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Trophy Room https://s26.postimg.cc/n9sdhk7fd/trophy-room-banner.jpg Connected to the Armour Gallery, the Trophy Room is where all awards, trophies, cups, plates, shields, statues, and medals are put on display behind crystal glass. Dating back centuries are the numerous achievements that have been made by those who've walked within these walls. When the sunlight shines through the windows and hits the glass just right, the items and names within glimmer and shine oh so bright. |
Ariana & Nina.... Arianina Drewett had recently found himself drawn to the trophy room. The mist definitely had a role to play in this newly found 'connection' of some sort. During his free time, when he wasn't actually in class or studying, the Ravenclaw would either be at the great hall having a snack or outside the grounds for some fresh air. The mist made sure those two places were no longer accessible to him, and so the fifth year needed some other place to keep himself busy and not bored. Right now, he was seated in the middle of the room with his knees pulled close to him as he looked around. He had gone through the tournament trophy names before, and it was interesting how a trophy from the 2050s was still intact. And another triwizard tournament too, after the one from 1994. Drewett had thought that they'd never happen again following the death of Cedric Diggory, but there it was. Concrete proof. He was particularly looking through the Hufflepuff student leader nameplates this time, and coming across the one engraved with 'Brian Woods' was quite uplifting. The Ravenclaw hoped her former tutor wasn't getting too worried. Drewett had never not replied to any of his letters before. The mist business was truly awful. |
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Nina needed air. She had almost forgotten how to breath, being kept in the Gryffindor Common Room so long. It was absolutely horrible. The stench of fresh sweat constantly infiltrated every corner, the RED was loud and headache inducing, the sheer amount of people was enough to inhibit any and all of her thought processes, and it was incredibly difficult balancing things when Calyx, Calloway, and Józef were all present in the same place at the same time. Her spaces to decompress were diminishing as well. She couldn't find her quiet crying nook on the seventh floor anymore, as every house occupied a space within the area now. She could not risk venturing into the library, as there were larger crowds their as well and she didn't fancy being seen around so many books. She didn't like finding sanctuary within empty classrooms, the risk of running into unsuspecting couples in compromising situations was far too high. And so Nina found herself in the Trophy Room for solace. An unlikely, yet surprisingly adequate space for the occasion. She slowly closed the door shut behind her, locking it from within using her wand. She hadn't yet noticed Drewett's presence, testing the doorknob to make sure the spell had worked. It did, of course. It wasn't until she turned around that she realized she wasn't alone. "Oh," she felt her heart-rate increase significantly. He probably had questions. Why had she locked the door? Why did her eyes look tired? She straightened her back, hoping that her stance didn't give way to how she was feeling, trying to remind herself that others noticed things far less than one thought them to. |
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Then and there, he recognized another nameplate, dated 2080-2081 from a former Hufflepuff head boy, that brought a tiny smile to his face. Hi, dad. There was no other Oakey Gunter that this one could think of, and from what his mum told him, dad was definitely head boy in his days. Close by, Drewett recognized a 'Dylan Montmorency' nameplate too. He knew well enough that he was dad's best friend. Drewett only realized he had been so into his thoughts that he was startled when someone else slipped into the room. He turned his head to look at her, an eyebrow slightly raised as he processed her general appearance without her noticing him yet. She looked tired. Drained. It was quite a mood if you asked him, but he'd never seen Nina like this before. She usually had herself composed whenever she was out in public. The Ravenclaw suddenly felt that maybe, just maybe, the fourth year wanted to be alone for whatever purpose it may be. See, she was even locking the door. ...Awkward. His green eyes met hers before he opened up his mouth. "Hello." So. Uhm. "Everything...okay?" Drewett had a lot more questions he wanted to ask but he certainly wasn't the type to bombard her with them. He didn't leave his spot on the floor just yet. |
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Because that would be a far better topic of conversation, right? The other thing would be far too uncomfortable. While some of her new dormmates liked to step into discomfort, Nina was quite the opposite. She loved her comfort zone. It was safe. And welcoming. And never asked too many questions. It's why she enjoyed spending time with Calloway. He never pushed her and typically he let her take control of the conversation. She could always divert conversation, redirecting it from herself to him. He never noticed. Or if he did, he didn't seem to take issue to it. Ethan was the same way. And so was Józef. Most of the boys she surrounded herself with were, to be quite honest. There were only a few who didn't let her get away with it. Eiji Rasting being one of the frontrunners in that respect. Ironically, he had become one of her close friends despite this irritating tendency of his not to let her control. |
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Did she just...use the word totally? No, nothing was wrong with the word itself per se. It was a truly acceptable word in the English language, with its entirely and completely as its synonyms, but it never struck Drewett as a word he would ever hear from Nina Castillo of all people. His jaw dropped a little, gaping at her at the unusual use of word, but the Ravenclaw brushed it off by offering small smile. "Totally." Just because. He also wasn't about to bother her to tell him about things if she didn't want to. "I...uh...yeah, I was," the Ravenclaw replied, nodding and ruffling his hair. That was when Drewett finally pushed himself off the floor and stood up, dusting off whatever dirt there was on his backside as he did. He felt too awkward just sitting there. "I-I recognized some names so...." That was it. He didn't think telling Nina about how overwhelming it was out there, but he figured she already knew him well enough to deduce that. Drewett Gunter was not, and probably never will be, a fan of crowds. He then looked back at her. "Did you want t-to be alone?" Drewett asked politely and nodded his head towards the doorknob that she had just successfully locked. It was strange, how the tables have turned. Nina was usually the one who caught Drewett in deer-in-the-headlights moments. Right now, it was the other way around. |
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"Which ones?" she asked, tilting her head. She still hadn't been at the school for very long, so personally names didn't mean too much to her yet. The names of those she did recognize probably wouldn't have a place on the plaques yet. She absently played with a lock of hair, feeling much less uncomfortable than she did when she had first walked into the room. There were still many worries lingering in her mind, but she felt safe with Drewett. Oh. His question had surprised her. "I did," she nodded honestly. "But I like your company and I wouldn't want to kick you out." She did want to be alone, but that didn't mean that she still wanted to be alone. "... Did you?" |
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He'd also grown two inches over the past year so it was kind of weird looking down at Nina. Growing pains were still the worst, but he could tolerate them now better than he used to. Oh. "Well...uhm...." Drewett started, but he'd gesture first for her to come closer so he could point at the different nameplates. "That one's West Odessa's. Y'know, from th-the Dead Kneazles. You listen to them, yeah?" They were a cool band. His green eyes passed by the nameplates of Oliver Borzekowski-Thomas and Flynn Kowalski. Both of them have volunteered in the Stemp House before, from what Drewett could remember. "And...that's Brian Woods. He's Brian Archer now. My former t-tutor at the Stemp House." He wondered if Brian was doing okay. The Ravenclaw hadn't written to him since the mist blocked all means of communication with the outside world excluding two-way mirrors. His pointed finger passed by two Fairfield nameplates, but he wasn't going to point that out to Nina. He knew she had a dislike for Fairfields. Red-headed Slytherin ones, if one were to be precise. "And that one..." Drewett paused at a rather old but polished one. "My dad." Hufflepuff head boy Oakey Gunter. Class of 2081. "My adoptive dad...but...still my dad regardless." His biological dad had been a Hufflepuff too, but Andrew Slinkhard was no head boy nor prefect. His memory, the fifth year realized, would live for as long as Drewett remembered him. For as long as his only son lived. Maybe if there were surviving photos of old Hogwarts organizations, then perhaps there would still be a memory of the Slinkhard patriarch. Unfortunately, even for Drewett, he couldn't remember much of his biological father's physical features aside from what an old photograph he still kept could offer. Same with his biological mother, Catherine. Nobody had long-lasting memory at age six, not when life was anything but nice to a young innocent boy. He turned back to Nina with a little smile. "I did too." All honesty. It was why he had been here in the first place, to remove himself from the overwhelming crowd density outside. "But I don't mind anymore. I-I like your company too," Drewett said. She could stay for as long as she wanted. |
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