passed him in the Entrance Hall, saying, "Pebbles? Anyone seen Pebbles? We NEED to FIND PEBBLES." And so on and so forth. But THEN he'd had THE IDEA. Toby had CONNECTIONS, okay. To THINGS. He could help get the word out, right? And if there was something that could be done, then why not try to do it? Even as he circled the entrance hall, Some more poster waving, and then he would go look for him. Yes good plan. |
HI YOU *wiggles* Dragging his feet out of the Great Hall, and with a bit of ketchup from his hash browns unceremoniously dribbled on his suit near his enchanted breast pocket, the astronomer had every intention on taking his usual walking path around the Black Lake looking for Pebbles and nearly slammed himself into the seventh year waving his Missing poster about. Stutter stepping and pivoting with the grace of a centaur on ice, the astronomer mumbled an apology while trying his best not to make eye contact with the Hufflepuff. |
Anyone? Had ANYONE seen Pebbles? Someone had to have seen her. Rocks didn't just get up and wander of-... actually, given the amount of times this had happened, maybe they actually DID. Get up and wander off of their own accord. It was a possibility. Maybe he could talk to someone smarter than him and they could do some sort of- omgwhatshappening. He'd not been expecting to walk full pelt into Airey, but it had almost happened. Almost. There was a moment of rapid blinking where Toby took in what was happening on, processed the apology, and looked at the man properly. "It's okay, Professor. Um..." Um indeed. Toby wasn't used to seeing such a glum Airey. It hurt his heart a little bit, and the sads deepened. "I was just looking for you, and-" He realised suddenly that he was still holding the poster up in the air, and very quickly retracted it, feeling an immediate and unforgiving stab of guilt. Wow, way to go, shove a picture of the guy's LOST PET right in his face. Nice one Toby. "I... sorry." For... yeah. What was he saying? |
Pull it together, Flamsteed. You are not standing in the solitude of your office and acting ridiculously unprofessional in the presence of students. Inhaling deeply and holding the breath in for several painfully silent moments, the astronomer exhaled slowly and allowed his eyes to close. Refocusing. Compartmentalizing. Putting the emotions into a box and then that box into another box and sending... Alright, no. Don't go down the comedic route again with those thoughts. Just...tuck it all away. Opening his eyes now, they focused on Mr. Toby and even managed a weak smile. The sort of smile one would expect from someone who had just stepped on a rusty nail and was trying to hide the fact that their foot was not in agony. "Thank you, Mr. Toby. I know Pebbles means an awful lot to you as well," he said with a polite nod. The seventh year had, after all, taken care of her after the whole Hookstead incident. |
Even though Professor Airey was acting, like... super weird, Toby sort of... recognised what he was doing or at least what he THOUGHT he was doing. Like... centering himself or something. Pulling himself together. Controlling emotions. Not far off from being accurate, really, though if he knew exactly about how he was shoving his emotions away, Toby would have been able to relate. A whole lot. The smile wasn't a normal Flamsteed smile, but Toby would take it. He met it with one of his own; not a gleeful grin or anything like that, Merlin knew he couldn't even manage one of those at the moment. But... a sympathetic smile, hopefully. "Well, y'know... I just wanted to help you, uh... find her and stuff," he replied, unwittingly using That Word. "I had an idea, actually. Something that might help? I'm on The Quill, aren't I? I thought I could perhaps... write an article. Get the word out and stuff." Toby watched Airey carefully, trying to gauge his reaction, even though he had an abysmal track record of reaction-gauging. "What do you think?" Obviously he still had yet to consult Gabe, but surely he'd be okay with this. PET ROCKS and HAPPINESS were at stake. |
You know what Airey Flamsteed was not doing at this moment? Crying. He most certainly was not. He was also most certainly not wibbling his lip while trying to keep himself from the not crying he was doing. He also did not pretend to pinch the bridge of his nose so that he could dry his eyes with his thumb and index finger. His voice also did not crack as he spoke next. Only all of the above totally DID happen. "You are truly one of a kind, Mr. Toby," he said, this time showing the Hufflepuff a genuine smile full of pearly white teeth. "I would be even more in your debt were you to do much such an honor." A thought suddenly crossed his mind as he gazed upon the seventh year. He would never admit to picking favorites, and that was NOT what he was doing right now FOR THE RECORD, but there was something unique about his relationship with the Hufflepuff. Something that needed to be immortalized somehow. Somehow so that in .... oh 10 or so years down the road when they met again at a reunion or whenever they met in the streets of Diagon Alley they could.... YES! That was it! And just the sort of positive distraction he needed right now. Sticking his arm out towards Mr. Tem....Toby, he waited for the young man to accept it. |
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