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Felixir · 09-04-2018, 10:04 AM

"Oh." Abra nodded at Tessa as she mentioned OWLs. Yikes. Talk about bad memories. "Right, yeah. Well, I agree, fun is important, and it'll be good to see you at tryouts. As long as you don't ignore the OWLs all year, like I did." And he really had, too. In that regard, the Inferi attack had almost been a blessing in disguise; if it hadn't had happened, then he wouldn't have had a solid excuse for failing literally everything, and his Healer probably wouldn't have written her supporting evidence that had ultimately let him retake (after a lot of late studying). Abra wasn't deluded enough to think that he'd have performed well in his exams had the end of last term not been so utterly chaotic, and it all would have been his own fault. "Good luck with your OWL year, by the way. It's pretty intense." And that was just the homework.

Abra smiled across at the first year, Lucas, when it suddenly occurred to him that he knew that last name. Before he could comment on it, however, Lucas had noticed the ceiling for himself, and his reaction brought a genuine smile - the first of the night - to Abra's face. He looked up again too, grinning a little. "Yeah, you can see loads on clear nights. It shows some really nice sunsets sometimes, too, and when it snows it looks amazing." Just, you know, by the way. "Also... are you Emma's brother?"

As everything happened around him, Abra felt a sudden movement from underneath the table. He gave an almighty jump - a start of fear - and all but threw himself back away from the bench and table thinking wildly of monsters and Inferi. Just about keeping his seat, he leaned back to peer under the table and thought he just about caught sight of a house elf hurrying past, though it was impossible to tell exactly which one. He blinked, confused. House elves didn't usually show up at the feasts, did they? Did this have something to do with... whatever was going on up at the staff dais?

Speaking of which... events were quickly unfolding over there. Abra watched as Headmistress Hawthorne got to her feet and left the hall without a word to either of the men who had entered, nor to any of the staff or students. His eyes tracked her progress through the hall, then moved back to the grizzled looking man who was still standing... and taking to the podium, and... oh boy.

Stand? Sign of respect? Abra didn't need telling twice; he had been brought up to respect the adults around him and that was exactly what he always did, though he noted that there was no kindness in the man's tone when he ordered them to do so, and it had clearly had been an order, not a request. He glanced around at the students nearby, keeping an eye out and getting ready to try and cajole anyone into a standing position who didn't seem willing to comply; it wouldn't do to let anyone get into trouble on their first night back.

.......... Oh. Oh. Double yikes. So Hawthorne was gone now? Abra automatically looked back to the doors that he had just seen the headmistress... or perhaps that was now ex-Headmistress... exit through, and he wondered... if she was okay. That was a pretty brutal way to be dismissed, right here in front of everyone. In fact, any respect he might have felt for this Scrimgeour guy, apparently the new headmaster, definitely lessened slightly. Or, you know, significantly. But he stayed on his feet, all the same.

As for the rest of that speech, Abra's frown deepened with the more that he heard. New school initiative? Change on the way? No need to question anything? That last part in particular set alarm bells ringing for Abra, but he didn't know what to do about it. What would happen if they did question things? Could they not even question the fact that they couldn't question anything? What if they had a good reason for doing so? Were they just supposed to blindly trust in this stranger and his new initiative? See, he had a lot of questions.

Abra hadn't been prepared to have so much to think about on the very first night back at Hogwarts, and his head was starting to hurt. He had a not-so-good feeling about this whole situation and - as the man clicked his metal fingers, and the food appeared - Abra took his seat wondering exactly what this year would have in store for them. The anxiety was, predicably enough, starting to set in. He glanced towards the Hufflepuff table, wondering if he could catch Derf's eye and exchange some kind of meaningful look.

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Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,134 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight "Oh." Abra nodded at Tessa as she mentioned OWLs. Yikes. Talk about bad memories. "Right, yeah. Well, I agree, fun is important, and it'll be good to see you at tryouts. As long as you don't ignore the OWLs all year, like I did." And he really had, too. In that regard, the Inferi attack had almost been a blessing in disguise; if it hadn't had happened, then he wouldn't have had a solid excuse for failing literally everything, and his Healer probably wouldn't have written her supporting evidence that had ultimately let him retake (after a lot of late studying). Abra wasn't deluded enough to think that he'd have performed well in his exams had the end of last term not been so utterly chaotic, and it all would have been his own fault. "Good luck with your OWL year, by the way. It's pretty intense." And that was just the homework. Abra smiled across at the first year, Lucas, when it suddenly occurred to him that he knew that last name. Before he could comment on it, however, Lucas had noticed the ceiling for himself, and his reaction brought a genuine smile - the first of the night - to Abra's face. He looked up again too, grinning a little. "Yeah, you can see loads on clear nights. It shows some really nice sunsets sometimes, too, and when it snows it looks amazing." Just, you know, by the way. "Also... are you Emma's brother?" As everything happened around him, Abra felt a sudden movement from underneath the table. He gave an almighty jump - a start of fear - and all but threw himself back away from the bench and table thinking wildly of monsters and Inferi. Just about keeping his seat, he leaned back to peer under the table and thought he just about caught sight of a house elf hurrying past, though it was impossible to tell exactly which one. He blinked, confused. House elves didn't usually show up at the feasts, did they? Did this have something to do with... whatever was going on up at the staff dais? Speaking of which... events were quickly unfolding over there. Abra watched as Headmistress Hawthorne got to her feet and left the hall without a word to either of the men who had entered, nor to any of the staff or students. His eyes tracked her progress through the hall, then moved back to the grizzled looking man who was still standing... and taking to the podium, and... oh boy. Stand? Sign of respect? Abra didn't need telling twice; he had been brought up to respect the adults around him and that was exactly what he always did, though he noted that there was no kindness in the man's tone when he ordered them to do so, and it had clearly had been an order, not a request. He glanced around at the students nearby, keeping an eye out and getting ready to try and cajole anyone into a standing position who didn't seem willing to comply; it wouldn't do to let anyone get into trouble on their first night back. .......... Oh. Oh. Double yikes. So Hawthorne was gone now? Abra automatically looked back to the doors that he had just seen the headmistress... or perhaps that was now ex-Headmistress... exit through, and he wondered... if she was okay. That was a pretty brutal way to be dismissed, right here in front of everyone. In fact, any respect he might have felt for this Scrimgeour guy, apparently the new headmaster, definitely lessened slightly. Or, you know, significantly. But he stayed on his feet, all the same. As for the rest of that speech, Abra's frown deepened with the more that he heard. New school initiative? Change on the way? No need to question anything? That last part in particular set alarm bells ringing for Abra, but he didn't know what to do about it. What would happen if they did question things? Could they not even question the fact that they couldn't question anything? What if they had a good reason for doing so? Were they just supposed to blindly trust in this stranger and his new initiative? See, he had a lot of questions. Abra hadn't been prepared to have so much to think about on the very first night back at Hogwarts, and his head was starting to hurt. He had a not-so-good feeling about this whole situation and - as the man clicked his metal fingers, and the food appeared - Abra took his seat wondering exactly what this year would have in store for them. The anxiety was, predicably enough, starting to set in. He glanced towards the Hufflepuff table, wondering if he could catch Derf's eye and exchange some kind of meaningful look. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!