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sweetpinkpixie · 09-09-2015, 12:12 AM

SPOILER!!: Charlotte LOUD NOISES Kettleburn

"THAT'S THE SPIRIT!" he applauded the first year. While a competition wasn't always necessary he certainly wouldn't reject the idea either. Who could argue with it if it provided some form of encouragement? He personally enjoyed being in competition with himself.

SPOILER!!: ZANDER! Who is inspiring a little 4th wall breaking #yolo

Quote:

Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

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.

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.

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.

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.

Precisely, Mr. Adair. No way this year anyone's gonna die...and it's gonna be totally awesome.

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Originally Posted by Casey O

Ellery hadn't thought that far ahead. She peered curiously around the common room, but there weren't any hidden/incognito orchestras, and not even one person played the viola. She half-wished she hadn't given it up a couple years back - this was the PERFECT usage for her years of lessons.

"We havta acapella it, I guess. Improv? OoOOOOr, we could sing your favorite song! What's your favorite song???" She hoped it was something GOOD and ANGSTY and super OUT OF CHARACTER for a Hogwarts PROFESSOR.

Acapella.....OooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoh...

OR HIS FAVORITE SONG?!

"SWEET SOLSTICE HOW DO I CHOOSE?!" he exclaimed, flopping down on the sofa that was conveniently behind him and taking on a position reminiscent of Auguste Rodin's The Thinker. "I am going to need time to mull this over. How about we postpone until the weekend," he suggested as he checked his sundial watch. Since it was getting a little on the late side and he still had some matters to attend to back in his office.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,810 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	Common Room is OPEN! this thread will remained open for a few more days ^^ astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: Charlotte LOUD NOISES Kettleburn Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz Charlotte kind of AGREED in some way with Bentley, it WAS a let down that there wasn't something AMAZING in the chest. CHESTS WERE SUPPOSED TO CONTAIN TREASURE, she knew! She read the stories! But ALSO, she nudged Bentley with her foot and spoke up LOUDLY: "I bet I can put the MOST INTERESTING thing in there out of ALL the first years!" YEAH. She said this loud enough for the others to overhear it too. She would WIN thiscompetitionthatshejustmadeupinherheadrightnow. Charlotte saluted right back just because it felt like the right thing to do, also, she wanted to be FIRST, also she was just now noticing there was food and decorations and everything and even though she wasn't a REAL GRYFFINDOR, she was DEFINITELY going to take advantage of a party. YAY PARTY. She was just about to go investigate when the Air man jumped and said something about SOLSTICES BEING SWEET? HAH! That tickled her funny bone and Charlotte INSTANTLY wondered how many times SHE could get him to say that this term. Yup, goals. "THAT'S THE SPIRIT!" he applauded the first year. While a competition wasn't always necessary he certainly wouldn't reject the idea either. Who could argue with it if it provided some form of encouragement? He personally enjoyed being in competition with himself. SPOILER!!: ZANDER! Who is inspiring a little 4th wall breaking #yolo Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack 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. 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. 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. 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. Precisely, Mr. Adair. No way this year anyone's gonna die...and it's gonna be totally awesome. Quote: Originally Posted by Casey O Ellery hadn't thought that far ahead. She peered curiously around the common room, but there weren't any hidden/incognito orchestras, and not even one person played the viola. She half-wished she hadn't given it up a couple years back - this was the PERFECT usage for her years of lessons. "We havta acapella it, I guess. Improv? OoOOOOr, we could sing your favorite song! What's your favorite song???" She hoped it was something GOOD and ANGSTY and super OUT OF CHARACTER for a Hogwarts PROFESSOR. Acapella.....OooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoh... OR HIS FAVORITE SONG?! "SWEET SOLSTICE HOW DO I CHOOSE?!" he exclaimed, flopping down on the sofa that was conveniently behind him and taking on a position reminiscent of Auguste Rodin's The Thinker. "I am going to need time to mull this over. How about we postpone until the weekend," he suggested as he checked his sundial watch. Since it was getting a little on the late side and he still had some matters to attend to back in his office. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes