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MadMadamMalfoy · 12-05-2016, 04:42 PM

When Gaston arrived at Hogwarts last fall, all he wanted was to be back home with his friends and family, but now he didn't want to ever leave. Sure this term had its ups and downs. He'd been attacked by the poltergeists twice, had his office vandalized and his heart broken, and he still wasn't as well-liked as he'd hoped to be, but for every person (or spirit as the case may be) who mistreated him, there was another who showed him kindness. And now he had a reason for staying.

The normally anxious and glum Charms professor was all smiles as he entered the great hall, one hand held behind his back. He saw that a few of his colleagues had already arrived, including... His heart skipped a beat as he saw Rose. "Good evening, Headmaster," he greeted the man seated at the center of the table with a smile and a polite nod. "Jordan. Kay. Rose." Each of them got a nod and a smile as well; his eyes lingered on Rose for a few seconds.

He took the long way around the table to his assigned seat, stopping at Rose's chair. He moved his hand out from behind his back, revealing a white rose. A quick tap of his wand turned the flower the exact shade of her dress as he handed it to her. A rose for his Rose. "It's going to be so strange not seeing you every day," he whispered, a slight tinge of sadness appearing in his eyes. This time tomorrow, he'd be back in Rouen to visit his parents, hundreds of miles away from her, and it was too late to change plans now.

Gaston gave Rose's hand a quick squeeze, and when he let go, there was a small card with an address written on the back left behind. Somehow he didn't think his father would like the idea of letters arriving by owl, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. "You'll write to me, won't you?"he asked, looking at her with pleading eyes.

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,077 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll When Gaston arrived at Hogwarts last fall, all he wanted was to be back home with his friends and family, but now he didn't want to ever leave. Sure this term had its ups and downs. He'd been attacked by the poltergeists twice, had his office vandalized and his heart broken, and he still wasn't as well-liked as he'd hoped to be, but for every person (or spirit as the case may be) who mistreated him, there was another who showed him kindness. And now he had a reason for staying. The normally anxious and glum Charms professor was all smiles as he entered the great hall, one hand held behind his back. He saw that a few of his colleagues had already arrived, including... His heart skipped a beat as he saw Rose. "Good evening, Headmaster," he greeted the man seated at the center of the table with a smile and a polite nod. "Jordan. Kay. Rose." Each of them got a nod and a smile as well; his eyes lingered on Rose for a few seconds. He took the long way around the table to his assigned seat, stopping at Rose's chair. He moved his hand out from behind his back, revealing a white rose. A quick tap of his wand turned the flower the exact shade of her dress as he handed it to her. A rose for his Rose. "It's going to be so strange not seeing you every day," he whispered, a slight tinge of sadness appearing in his eyes. This time tomorrow, he'd be back in Rouen to visit his parents, hundreds of miles away from her, and it was too late to change plans now. Gaston gave Rose's hand a quick squeeze, and when he let go, there was a small card with an address written on the back left behind. Somehow he didn't think his father would like the idea of letters arriving by owl, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. "You'll write to me, won't you?"he asked, looking at her with pleading eyes. __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...