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ArianaBlack · 09-08-2015, 10:26 PM

SPOILER!!: Admiral Airey

Quote:

Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Keeping a careful eye on his second marshmallow so it would not go up in flames, Airey listened to the Head Boy's humble speech. After joining in with some of the roaring that went on after, the astronomer moved over towards the seventh year - still holding Pebbles in one hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Adair. Well said," he nodded with some awkward clapping. Hard to give a proper round of applause when you were holding a rock, after all. Giving a look about the common room for his other prefect, the Head of House's brow furrowed when he did not spot her. No matter, he would just put her on the spot when she arrived. For now, he would keep the metaphorical ball rolling. "I have high expectations of you all this term," he continued after the brief interlude the Head Boy had provided. "And I wish to instill a sense of pride for your Pride. Embrace what it means to be a lion of Gryfindor house. After all, the one excellent thing that can be learned from a lion is that whatever a person intends doing should be done by him with a whole-hearted and strenuous effort. To roar like a lion out of pride in your own skin."

He paused here for a moment to let all that house pride OOZE about the room and sink in. Blue eyes flickering about, landing on each student individually regardless or not if they were paying attention, he spotted a certain first year providing him with the perfect transition into his next bit of information.

"One thing to help illustrate just how far you have each grown as individuals can be seen right over there," he said, gesturing towards the red box. "That Miss Kettleburn is so graciously modeling for us. A time capsule, for those who do not know, is a historic cache of goods or information, usually intended as a method of communication with future people. In this case, our future selves. The writing on the box reads 'I open at the close,' infamous words that you all should be familiar with in our wizarding history. If you are not, I suggest you pick up a book and read. Or ask Mr. Adair here for a bit of a history lesson." Because Airey KNEW that Mr. Adair was now well versed in Potter-era history for Neville Longbottom reasons. "It had been charmed to allow objects to be inserted into it, just need to give things a bit of a firm push, but will only 'open at the close'. Meaning, the box cannot be opened until the end of term. I will leave the box here in the common room throughout the month of September for you to write letters and whatnots to your future selves. The contents of these letters is entirely up to you. You may write down your hopes for what you will accomplish this term, your anxieties going into the term, your favorite ice cream flavor...whatever you wish. You may also include an item of significance or two. At the end of September I will take the box and keep it in my office and you will not see it again until the end of term feast. I PROMISE you that I will not cheat the magic and read what it is you have written or anything. This is about your personal journey."

And that was enough talking about that for now.

"NOW! Let us enjoy the rest of the evening! Quidditch inspired game over there, delicious hot schmoes over here," he said with gestures in every which direction. "Any----"

But he was cut off by the appearance of Toddles. Bringing...more food and drinks? Sweet solstice he had not told the house elves to do that this term. Leave it to Toddles to go a bit rogue, however.

"ANYWAY!" he said, somewhat quickly recovering. "LET'S MAKE THIS A TERM TO REMEMBER, GRYFFINDORS!"

Now back to his marshmallows.

Zander let out an audible breath that he must’ve been holding in for all the seconds after he finished his small speech. Professor Flamsteed’s approval gave him the small confidence boost he needed, and the seventh year returned the Professor’s nod with one of his own. Thank Merlin he hadn’t managed to screw another thing up. He had a feeling that Professor Flamsteed wouldn’t be ready to forgive him as easily as he had in the past. And even that wasn’t that easy.

And now was Flammy’s turn for a speech. Zander watched him carefully, actually paying attention for once in his life. ‘Cause this year all these things counted. But now the most important thing… THE BOX. What was in it, sir???? Zander was curious, though he pretended he wasn’t. He was actually DYING on the inside…. I open at the close? Like it was going to open the very last day? Because that was FOREVER away. And knowing Professor Flamsteed, this was gonna be some strategic life lesson and they’d probably never find out what was in the box. Hpmh. It was like that one Astronomy lesson all over again.

Mr. Adair? Wait. No. Okay yes, he had read that one book. But really he just knew about Neville Longbottom and some other things here and there. So please do not ask Mr. Adair, people. He knew nothing. He was the worst person to ask. Always. AHEM. But as for the box, he was right about one thing. It was indeed one of Professor Flamsteed’s zany attempts at a life lesson and self improvement mumbo jumbo, but… it was a time capsule? What.

As if Head duties weren’t enough, then there were NEWTs to worry about, and well now he had to think of something to put into that box too. Life was hard and Zander had to clap and show his support anyways. Plus there’d probably be no way out of this time capsule thing now that he was meant to set a good example.

But he was clapping. Showing his support. YEAH MAKE IT A TERM TO REMEMER and not just ‘cause a kid died. No death this year. That was a rule. Now uh, he was hungry.

SPOILER!!: Ciiiiiiinna

It was nice to finally make the move and not avoid Cinna. Avoiding had been entirely too exhausting. Plus, really it was all pointless anyways. Zander didn't have to like Bart to be friends with Cinna. It was stupid. And childish. And he was a very, very highly sophisticated Seventh Year. Popcorn? HECK YEAH!! He almost jumped into the spot Cinna made on the couch and grabbed a handful of popcorn, tossing each piece into his mouth one at a time trying to catch 'em all. Though uh, he missed a few of them. But what matter is that he got the last three in so, nailed it.

"Erm, my summer was pretty boring, actually... I got to see Sophie a bit and went to Diagon Alley a couple of times... But y'know, it was just quiet," he shrugged as if to say 'not a big deal' as he reached for some more popcorn. Hope she wouldn't mind. But he may just end up eating all of it. Oops. "How was yours though? Do anything exciting?" Other than her hair. Because her hair looked really cool now and he didn't remember it being like that last year. It was colorful now.

He reached for some more popcorn, but this time held it out towards her. "Catch!" And popcorn was being tossed towards her mouth. Heh.

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Originally Posted by Toddles

Toddles beams at master. Master knows Toddles name. Toddles gives master some snackies. Toddles gives master some frogs. "Toddles is goods master. Toddles happies to sees studenties. Toddles happies to serves." Toddles hears master asks Toddles if Toddles steals things. Toddles shook little head. "Toddles not steals. Toddles is a good elf."

Zander grinned as Toddles handed him some snacks. Merlin, this was a step up from the Gryffindor Party two terms back. Ah how times change. "I'm sure studenties are happies to sees-- Uh, I mean, I'm sure everyone's really happy to see you too Toddles." Merlin. He was starting to talk like a House Elf. Weird. "Hope you had a good summer holiday though," Did House Elves get holidays? Hopefully. And he definitely let out an audible laugh at Toddles being all defensive. Hehe. "Well, I'm glad to hear you're beyond that now." Still not bitter or anything but that was like HIS ENTIRE CHOCOLATE COLLECTION LAST YEAR. Ahem. Friends. They were friends now.

SPOILER!!: Mari gosh such a cutie

Why are Slytherins in the dungeon? "Well that's because..." Actually why were the Slytherins in the dungeons? It was a good question. How come First Years were always so good at questions. It was completely unfair because being a Seventh Year didn't make Zander any better at answering questions. Um. The Gryffindor scratched his head for a minute, confused. Zander was very confused. "I guess they like being next to the lake... And uh, colder climates?" Yeah. Sounds legit. Or well, legit enough. Hopefully she'd buy it 'cause it was the best he had.

.... Oh.

He was being hugged.

Well this was new.

The Gryffindor stiffened up at first, but slowly relaxed opting to give her an awkward pat on the back because she was like millions of feet shorter than he was. It was an awkward hug. Tbt to Draco and Voldemort. "Yeah, of course." Though he wasn't sure what he was being thanked for and also she was still calling him 'Mister Ruler Head Boy Sir'.... Just with his name thrown into the mix.

09-08-2015, 10:26 PM	#58 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,710 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Second Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: Admiral Airey Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Keeping a careful eye on his second marshmallow so it would not go up in flames, Airey listened to the Head Boy's humble speech. After joining in with some of the roaring that went on after, the astronomer moved over towards the seventh year - still holding Pebbles in one hand. "Thank you, Mr. Adair. Well said," he nodded with some awkward clapping. Hard to give a proper round of applause when you were holding a rock, after all. Giving a look about the common room for his other prefect, the Head of House's brow furrowed when he did not spot her. No matter, he would just put her on the spot when she arrived. For now, he would keep the metaphorical ball rolling. "I have high expectations of you all this term," he continued after the brief interlude the Head Boy had provided. "And I wish to instill a sense of pride for your Pride. Embrace what it means to be a lion of Gryfindor house. After all, the one excellent thing that can be learned from a lion is that whatever a person intends doing should be done by him with a whole-hearted and strenuous effort. To roar like a lion out of pride in your own skin." He paused here for a moment to let all that house pride OOZE about the room and sink in. Blue eyes flickering about, landing on each student individually regardless or not if they were paying attention, he spotted a certain first year providing him with the perfect transition into his next bit of information. "One thing to help illustrate just how far you have each grown as individuals can be seen right over there," he said, gesturing towards the red box. "That Miss Kettleburn is so graciously modeling for us. A time capsule, for those who do not know, is a historic cache of goods or information, usually intended as a method of communication with future people. In this case, our future selves. The writing on the box reads 'I open at the close,' infamous words that you all should be familiar with in our wizarding history. If you are not, I suggest you pick up a book and read. Or ask Mr. Adair here for a bit of a history lesson." Because Airey KNEW that Mr. Adair was now well versed in Potter-era history for Neville Longbottom reasons. "It had been charmed to allow objects to be inserted into it, just need to give things a bit of a firm push, but will only 'open at the close'. Meaning, the box cannot be opened until the end of term. I will leave the box here in the common room throughout the month of September for you to write letters and whatnots to your future selves. The contents of these letters is entirely up to you. You may write down your hopes for what you will accomplish this term, your anxieties going into the term, your favorite ice cream flavor...whatever you wish. You may also include an item of significance or two. At the end of September I will take the box and keep it in my office and you will not see it again until the end of term feast. I PROMISE you that I will not cheat the magic and read what it is you have written or anything. This is about your personal journey." And that was enough talking about that for now. "NOW! Let us enjoy the rest of the evening! Quidditch inspired game over there, delicious hot schmoes over here," he said with gestures in every which direction. "Any----" But he was cut off by the appearance of Toddles. Bringing...more food and drinks? Sweet solstice he had not told the house elves to do that this term. Leave it to Toddles to go a bit rogue, however. "ANYWAY!" he said, somewhat quickly recovering. "LET'S MAKE THIS A TERM TO REMEMBER, GRYFFINDORS!" Now back to his marshmallows. Zander let out an audible breath that he must’ve been holding in for all the seconds after he finished his small speech. Professor Flamsteed’s approval gave him the small confidence boost he needed, and the seventh year returned the Professor’s nod with one of his own. Thank Merlin he hadn’t managed to screw another thing up. He had a feeling that Professor Flamsteed wouldn’t be ready to forgive him as easily as he had in the past. And even that wasn’t that easy. And now was Flammy’s turn for a speech. Zander watched him carefully, actually paying attention for once in his life. ‘Cause this year all these things counted. But now the most important thing… THE BOX. What was in it, sir???? Zander was curious, though he pretended he wasn’t. He was actually DYING on the inside…. I open at the close? Like it was going to open the very last day? Because that was FOREVER away. And knowing Professor Flamsteed, this was gonna be some strategic life lesson and they’d probably never find out what was in the box. Hpmh. It was like that one Astronomy lesson all over again. Mr. Adair? Wait. No. Okay yes, he had read that one book. But really he just knew about Neville Longbottom and some other things here and there. So please do not ask Mr. Adair, people. He knew nothing. He was the worst person to ask. Always. AHEM. But as for the box, he was right about one thing. It was indeed one of Professor Flamsteed’s zany attempts at a life lesson and self improvement mumbo jumbo, but… it was a time capsule? What. As if Head duties weren’t enough, then there were NEWTs to worry about, and well now he had to think of something to put into that box too. Life was hard and Zander had to clap and show his support anyways. Plus there’d probably be no way out of this time capsule thing now that he was meant to set a good example. But he was clapping. Showing his support. YEAH MAKE IT A TERM TO REMEMER and not just ‘cause a kid died. No death this year. That was a rule. Now uh, he was hungry. SPOILER!!: Ciiiiiiinna Quote: Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry Cinna kept looking over that the mini quidditch pitch. She really wanted to go play but she still had a lot of popcorn to eat. Who would just leave perfectly good popcorn laying around? She'd finish the rest of her popcorn then quidditch. One of the times she has stooped looking at the mini pitch and tossed some popcorn in her mouth, she caught Zander heading toward her. "Hi, Zander." She finished munching on the popcorn in her mouth. Yeah, forever was a understatement. "Yes, it has been." She said in a quiet voice. She patted the spot beside her, he could sit if he wanted to. Neither way it was fine. [b]"How was your summer?" Was this them making up or whatever? She wasn't going to lie she missed being friends with him. It was like from when she started third year they were the only left of the Gryffindors seventh years. Just about all of the others were gone now Bart, Emmy, Bianca. It was sad. So maybe it was time to get over things. She was happy with Bart like she always was. Zander seemed happy too. Everyone involved with what happened has matured since then. All that fifth year drama was just fifth year drama. Let the fifth years this term have it all. This was their seventh year that was that after this. Wow. Seventh year was turning Cinna into a sapp. She offered Zander some of her popcorn. She was getting full was this bag charmed to refill itself or something? It was nice to finally make the move and not avoid Cinna. Avoiding had been entirely too exhausting. Plus, really it was all pointless anyways. Zander didn't have to like Bart to be friends with Cinna. It was stupid. And childish. And he was a very, very highly sophisticated Seventh Year. Popcorn? HECK YEAH!! He almost jumped into the spot Cinna made on the couch and grabbed a handful of popcorn, tossing each piece into his mouth one at a time trying to catch 'em all. Though uh, he missed a few of them. But what matter is that he got the last three in so, nailed it. "Erm, my summer was pretty boring, actually... I got to see Sophie a bit and went to Diagon Alley a couple of times... But y'know, it was just quiet," he shrugged as if to say 'not a big deal' as he reached for some more popcorn. Hope she wouldn't mind. But he may just end up eating all of it. Oops. "How was yours though? Do anything exciting?" Other than her hair. Because her hair looked really cool now and he didn't remember it being like that last year. It was colorful now. He reached for some more popcorn, but this time held it out towards her. "Catch!" And popcorn was being tossed towards her mouth. Heh. Quote: Originally Posted by Toddles Toddles beams at master. Master knows Toddles name. Toddles gives master some snackies. Toddles gives master some frogs. "Toddles is goods master. Toddles happies to sees studenties. Toddles happies to serves." Toddles hears master asks Toddles if Toddles steals things. Toddles shook little head. "Toddles not steals. Toddles is a good elf." Zander grinned as Toddles handed him some snacks. Merlin, this was a step up from the Gryffindor Party two terms back. Ah how times change. "I'm sure studenties are happies to sees-- Uh, I mean, I'm sure everyone's really happy to see you too Toddles." Merlin. He was starting to talk like a House Elf. Weird. "Hope you had a good summer holiday though," Did House Elves get holidays? Hopefully. And he definitely let out an audible laugh at Toddles being all defensive. Hehe. "Well, I'm glad to hear you're beyond that now." Still not bitter or anything but that was like HIS ENTIRE CHOCOLATE COLLECTION LAST YEAR. Ahem. Friends. They were friends now. SPOILER!!: Mari gosh such a cutie Quote: Originally Posted by iBeJenn THERE WERE DUNGEONS?! Mari had been almost a hundred percent sure that there wasn't really a dungeon here in the castle. She thought it was just a story to scare the younger kids like stories about the Erumpents under one's bed if they were bad. It was definitely a good thing that Gryffindor was in a tower then. So much better than some creepy dungeon. "Why are Slytherins in the dungeon?" Because there was no way that they enjoyed it there. Dungeons were dark and gross and scary. Instead of taking his hand, Marietta just gave him a giant hug. "Thanks Mister Ruler Head Boy Zander Sir," Marietta said with a smile. Because they were friends now and she had to include his first name into the title. AND OOOOH. Mister Ruler Head Boy Zander Sir had something important to say. She supposed this was like some royal decree or something... since this was a castle and he was the KING of like... the student body. If Marietta were to be completely honest, she barely heard what the boy said because before she was too busy focusing on the other things in the room... like the yummy food smells.[/COLOR] Why are Slytherins in the dungeon? "Well that's because..." Actually why were the Slytherins in the dungeons? It was a good question. How come First Years were always so good at questions. It was completely unfair because being a Seventh Year didn't make Zander any better at answering questions. Um. The Gryffindor scratched his head for a minute, confused. Zander was very confused. "I guess they like being next to the lake... And uh, colder climates?" Yeah. Sounds legit. Or well, legit enough. Hopefully she'd buy it 'cause it was the best he had. .... Oh. He was being hugged. Well this was new. The Gryffindor stiffened up at first, but slowly relaxed opting to give her an awkward pat on the back because she was like millions of feet shorter than he was. It was an awkward hug. Tbt to Draco and Voldemort. "Yeah, of course." Though he wasn't sure what he was being thanked for and also she was still calling him 'Mister Ruler Head Boy Sir'.... Just with his name thrown into the mix. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!