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emjay · 05-09-2017, 05:09 PM

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Originally Posted by potterobsessionist

Haraldur closed the door behind Henry and walked past him inside the hut. He had never been one for grand living situations. He was used to living in the woods where an abandoned treehouse was considered fancy. ”Welcome, welcome.” He might have puffed his chest out a little as he gestured at the shelves of… Well, things he owned. He actually really liked the hut. It wasn’t too big or too small, it was just right. Plus, it was close to work, so he didn’t have to think about commuting.

Yes, yes, Henry Whittebrook. He remembered that name from the staff meetings as one of the prefects. Kind of. His memory wasn’t what it had been. When he mentioned flying lessons, the old man shone up, unable and not really trying to hide his excitement.

”You’re curious about flying! Of course you are!” Haraldur knew it was a good boy from the moment he laid eyes on him. He had a special talent for that, if he could say so himself. ”Sit! Sit!” He ushered Henry to the large wooden table in the middle of the room and pulled out a chair for him. They would now enjoy each other’s company over a cup of tea. Because that’s what people did in the UK when guests came over. He’d learned that in his research of the country.

”Thank you for the welcome, Mr. Whittebrooke. I am enjoying it. Bit too hot though, don’t you think?” The old man was constantly forced to find objects around him to fan himself with. Really, when would December get here?

The newly appointed groundskeeper took the kettle from the stove and poured it into two large cups before dumping some leaves in it. That’s what they all enjoyed right? Warm water with plants in it. It was an odd drink but if that’s what they wanted then THAT’S what they would get. Haraldur placed one of the cups on the table for Henry and took the other one for himself as he sat down. He obviously wouldn’t drink his because quite honestly, it probably tasted as awful as it looked.

”SO, you’re a flyer then?” CALLED IT.

As he looked around a bit, Henry couldn't help but to wonder what it would be like to essentially live outside - or in an outdoor dwelling. He already wanted to have an enormous treehouse one day and this hut was essentially a treehouse but on the ground. Which, okay, was not quite as cool and probably not as large as what Henry would want, but it was still outdoorsy and interesting.

"Well, thank you, sir!" Henry grinned at the man who he thought was very friendly and he decided he liked him instantly. And he did find the need to get a little closer to Mr. B's shelves as he gestured to them, just so he could see the artifacts closer. What were these things? But he turned back around when the groundskeeper offered him a place to sit.

Sure, he wouldn't mind sitting for a few, and he took the offered seat, nodding eagerly as the subject turned to flying. And it seemed like Mr. B really liked that fact, which told Henry that maybe he was passionate about it too. Which would make sense since he was the flying instructor, though one never really knew.

Too hot? Henry gave the man a curious kind of look. It wasn't even as hot as it had been in July and August. "Um, actually I really like summer. I like going to the beach and swimming in the sea." And there were lots of other fun things to do during break. "But winter's a close second," he added quickly. "Bundling up to go ice skating and having hot chocolate by the fireplace is fun too. Plus my birthday's in winter." Honestly, he could probably find things he liked about every season. "Do you prefer winter?"

Oh, tea was nice. Henry wouldn't say no to tea, even if he didn't like it. He was polite like that. He did prefer his with a touch of honey, but he took a little sip from his cup before setting it down. Yeah, better with honey.

"I am!" he grinned with another enthusiastic nod. "Flying's one of my favorite things. I actually play Quidditch too, and my sister does too. So I've been flying since I was really young. I'm pretty experienced." He wondered about Mr. B's experience too, not that he doubted his expertise, just wondered if he played any broom games or was strictly a flier. But he'd let him offer that on his own. "Are there going to be classes for really experienced fliers too?"

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emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,079 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by potterobsessionist Haraldur closed the door behind Henry and walked past him inside the hut. He had never been one for grand living situations. He was used to living in the woods where an abandoned treehouse was considered fancy. ”Welcome, welcome.” He might have puffed his chest out a little as he gestured at the shelves of… Well, things he owned. He actually really liked the hut. It wasn’t too big or too small, it was just right. Plus, it was close to work, so he didn’t have to think about commuting. Yes, yes, Henry Whittebrook. He remembered that name from the staff meetings as one of the prefects. Kind of. His memory wasn’t what it had been. When he mentioned flying lessons, the old man shone up, unable and not really trying to hide his excitement. *”You’re curious about flying! Of course* you are!” Haraldur knew it was a good boy from the moment he laid eyes on him. He had a special talent for that, if he could say so himself. ”Sit! Sit!” He ushered Henry to the large wooden table in the middle of the room and pulled out a chair for him. They would now enjoy each other’s company over a cup of tea. Because that’s what people did in the UK when guests came over. He’d learned that in his research of the country. ”Thank you for the welcome, Mr. Whittebrooke. I am enjoying it. Bit too hot though, don’t you think?” The old man was constantly forced to find objects around him to fan himself with. Really, when would December get here? The newly appointed groundskeeper took the kettle from the stove and poured it into two large cups before dumping some leaves in it. That’s what they all enjoyed right? Warm water with plants in it. It was an odd drink but if that’s what they wanted then THAT’S what they would get. Haraldur placed one of the cups on the table for Henry and took the other one for himself as he sat down. He obviously wouldn’t drink his because quite honestly, it probably tasted as awful as it looked. ”SO, you’re a flyer then?” CALLED IT. As he looked around a bit, Henry couldn't help but to wonder what it would be like to essentially live outside - or in an outdoor dwelling. He already wanted to have an enormous treehouse one day and this hut was essentially a treehouse but on the ground. Which, okay, was not quite as cool and probably not as large as what Henry would want, but it was still outdoorsy and interesting. "Well, thank you, sir!" Henry grinned at the man who he thought was very friendly and he decided he liked him instantly. And he did find the need to get a little closer to Mr. B's shelves as he gestured to them, just so he could see the artifacts closer. What were these things? But he turned back around when the groundskeeper offered him a place to sit. Sure, he wouldn't mind sitting for a few, and he took the offered seat, nodding eagerly as the subject turned to flying. And it seemed like Mr. B really liked that fact, which told Henry that maybe he was passionate about it too. Which would make sense since he was the flying instructor, though one never really knew. Too hot? Henry gave the man a curious kind of look. It wasn't even as hot as it had been in July and August. "Um, actually I really like summer. I like going to the beach and swimming in the sea." And there were lots of other fun things to do during break. "But winter's a close second," he added quickly. "Bundling up to go ice skating and having hot chocolate by the fireplace is fun too. Plus my birthday's in winter." Honestly, he could probably find things he liked about every season. "Do you prefer winter?" Oh, tea was nice. Henry wouldn't say no to tea, even if he didn't like it. He was polite like that. He did prefer his with a touch of honey, but he took a little sip from his cup before setting it down. Yeah, better with honey. "I am!" he grinned with another enthusiastic nod. "Flying's one of my favorite things. I actually play Quidditch too, and my sister does too. So I've been flying since I was really young. I'm pretty experienced." He wondered about Mr. B's experience too, not that he doubted his expertise, just wondered if he played any broom games or was strictly a flier. But he'd let him offer that on his own. "Are there going to be classes for really experienced fliers too?"** __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line