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sweetpinkpixie · 12-07-2015, 08:35 AM

SPOILER!!: Benny

The astronomer had merely sent a few owls, the real work had been done by Mr. Atreyu over his entire Hogwarts career. Still, the man bowed his head in appreciation and offered the soon-to-be university student a smile. "Open it up and you'll have your answer," he answered stoically and with some awkward wiggly brows.

Maintained by the Newt Scamander Memorial Trust, the The Newt Scamander Memorial Scholarship for the Study of Magizoology was awarded a handful of hopeful university students each year. Despite the prestigious name, it was ironically a lesser known scholarship due to its small amounts of galleons given out per award compared to other organizations - since the trust put a majority of its funds towards the various reservations and sanctuaries these days. Still nothing to stick one's nose up at though, certainly. 350 galleons, to be precise. Ought to cover textbooks, supplies and then some, yeah?

Airey waited eagerly for the Gryffindor to open it all up.

SPOILER!!: ERI----er---SOPHIE

Oh.

Sweet.

Solstice.

As mortified a look as the astronut tended to give whenever Miss Brown made a spectacle out of greeting him and utterly embarrassing him in any fashion possible, this was still far superior to being up there with the furry deathtraps.

And yes. He would miss it.

Probably.

"Yes, Miss Brown?"

SPOILER!!: Zander!

Quote:

Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

... Did Cutty treat all friends like this? Because the choke hold was very uncomfortable and Zander could feel the blood rushing over. And his head going slightly light and fuzzy. Ahem. Not that Cutty was squeezing too hard, but still.

And of course he had been amused at whatever was going on between Dora and Cutty before... But he had every thought to believe that Cutty was trying to bother the girl now. "She's just looking out for me, Cutty," he nodded. "Dora's got a big heart," Zander said, looking back over to the first-year in mention. It was true. A Gryffindor's gift, really. And they said Hufflepuffs were the ones with extreme loyalty. It was a shared trait, really.

.......

UH.

ANYWAYS. DAMIEN. ANDERSON-LONGNAME.

Zander nearly chocked at the boy's words. Uh. Deciding he needed an emergency sip of his pumpkin juice. "Oi," that is NOT what was happening here. Zander had already sold his soul to one Sophie Brown thank you very much. And she was MUCH prettier than Cutty Mourdant. Just sayin'.

Um.

Had he missed something?

Because Larissaa was definitely giving him a fist full of attitude.... And.... Uh. Why?

"Uh.... Right," Zander gave her a confused look as he turned away. What in the name of Merlin had he done to make that girl hate him so much? Uh. Well... You couldn't please everybody. Clearly. And they were both graduating anyways... So eh Zander could live with it. Just confused. But that wasn't anything new.

That look.

It was enough to stir up nightmares, man.

But they were in a public place now, surrounded by tons of other people. So Zander just gave the man a very confused nod. And an uncertain wave. The Professors here, they were all crazy in their own ways, huh?

Okay. What was with it and people climbing all over Zander Adair? Did his lap just look incredibly comfy to rest on or what? Because Zander didn't get it. He didn't get it, but he was used to it now. So he looked up at the culprit without any sort of annoyance on his face. When one is a Zander Adair, this sort of thing is just something one must be willing to live with. It was the biggest requirement of the job.

Seeing it was Norah's feet, however, was sort of an odd surprise. He didn't expect that, actually. She was normally more... hesitant? Reserved, maybe? Actually, he couldn't quite place the right word for it. "Oh," he grinned sheepishly, knowing quite well that his cheeks were probably betraying him with a slight hint of pink. "Thanks, it was really unexpected..." No wonder all this weird stuff had happened. Botros really was off his rocker! Didn't everyone see him up there? It was some sort of terminal illness starting at the beginning of the summer when he had given Zander the Head Boy badge. Then it was the internship. And now it was all that weird behavior up at the staff table. "Anyways, it was real great getting to know you some more this term, Miss Prefect," he smiled, mussing his hair. "Keep an eye out on things for me next term, will ya?" He paused looking over at Yoongi, before turning back to the Hufflepuff. "Especially with him." HEH. Because Zander DEFINITELY knew there was something going on over there, okay?

... A hug?

Oh.

Norah was sweet. A presence Zander hadn't realized he'd miss until this moment.

Zander chuckled some more, choosing to politely abstain from commenting on all the blushing she had been doing. Something he had wished people would've done for him, when he had been in the presence of Beautiful Bentley back in the day. "I'll miss you too, Burton," he smiled warmly. He was genuine about it too. He'd miss all the first years actually, well, maybe not the Blaise kid... But most of them. They were all good people. Had so much to experience. So much of Hogwarts left to unravel. Made Zander kind of jealous, actually.

Zander smile was one of relief and gratefulness. Things were finally starting to fall into place. After following along with Flamsteed, the Gryffindor took a sip from his own goblet. Not yet realizing that Professor Flamsteed wasn't quite done yet.

"Thanks Professor, I couldn't have made it this far without all your help," he grinned. Okay. Yes, that was cheesy. BUT in his defense, it was probably the excitement of the moment, okay? A REAL internship. At the MINISTRY OF MAGIC, nonetheless. He'd get to meet people and DO things and get a kickstart on his life. And there was still that other thing he had planned for this feast and man. Life was GREAT.

But there was more? He watched curiously as his Astronomy Professor pulled out to envelopes. He did recognize one of them, but he had no earthly idea as to what the other one could be. But that was the one extended to him first so, Zander went ahead and looked at that one first. He didn't know what the writing meant... But the compass gave him the hint he needed, "Is this from..." Had they already made a decision on his application?? Was the fast turnaround a bad sign!? He probably should just wait until he was alone to open it right? Right.

Too bad he was already ripping through the thing as if his life depended upon it. "Dear Mr. Adair...." he muttered as he skimmed along, his heart pounding with what could only be pure adrenaline. "We are pleased to inform you..." he stopped, not reading any further, raising the parchment in the air and jumping onto his feet. "They're PLEASED to inform me!" he exclaimed to no one in particular. Okay so uh, he was maybe INCREDIBLYEXCITEDTHATHEWASACTUALLYGOINGPLACESWITHH ISLIFE?????????

"THEY ARE PLEASED, PROFESSOR!" Forget everything. Forget winning the house cup. Forget graduation. Zander Adair was going places. GLOBAL, PLACES.

Er. He should've probably read more than just the first few words, right? Maybe. So he quickly looked down at the letter once more, skimming only the next few lines that confirmed. Whew. That would've been real embarrassing. "I've been accepted. They want me for the program," THEY WANTED ZANDER ADAIR FOR THE PROGRAM???? Excited couldn't even begin to explain.
Only, he hadn't really given real thought into what it would mean. Being accepted. Honestly, he had sort of put away the possibility. He guiltily felt around for the object in his pocket. Maybe he had been too rash asking Kevin to go get it for him. A whole year away, a lot of things could change.

Upon realizing Sophie Brown had made it over to the Gryffindor table, Zander felt again for the object in his pocket. Guilty. But... She looked busy with Flamsteed anyways so... There was still time to decide what his next move would be. He'd figure it out before the feast was over. In the mean time he gave her a smile before looking away and giving her a chance to talk to Flamsteed.

High praise right there. The sort an educator longed to hear from their pupils and it helped bring the color out in his ears just a smidgen but nothing terribly noticeable beneath the candlelight. Airey could only hope that, given time, the young man would realize how much of it he had done for himself. How open minded the Gryffindor had been to all the Astronomy professor's recommendations and exercises.

"Congratulations," he voice knowingly boomed, arms stretched out to either side proudly despite himself and managed to actually catch himself before it became too obvious what some small glitch in his subconscious had caused. This, his arms went up and behind his head. Yup. Totally casual. "I'm very proud of you, Mr. Adair."

And now he had ONE more thing to give him. Perhaps something that would hold even more value in the hands of the Head Boy. Offering the young man the second letter he had removed from his enchanted breast pocket, Airey chuckled and waited for Mr. Adair to take it.

SPOILER!!: the letter

Dear Me,

It’s you. Well, it’s me. It’s us?

Let me start that again… Hi Zander, it’s you from the past. I guess when you get this letter, you’ll still remember that you had to write it. So I don’t know why I spent so long trying to come up with a good opening…

I’m only writing this because as Head Boy, I feel like Professor Flamsteed expects me to set an example here. So I guess I’ve got to do this to encourage other people to do it too. Kind of bummed that there wasn’t anything in the box though. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as I thought it’d be. But here we are. Me in the past and you in the future. Well, in my future.

I guess right now life is weird. I’ve got lots of good things going for me… Like, I’m finally dating Sophie Brown and I think that’s going well. Sometimes she gets sad and I have no idea how to fix it, but I’m trying because I really, really like her. Not just because she’s smoking hot, either. Um… I’ve got loads of good friends too. Some at Hogwarts, but I’ve also got Lottie and Kevin. I think between Sophie, Lottie, and Kevin I have three best friends. And I wouldn’t trade ‘em for the world. So I hope that I still have all three of them by the end of this year. That’s a good thing to hope for, right?

But there’s also stuff that isn’t going too well. For one, I got the Head Boy badge this year. And I mean, I’m really grateful that Professor Flamsteed and Headnaster Botros saw it in me, but I still can’t help but feel like I didn’t deserve it. I think it should’ve gone to Adi or even Newell. But… I’m doing my very best to make everyone proud. It’s just really hard to make everyone happy. The stupid Aparecium has got lots to say about my prefecting style, load of rubbish they are. And a lot of people don’t think I can do it. I’ve got to prove them wrong, though. I’m going to make it out of Hogwarts with the badge still in tact. That’s another goal. I need to stay Head Boy and I need to make people proud.

I hope by the time I get this letter I’ve got it all figured out. ‘Cause I’m absolutely lost right now. Most people know exactly what they want to do when they graduate. EVEN THE FIRST YEARS!! But I don’t have a single clue. I know I like herbology and Care of Magical Creatures… But do I really want to work with flowers my entire life? That sounds pretty dull to be honest. I don’t even know if I want to go to Uni. Graduate school just to go for more school!??? That’s what Sophie wants to do though. And a lot of other people too. I’ve got to pass my NEWTs before I can even think of any of that though… Speaking of which, WHAT THE HECK AM I GOING TO DO ABOUT NEWTs? I thought I was finally getting good at all this magic stuff, but we had to do nonverbals in charms and I couldn’t do it at all. I spent an entire class failing at a spell. It was horrible. Like first year all over again. It only makes NEWTs stress even worse.

I guess there’s just a lot of pressure right now. There’s too much pressure to do everything right. And I feel like it’s making me do everything wrong.

Hope you get it all figured out,
Because I haven’t got a clue.

Zander Adair

"This should read familiar to you. Familiar...but foreign," he chuckled.

12-07-2015, 08:35 AM	#77 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,890 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: Benny Quote: Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline The astronomy professor's attention was now fully on him after handling Zander, congradulating and saluting him in turn. "Thank you, Professor," Benny with a polite smile at the man. Taking the liberty...? The seventh year lion was mildly confused at what Flamsteed was talking about, tentatively taking the envelope with its animalistic seal closed upon it. He read the name upon it for some clue and he suddenly remembered what part of the conversation this had to do with. The scholarships and awards available to him. "Oh...well then double thank you Professor Flamsteed...um Admiral." Okay he was dealing with surprises and confusion and trying to keep it all straight on this, his last night at Hogwarts ever. It was a lot to be taking in, especially all of a sudden. "What exactly is the Newt Scamander Memorial Trust?" Benny asked, the only thing obvious was the connection to one of the most famous magizoologists ever. The astronomer had merely sent a few owls, the real work had been done by Mr. Atreyu over his entire Hogwarts career. Still, the man bowed his head in appreciation and offered the soon-to-be university student a smile. "Open it up and you'll have your answer," he answered stoically and with some awkward wiggly brows. Maintained by the Newt Scamander Memorial Trust, the The Newt Scamander Memorial Scholarship for the Study of Magizoology was awarded a handful of hopeful university students each year. Despite the prestigious name, it was ironically a lesser known scholarship due to its small amounts of galleons given out per award compared to other organizations - since the trust put a majority of its funds towards the various reservations and sanctuaries these days. Still nothing to stick one's nose up at though, certainly. 350 galleons, to be precise. Ought to cover textbooks, supplies and then some, yeah? Airey waited eagerly for the Gryffindor to open it all up. SPOILER!!: ERI----er---SOPHIE Quote: Originally Posted by feeheeheeny "FLAMMY." "FLA-HA-HA-HAAAMY." "FLAAAM-MYYYYY!!!" On her jolly trek from the staff table to the Gryffindor one, Soph had summoned her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she bounced toward the Gryffindor Head of House who was, as usual, creating quite a scene. Students were flocked around him like he was a celebrity - which, well, he was - but Sophie Brown was DEMANDING his attention. COME HERE, FLAMMY. She was gonna wait over here, her letter from Ollivanders in hand, and make ALL THE EXCITED GOOGLY EYES AT HIM. And brows for you, Zander Adair. Oh. Sweet. Solstice. As mortified a look as the astronut tended to give whenever Miss Brown made a spectacle out of greeting him and utterly embarrassing him in any fashion possible, this was still far superior to being up there with the furry deathtraps. And yes. He would miss it. Probably. "Yes, Miss Brown?" SPOILER!!: Zander! Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack ... Did Cutty treat all friends like this? Because the choke hold was very uncomfortable and Zander could feel the blood rushing over. And his head going slightly light and fuzzy. Ahem. Not that Cutty was squeezing too hard, but still. And of course he had been amused at whatever was going on between Dora and Cutty before... But he had every thought to believe that Cutty was trying to bother the girl now. "She's just looking out for me, Cutty," he nodded. "Dora's got a big heart," Zander said, looking back over to the first-year in mention. It was true. A Gryffindor's gift, really. And they said Hufflepuffs were the ones with extreme loyalty. It was a shared trait, really. ....... UH. ANYWAYS. DAMIEN. ANDERSON-LONGNAME. Zander nearly chocked at the boy's words. Uh. Deciding he needed an emergency sip of his pumpkin juice. "Oi," that is NOT what was happening here. Zander had already sold his soul to one Sophie Brown thank you very much. And she was MUCH prettier than Cutty Mourdant. Just sayin'. Um. Had he missed something? Because Larissaa was definitely giving him a fist full of attitude.... And.... Uh. Why? *"Uh.... Right,"* Zander gave her a confused look as he turned away. What in the name of Merlin had he done to make that girl hate him so much? Uh. Well... You couldn't please everybody. Clearly. And they were both graduating anyways... So eh Zander could live with it. Just confused. But that wasn't anything new. That look. It was enough to stir up nightmares, man. But they were in a public place now, surrounded by tons of other people. So Zander just gave the man a very confused nod. And an uncertain wave. The Professors here, they were all crazy in their own ways, huh? Okay. What was with it and people climbing all over Zander Adair? Did his lap just look incredibly comfy to rest on or what? Because Zander didn't get it. He didn't get it, but he was used to it now. So he looked up at the culprit without any sort of annoyance on his face. When one is a Zander Adair, this sort of thing is just something one must be willing to live with. It was the biggest requirement of the job. Seeing it was Norah's feet, however, was sort of an odd surprise. He didn't expect that, actually. She was normally more... hesitant? Reserved, maybe? Actually, he couldn't quite place the right word for it. "Oh," he grinned sheepishly, knowing quite well that his cheeks were probably betraying him with a slight hint of pink. "Thanks, it was really unexpected..." No wonder all this weird stuff had happened. Botros really was off his rocker! Didn't everyone see him up there? It was some sort of terminal illness starting at the beginning of the summer when he had given Zander the Head Boy badge. Then it was the internship. And now it was all that weird behavior up at the staff table. "Anyways, it was real great getting to know you some more this term, Miss Prefect," he smiled, mussing his hair. "Keep an eye out on things for me next term, will ya?" He paused looking over at Yoongi, before turning back to the Hufflepuff. "Especially with him." HEH. Because Zander DEFINITELY knew there was something going on over there, okay? ... A hug? Oh. Norah was sweet. A presence Zander hadn't realized he'd miss until this moment. Zander chuckled some more, choosing to politely abstain from commenting on all the blushing she had been doing. Something he had wished people would've done for him, when he had been in the presence of Beautiful Bentley back in the day. "I'll miss you too, Burton," he smiled warmly. He was genuine about it too. He'd miss all the first years actually, well, maybe not the Blaise kid... But most of them. They were all good people. Had so much to experience. So much of Hogwarts left to unravel. Made Zander kind of jealous, actually. Zander smile was one of relief and gratefulness. Things were finally starting to fall into place. After following along with Flamsteed, the Gryffindor took a sip from his own goblet. Not yet realizing that Professor Flamsteed wasn't quite done yet. "Thanks Professor, I couldn't have made it this far without all your help," he grinned. Okay. Yes, that was cheesy. BUT in his defense, it was probably the excitement of the moment, okay? A REAL internship. At the MINISTRY OF MAGIC, nonetheless. He'd get to meet people and DO things and get a kickstart on his life. And there was still that other thing he had planned for this feast and man. Life was GREAT. But there was more? He watched curiously as his Astronomy Professor pulled out to envelopes. He did recognize one of them, but he had no earthly idea as to what the other one could be. But that was the one extended to him first so, Zander went ahead and looked at that one first. He didn't know what the writing meant... But the compass gave him the hint he needed, "Is this from..." Had they already made a decision on his application?? Was the fast turnaround a bad sign!? He probably should just wait until he was alone to open it right? Right. Too bad he was already ripping through the thing as if his life depended upon it. "Dear Mr. Adair...." he muttered as he skimmed along, his heart pounding with what could only be pure adrenaline. "We are pleased to inform you..." he stopped, not reading any further, raising the parchment in the air and jumping onto his feet. "They're PLEASED to inform me!" he exclaimed to no one in particular. Okay so uh, he was maybe INCREDIBLYEXCITEDTHATHEWASACTUALLYGOINGPLACESWITHH ISLIFE????????? "THEY ARE PLEASED, PROFESSOR!" Forget everything. Forget winning the house cup. Forget graduation. Zander Adair was going places. GLOBAL, PLACES. Er. He should've probably read more than just the first few words, right? Maybe. So he quickly looked down at the letter once more, skimming only the next few lines that confirmed. Whew. That would've been real embarrassing. "I've been accepted. They want me for the program," THEY WANTED ZANDER ADAIR FOR THE PROGRAM???? Excited couldn't even begin to explain. Only, he hadn't really given real thought into what it would mean. Being accepted. Honestly, he had sort of put away the possibility. He guiltily felt around for the object in his pocket. Maybe he had been too rash asking Kevin to go get it for him. A whole year away, a lot of things could change. Upon realizing Sophie Brown had made it over to the Gryffindor table, Zander felt again for the object in his pocket. Guilty. But... She looked busy with Flamsteed anyways so... There was still time to decide what his next move would be. He'd figure it out before the feast was over. In the mean time he gave her a smile before looking away and giving her a chance to talk to Flamsteed. High praise right there. The sort an educator longed to hear from their pupils and it helped bring the color out in his ears just a smidgen but nothing terribly noticeable beneath the candlelight. Airey could only hope that, given time, the young man would realize how much of it he had done for himself. How open minded the Gryffindor had been to all the Astronomy professor's recommendations and exercises. "Congratulations," he voice knowingly boomed, arms stretched out to either side proudly despite himself and managed to actually catch himself before it became too obvious what some small glitch in his subconscious had caused. This, his arms went up and behind his head. Yup. Totally casual. "I'm very proud of you, Mr. Adair." And now he had ONE more thing to give him. Perhaps something that would hold even more value in the hands of the Head Boy. Offering the young man the second letter he had removed from his enchanted breast pocket, Airey chuckled and waited for Mr. Adair to take it. SPOILER!!: the letter Dear Me, It’s you. Well, it’s me. It’s us? Let me start that again… Hi Zander, it’s you from the past. I guess when you get this letter, you’ll still remember that you had to write it. So I don’t know why I spent so long trying to come up with a good opening… I’m only writing this because as Head Boy, I feel like Professor Flamsteed expects me to set an example here. So I guess I’ve got to do this to encourage other people to do it too. Kind of bummed that there wasn’t anything in the box though. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as I thought it’d be. But here we are. Me in the past and you in the future. Well, in my future. I guess right now life is weird. I’ve got lots of good things going for me… Like, I’m finally dating Sophie Brown and I think that’s going well. Sometimes she gets sad and I have no idea how to fix it, but I’m trying because I really, really like her. Not just because she’s smoking hot, either. Um… I’ve got loads of good friends too. Some at Hogwarts, but I’ve also got Lottie and Kevin. I think between Sophie, Lottie, and Kevin I have three best friends. And I wouldn’t trade ‘em for the world. So I hope that I still have all three of them by the end of this year. That’s a good thing to hope for, right? But there’s also stuff that isn’t going too well. For one, I got the Head Boy badge this year. And I mean, I’m really grateful that Professor Flamsteed and Headnaster Botros saw it in me, but I still can’t help but feel like I didn’t deserve it. I think it should’ve gone to Adi or even Newell. But… I’m doing my very best to make everyone proud. It’s just really hard to make everyone happy. The stupid Aparecium has got lots to say about my prefecting style, load of rubbish they are. And a lot of people don’t think I can do it. I’ve got to prove them wrong, though. I’m going to make it out of Hogwarts with the badge still in tact. That’s another goal. I need to stay Head Boy and I need to make people proud. I hope by the time I get this letter I’ve got it all figured out. ‘Cause I’m absolutely lost right now. Most people know exactly what they want to do when they graduate. EVEN THE FIRST YEARS!! But I don’t have a single clue. I know I like herbology and Care of Magical Creatures… But do I really want to work with flowers my entire life? That sounds pretty dull to be honest. I don’t even know if I want to go to Uni. Graduate school just to go for more school!??? That’s what Sophie wants to do though. And a lot of other people too. I’ve got to pass my NEWTs before I can even think of any of that though… Speaking of which, WHAT THE HECK AM I GOING TO DO ABOUT NEWTs? I thought I was finally getting good at all this magic stuff, but we had to do nonverbals in charms and I couldn’t do it at all. I spent an entire class failing at a spell. It was horrible. Like first year all over again. It only makes NEWTs stress even worse. I guess there’s just a lot of pressure right now. There’s too much pressure to do everything right. And I feel like it’s making me do everything wrong. Hope you get it all figured out, Because I haven’t got a clue. Zander Adair "This should read familiar to you. Familiar...but foreign," he chuckled. __________________ 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