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MadMadamMalfoy · 12-11-2017, 09:20 AM

So far, so good. Gaston was holding up better than he'd expected, but he doubted it would last. He still had three more house tables to visit. It would be a miracle if he managed to make it through the night without crying!

His stoic (well, stoic for him anyway) facade was already beginning to show cracks as he made his way to the Ravenclaw table. His smile wasn't as wide as it had been a few moments ago, and there was an unmistakable air of sadness in his eyes. This time, Mr. Carter's top hats, boas, beads,
and noisemakers weren't doing much to lighten his mood. "Hello, everyone," he said, nodding to each person in turn as he passed. "Miss Cambridge... Miss McNally... Mr. Forsfelle….... Miss Tyler..." He eyed the girl with concern as his mind wandered back to that ill-fated play rehearsal, and he shook his head, trying to clear the bad memories. He was already coming dangerously close to losing control of his emotions without thinking about that!

His blue eyes fell to the Head Girl... smart, outspoken Kitty. He would miss seeing her around the school! “Good evening, Kitty,” he said. “I hope you’re well…” He looked at her sympathetically. He knew the events of the term had to be hard on her (and for the record, he didn't believe for one second that she was behind the strange happenings this term), but he wasn’t going to say anything about it and spoil her evening. Now was not the time or place to bring up bad memories of the past. Everything he had to say on the matter was contained in the congratulations card he held.And after all, this was a happy occassion... or so everyone said. “I have a little graduation gift for you.” He gave her the card and pulled a black quill from his jacket pocket. “I have no doubt you’ll use this well!”

With a slightly wobbling smile, he was off again.

12-11-2017, 09:20 AM	#16 (permalink)
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	*Kitty + several mentions (also we see you, Kaysha, but after the speech)* Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll So far, so good. Gaston was holding up better than he'd expected, but he doubted it would last. He still had three more house tables to visit. It would be a miracle if he managed to make it through the night without crying! His stoic (well, stoic for him anyway) facade was already beginning to show cracks as he made his way to the Ravenclaw table. His smile wasn't as wide as it had been a few moments ago, and there was an unmistakable air of sadness in his eyes. This time, Mr. Carter's top hats, boas, beads, and noisemakers weren't doing much to lighten his mood. "Hello, everyone," he said, nodding to each person in turn as he passed. "Miss Cambridge... Miss McNally... Mr. Forsfelle….... Miss Tyler..." He eyed the girl with concern as his mind wandered back to that ill-fated play rehearsal, and he shook his head, trying to clear the bad memories. He was already coming dangerously close to losing control of his emotions without thinking about that! His blue eyes fell to the Head Girl... smart, outspoken Kitty. He would miss seeing her around the school! “Good evening, Kitty,” he said. “I hope you’re well…” He looked at her sympathetically. He knew the events of the term had to be hard on her (and for the record, he didn't believe for one second that she was behind the strange happenings this term), but he wasn’t going to say anything about it and spoil her evening. Now was not the time or place to bring up bad memories of the past. Everything he had to say on the matter was contained in the congratulations card he held.And after all, this was a happy occassion... or so everyone said. “I have a little graduation gift for you.” He gave her the card and pulled a black quill from his jacket pocket. “I have no doubt you’ll use this well!” With a slightly wobbling smile, he was off again. __________________ 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...