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keepmeclose22 · 01-03-2015, 03:23 AM

SPOILER!!: The nervous boy

Austin glanced over at the older boy who sat next to him. Why was he sitting next to Austin? There was no point in doing so, and he didn't know this boy. This boy was older... way older than him. He was at least 3 years older. Austin looked up at the boy, and gave an awkward smile in recognition, and scootched over so there was room for them both. Upon further inspection, the third year noticed that the boy had a blue and gold badge with a 'P' on it. What was that for? Was he a prefect? His mom had told him about prefects for she was one herself. But he didn't know much about them other than they focus on the rules. Which made Austin stiffen a little. He used to create enough havoc to get Ravenclaw lose the house cup in a day. Whether he was going to keep that up this term, was still undecided though.

Austin went into his own bag, and pulled out a tattered notebook. It was his mothers book for potions and how to make them. They were mainly healing potions, but she kept a list of other useful potions. Looking through it reminded him of his mother, but he was done mourning. There was no point in crying. Sure, he was a bitter person now, but that didn't matter to him. His mother was gone, and all that was left was a tattered notebook. He ran his fingers over the purple handwriting. Purple was her favorite color, and she always wrote important things in that color.

He looked over at the boy's notebook, and awed at the multi-colored quill. Fancy quills were something that Austin had recently come to love. He pulled out his own notebook and quill. But this wasn't any quill, this was a Phoenix Feather Quill. It too was his mother's, who had gotten it from her parents for her first year at Hogwarts. Once she passed away, his father said he could have it. Which was a good thing, for that was one less thing to buy for the new year. He tried to spend as little money as possible this time around, to save up for the trip to Hogsmede this year. He began copying down his favorite potions into the front of the new notebook, hoping it would come in handy in potions this year.

01-03-2015, 03:23 AM	#65 (permalink)
keepmeclose22 DMAC Billywig Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 3,795 Hogwarts RPG Name: Evangeline Whitlock Slytherin First Year	SPOILER!!: The nervous boy Quote: Originally Posted by Govoni Gabriel had taken his time...in walking into the Great Hall. There was a lot going on; loud noises, too many people...and he'd needed to talk himself into it. The train ride here had already been disastrous, thank you very much. No one needed a repeat of that. Hoping to quell the anxiety in some way, Gabe had fished around in his bag, producing his potions' journal. He could focus on this...until it was time to retreat to Ravenclaw tower. At least there, he could be an anxiety-ridden mess in semi-private. Also, he'd finally pinned the badge on...and it stood to reason that this was adding to the nausea. That...and the fact that he'd ran out of his potion...and hadn't been able to take it today. So, before he could do anything, it was a trip to Culloden's office. Important matters to attend to...if Gabe planned to function in lessons and do this....Leader thing. His stomach turned at the thought. Leader. Laughable...and he would've laughed...Only, it wasn't a joke. Gabe WAS a leader now. Keeping his head down, he approached the Ravenclaw table...semi-sneakily cutting his eyes at those assembled. Why did there appear to be MORE girls this term? Older girls, too...Not the smaller ones like Dot, who he could reason were less intimidating. UNLIKE Dot, was was vastly MORE intimidating...The Gray Lady was present, too...and was speaking to everyone. She wasn't a living girl, though....So, Gabe didn't find her as terrifying. He took a seat beside a quiet boy (keepmeclose22), whom he did not recognize...but was silent enough to be deemed acceptable....and slid his plate out of the way, laying his potions' journal flat against the table. Finding his multi-colored quill, also conveniently located in his bag, he flipped to a clean page and began writing. Austin glanced over at the older boy who sat next to him. Why was he sitting next to Austin? There was no point in doing so, and he didn't know this boy. This boy was older... way older than him. He was at least 3 years older. Austin looked up at the boy, and gave an awkward smile in recognition, and scootched over so there was room for them both. Upon further inspection, the third year noticed that the boy had a blue and gold badge with a 'P' on it. What was that for? Was he a prefect? His mom had told him about prefects for she was one herself. But he didn't know much about them other than they focus on the rules. Which made Austin stiffen a little. He used to create enough havoc to get Ravenclaw lose the house cup in a day. Whether he was going to keep that up this term, was still undecided though. Austin went into his own bag, and pulled out a tattered notebook. It was his mothers book for potions and how to make them. They were mainly healing potions, but she kept a list of other useful potions. Looking through it reminded him of his mother, but he was done mourning. There was no point in crying. Sure, he was a bitter person now, but that didn't matter to him. His mother was gone, and all that was left was a tattered notebook. He ran his fingers over the purple handwriting. Purple was her favorite color, and she always wrote important things in that color. He looked over at the boy's notebook, and awed at the multi-colored quill. Fancy quills were something that Austin had recently come to love. He pulled out his own notebook and quill. But this wasn't any quill, this was a Phoenix Feather Quill. It too was his mother's, who had gotten it from her parents for her first year at Hogwarts. Once she passed away, his father said he could have it. Which was a good thing, for that was one less thing to buy for the new year. He tried to spend as little money as possible this time around, to save up for the trip to Hogsmede this year. He began copying down his favorite potions into the front of the new notebook, hoping it would come in handy in potions this year.