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SlytherinSistah · 12-04-2015, 05:48 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Zander hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye yet. Hadn’t said goodbyes to most of his professors… Hadn’t said goodbye to the house elves, even Toddles. Of course there’d be some time tonight to run to the kitchens and eat a midnight snack. There’d still be some time to run to the treehouse and appreciate it’s glory. There’d still be some time. But there wouldn’t be enough of it.

In reality, maybe that’s why Zander felt so uneasy about graduating. There wasn’t enough time. Not enough time to get his future together. Not enough time to amend his past. Not enough time to enjoy the present. He felt like he was running out of time and it was suffocating. Though uh, he didn’t want anyone else to see right through him… So he put on a smile.

After having dropped Sophie off at her table, the Gryffindor finally made way over to his. Noticing Larissa first, the Head Boy walked over to her with his weak smile in place. ”Congratulations,” he nodded. ”Surviving even a year at this place is kind of a real accomplishment,” Zander would know. He got a kid killed in his Fifth Year. These things happened. Survival was rare.

But he didn’t sit down yet, instead moving a little further along the table, waving over at Benny and Adi. ”Congrats, boys.” Fellow Seventh Years. Why did it feel like everyone was a Seventh Year? ”We did it,” he didn’t sit with them either, however. Instead, he found himself walking over to a lonesome first year. Dora Umbridge. An interesting character. One Zander had first been very weary of… But then came to see as almost a sort of younger sibling. As he slid onto the bench in a spot across from the girl, he gave her a small sort of smile. ”Hey, why the long face?”

Cutty gave a passing glance to the Hufflepuff table, but only just once. When he reached his destination of gold and red he made sure to find Adair for the expressed purposes of squeeezing into the seat on top of/IMMEDIATELY next to Zander...

Leading with his backside, of course.

Once he'd swung his long legs into the seat he turned to face Adair. A look of perfectly replicated surprise washed over the boy's dark features. "Oh...Ey, Zander. I didn't see yer there." He said casually.

Yes, you did, Cutty Mordaunt! YES. YOU. DID. >__<

12-04-2015, 05:48 AM	#18 (permalink)
SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	I'm always sorry, Zander Adair. :( C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Zander hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye yet. Hadn’t said goodbyes to most of his professors… Hadn’t said goodbye to the house elves, even Toddles. Of course there’d be some time tonight to run to the kitchens and eat a midnight snack. There’d still be some time to run to the treehouse and appreciate it’s glory. There’d still be some time. But there wouldn’t be enough of it. In reality, maybe that’s why Zander felt so uneasy about graduating. There wasn’t enough time. Not enough time to get his future together. Not enough time to amend his past. Not enough time to enjoy the present. He felt like he was running out of time and it was suffocating. Though uh, he didn’t want anyone else to see right through him… So he put on a smile. After having dropped Sophie off at her table, the Gryffindor finally made way over to his. Noticing Larissa first, the Head Boy walked over to her with his weak smile in place. ”Congratulations,” he nodded. ”Surviving even a year at this place is kind of a real accomplishment,” Zander would know. He got a kid killed in his Fifth Year. These things happened. Survival was rare. But he didn’t sit down yet, instead moving a little further along the table, waving over at Benny and Adi. ”Congrats, boys.” Fellow Seventh Years. Why did it feel like everyone was a Seventh Year? ”We did it,” he didn’t sit with them either, however. Instead, he found himself walking over to a lonesome first year. Dora Umbridge. An interesting character. One Zander had first been very weary of… But then came to see as almost a sort of younger sibling. As he slid onto the bench in a spot across from the girl, he gave her a small sort of smile. ”Hey, why the long face?” Cutty gave a passing glance to the Hufflepuff table, but only just once. When he reached his destination of gold and red he made sure to find Adair for the expressed purposes of squeeezing into the seat on top of/IMMEDIATELY next to Zander... Leading with his backside, of course. Once he'd swung his long legs into the seat he turned to face Adair. A look of perfectly replicated surprise washed over the boy's dark features. "Oh...Ey, Zander. I didn't see yer there." He said casually. Yes, you did, Cutty Mordaunt! YES. YOU. DID. >__< __________________