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Old 05-07-2013, 01:08 PM   #77 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Niamh Anfield-Hope
Fourth Year
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SPOILER!!:
xXxPandora
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Beezus couldn't help but snort out a chuckle when Niamh noticed her badge. "Please don't apologize. It's okay, you know. I don't really like to flaunt it anyway." She reached out and patted the girl's arm for reassurance. But in all honesty, she didn't mind. It was fine if people didn't know what her position was. What's important was she was doing her responsibilities.

"Light or radiance? Wow. That's cool. My name means bringer of joy, apparently." More chuckling. Nah, just nah. Her? Bringer of joy? That was funny....more like trouble. "Oh, from what language is your name derived?" She just wanted to know. Curious Ravenclaw.

Niamh was astonished to find the Prefect patting her arm. She gaped at her for a split second before remembering herself and laying a smile over the stunned expression she’d been displaying previously. Even worse, the older girl was asking her a question. Trying to recover herself, Niamh stuttered out the words, “Irish. It’s Irish. Yours?”

SPOILER!!: emjay
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Ethan mirrored the younger girl's smile, but there was something about what she said that he could tell she was less than excited to be here. So, fourth year.. yes, that was about what he thought. Nodding a bit as Niamh spoke, he said, "I think you will like it here.. but it's understandable if it takes some time. I know it took me a while before I actually thought of Hogwarts as my school." He thought back to those first days as a newly transferred fifth year. Though he considered himself to be a remotely friendly bloke, it did take time to make friends, though now he wouldn't have it any other way. "Do you mind me asking why you transferred?"
”Oh…” Niamh gasped. “Er… Well, it was my parents. They wanted me to study here instead.” She said, flushing red and looking down at her hands. Flustered, Niamh tried to find a way out of the subject they were discussing. “Do you… do you have a favourite subject?” She asked, blundering her way out of her flustered state and into safer conversational territory. ”What do you want to do when you leave school? Do you have any plans?”

SPOILER!!: Cassirin
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"I have two sisters myself. Genevieve and Sophia. They're 18. Twins, if you believe it, so I was pretty much tortured my entire childhood," Mo watched the girl study the spoon, a slow grin spreading across his face as she finally gave in and picked it up. SEE? Ravenclawesome again.

"You can be the test case. Put it here on the catapult and then you hit the lever and it flies... oh, anywhere you want. We're going to send a cupcake to the Headmistress." Mo gestured for the girl to take a shot, since the catapult was already lined up and everything.
Niamh made what she hoped was a sympathetic face. “Yes, we girls can be hard work. Are they still at school?”

When her companion suggested a direction to catapult the spoon, Niamh simply stared at him. She laughed, nervously. "You can’t be serious?!” She chuckled. "I’m not aiming it at the Head! I like to stay out of trouble. I will fling it at the boy that was rude to me on the train. He wears green. They’re the sly ones, yes?” She mused, her grasp on the basics of Hogwarts life slowing her up a bit. I could fill it with food too, she thought, examining the spoon as she pondered this. But no, that would surely land me right in it. I want to make a good impression. And I can’t afford to lose my House any points! Worried, Niamh considered the spoon again. She made to put it down. Perhaps not.



SPOILER!!: Steelsheen
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So this one came from a school this young one couldn’t pronounce, much less spell, at least not yet “Ohhhh....Bow-buh... Where’s that?” she asked all inquisitive now. It sounded like it was on Venus or something—which she was told is not all that impossible to get to given her kind of magic. “I... I studied at the temple....I mean Priestesses taught me. I grew up with them in our small island near Wales.” And now she was giggling. Another curious head tilt from this blond. Then she finally realized what was so amusing to the other Claw “Oh yeahhhhh... there does seem to be a lot of transfers. The Priestesses told me that Hogwarts is the best school that can help me with my magic. I guess Priestess magic is a little different from mine.” That’s why they sent her here, instead of keeping her back home.
Niamh smiled fondly as the girl tried to pronounce the name of Niamh’s old school. ”It’s in France,” She said, kindly.

Niamh listened attentively to the girl as she described her unusual background. "Wow, that’s really interesting! What Is the island like? I must say, you fascinate me,” She added, genuine interest sparking in her eyes. “I mean that in a nice way," Niamh smiled.


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Speech and Narrator parts: Niamh's response
Niamh stared up at her new Headmistress, listening attentively to her words. Niamh was the type who liked to do well, stay out of trouble and be seen as responsible and trustworthy. She wanted to be a credit to her new school, like the two Prefects of her House she'd been so warmly welcomed by. Despite this, Niamh was a bit stuck-up. She secretly hated leaving Beauxbatons for Hogwarts. Niamh saw the transfer as a demotion in status and she had wept bitterly when told the news. Now, having spent the summer convincing herself (and being convinced by her parents assurances and her little sister's excited recounts of tales she had heard about Hogwarts and its many famous alumni), Niamh found herself in a school which was evidently in trouble financially, with barely any kitchen staff and picnic ware she was expected to take care of herself. Quite frankly, Niamh was heartbroken. She had been so prepared to give Hogwarts a chance. She wanted Hogwarts to be as grand as it was in the stories her sister loved so much. But the horrifying truth was, that it wasn't. The blonde Ravenclaw looked forlornly at her collection of dinnerware. I am not going to like it here, she thought.

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