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Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6
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Originally Posted by WeasleyGirl Georgiana saw a Slytherin boy waving and smiling at her. She never thought she would end up in Slytherin, it was a surprise for sure, but didn't mind that. She smiled and waved back and said "Hi, I'm Georgiana what's your name?" "Oh, yet another name. His head felt like exploding. There was no way the prefect could keep all these new names in his mind. It was just impossible. "I'm Evan," he said, dropping 'prefect' for the first time, because really, his badge was quite seeable. "I'm sorry if I forget your name," he warned her. "Just that I've met TONS of people, and I know I'm bound to forget the names." He gave an apologetic smile. He didn't have any kind of special memory after all. Though he'd try to remember all... hopefully he would manage. Quote:
Originally Posted by Muggleprincess.* Did the prefect just laugh at her? Oh no, he would not try that! Maybe she was nothing but a little girl but she was still a person who owned the Slytherin temper. "I'm a proud little girl, just so you know!" Emmy spat. "Don't you ever try to make fun of me again. I know probably more jinxes than most of the fourth years!" Emmy smiled to herself. Ha! He won't do that again, the young girl thought.
When she saw Evan's face, Emmy didn't feel that confident anymore. It seemed like he was planning something and she knew that it couldn't be good. "Oh boy! Evan, I am so sorry! I shouldn't have said that! I hope you don't think bad of me now! I still have a lot of respect for you!" the girl said as fast as she could. When she found her breath again, she continuied, "I won't be in trouble, will I? I mean, I've heard of those things called house points.Can you tell me more about that?" the girl asked curiously and hoped to get away from the previous topic. Evan watched with his mouth hanging open as the girl took what he said in a very wrong way. He blinked a few times to understand where he did wrong, but the girl just went on with her ranting. The blond didn't know about her pride, but she sure had a great deal of anger. "Okay, I'm sorry!" he said defensively. Wow. Do not. Cross. Her way. "I think you got me wrong. I laughed at the idea of us making youngers do some stuff. No harm intended!" He eyed the girl. Yeah, she probably knew more jinxes than anyone else, too. Scary.
Then, she changed moods again. And she was fast, too! "No, you won't be in trouble, as long as you keep those jinxes to yourself," he said, trying to figure out her sudden change now. Maybe she remembered she was talking to a prefect? Hehe. He LOVED his badge! "Erm, house points are given when you answer a question right, do a homework or do something to help..." he said, still looking slightly confused. "And when you hex someone for example," so you'd better NOT! "they're deducted and you land yourself in detention. See, they're earned by the whole house, so you should do your best not to lose any. And at the end of each term, the house with the most poins get the House Cup, which is a great honour." He gave a hesitant smile, and looked to ask Clear now? Text Cut: Sierra Quote:
Originally Posted by Anna Banana Ohh, yeah, what Evan was saying did make sense, even though Sierra would have really liked for him to finish his first sentence. She had a feeling he'd started to say so much more than he was letting on now. "Oh, really? What kinds of things do you work with once you grow up and advance in magic?" she asked. Of course she'd seen her parents and older sister do advanced magic, but she really wanted to know if they'd be learning any of it here at Hogwarts. Maybe in sixth or seventh year, she guessed.
Evan seemed a little too enthusiastic about Muggle Studies class. Or maybe he just loved football? Hmm, that was a likely story, considering he was a guy. "Football...and cooking. Hmm," she commented, reluctant to say much else. She'd likely give the class a try, but she wasn't too sure how she'd feel about it until she actually got there. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." Oh... what kind of things did they work on? Evan paused. "Varying from class to class, you get to work on animals and people... and more complex ingredients in potions." He nodded. "But that's some years later for you." He gave a smile.
Making himself more comfortable on the chair, he nodded shortly at her. He hoped she'd come to class, because Muggle stuff was more fun with more people. After a minute's silence, he asked "Anything else you wondered?" Quote:
Originally Posted by Orion Black "Ok, Evan I trust you about this. I'll see if I can talk to her privately or something. I just hope she doesn't snap at me again." Benjamin sighed, as she drew closer. Evan was visibly relieved when Benjamin agreed to show it to Lafay. He even smiled. "No, she'll understand," he said reassuringly. That was good. At least, if it was something serious, they wouldn't have some kind of affected boy... he was sure it was serious, and he only hoped it wasn't 'bad' serious. Hopefully, his father only meant to protect him and nothing more.
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Ah, finally! Finally they got to eat their meals. Evan listened to the headmaster's speech with full attention. 'Don't die'? Well, wasn't that quite obvious..? Huh. Shrugging, he was about to reach out for a plate of rice when he heard that... Gevrek? Guy stand up to talk.
N'aw, almost two years late of actual danger and problems, the ministry had suddenly decided to send a security officer? How thoughtful of them! He shook his head. Better to watch this guy, he thought, and not cross his way. Because that could result in serious consequences.
Time to eat his meal now? He finally reached for a plate of chickens and took at least eight wings on his plate. He was HUNGRY! Quote:
Originally Posted by Bloody Baron The Baron floated over to the Slytherin table, and he looked down at the students. Savages, he thought to himself. Wow, Bloody Baron, eh? Evan gave the ghost a deep bow. "Hello sir," he greeted with a respectful smile. "How are you doing today?" Did ghosts have any different days? He hoped so. |