02-12-2017, 12:23 AM
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Pygmy Puff
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi "You play Quidditch?" Mason asked curiously. He hadn't flown on a broom since his parents gave his broom to his nephew a few years ago. He had been okay with it after they explained but he still missed it sometimes. Of course he could use the school brooms but they weren't really....cool...you know? Plus they were nearly always used for classes for the younger students "which position? I'm guessing keeper" he didn't know why.
Looking from the book to the guy, the Ravenclaw shook his head. "I don't take Arithmancy, i choose Divination instead...something i'm regretting right now..." he added the last part in a mumble before he spoke up again and pointed at the book. "But maybe i'm good at Arithmancy, what do you need to know?"
He waited for him to explain when he heard his name. Turning around, Mason had to refrain from laughing to see the Charms Professor dressed up as a Santa. "Nice suit, sir" he said and was surprised when he was suddenly handed a letter. Eh? "Uhm, Thanks?" he said and after the Professor was gone he opened up the letter. Who would write to him anyways?
Dora. He frowned slightly, deep in thought as he read the few words. Should he go to Hogsmeade with her? After what she had done? To be fair, he had tried to curse her as well but... this wasn't a joke right? What if he came to Hogsmeade and she never showed up? How humiliating. But for some reason he didn't think she would do that. Making a decision, Mason put the letter in his pocket. He would find Dora later to tell her he would go to Hogsmeade with her under one condition
That she paid for a butterbeer. Henry nodded happily. "Yeah. I made England's Under-17 team the summer before last." And he was really proud of that fact since it wasn't just a local team. He was representing the sporting wizarding youth of the country. But Quidditch was pretty much his life. "Nah, I'm a Chaser," he grinned, but not a bad guess. He supposed that'd be his second choice. "My sister plays for the Catapults," he added. Not trying to brag or anything, but he was proud of her too. "Do you play Quidditch? Are you a fan or anything?" He supposed most at least liked to watch, but he was always happy to find out someone else played, especially for a pick-up game or something. "Oh.." Henry nodded again, this time in understanding. "I don't take Divination.." He heard sometimes it was really weird, but sometimes they did something cool, like shoot arrows. But he wasn't really sure that someone who didn't take the subject would be much help. "Oh, I can do the calculations just fine... but Professor Greyvson has been teaching with this new age method. Reminds me of when my mum was into yoga.." But before he could expand much on that, his attention was diverted by the appearance of "Santa."
Would it be wrong to hope that he had gotten another candygram? But this time it wasn't for him but for Mason. "Do you have a secret admirer?" Henry grinned. "Or a girlfriend?" But maybe neither as he didn't look all that happy about it. Maybe it wasn't his business as he didn't know the other boy very well, but he hoped it wasn't anything bad. Those candygrams were supposed to be fun. "Everything okay?"
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