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*PhoenixRising* · 01-26-2022, 11:27 PM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Arlo’s enjoyment of the view and the fresh air didn’t last for long when a voice came from somewhere behind him. Initially he figured it was directed to someone else but when no reply came, the fourteen year old turned his head to the side to see a similar aged boy standing near him. He’d seen him around before he was sure but didn’t know him well enough to know his name. The conversation starter seemed a little forced and proper for his liking but he guessed that was how people conversed around here. Did they all stop and talk to each other about the weather like the adults did? Boring. “Yeah it’s cool.” It was nothing like the muggle schools he’d seen before made of concrete and stuck in the past. At least this one had grounds and lakes and mountains and despite the ancient looking interior which obviously hadn’t been changed in centuries, there was something about it which made it feel homely.

Did he look like an eleven year old kid? Merlin, he hoped not! He was a whole fourteen years old, a proper teenager not some bright eyed, bushy tailed little kid with all their hopes and dreams ahead of them. No, Arlo had gone grown out of that stage after his mum passed away and was now just a brooding teenager who resented the fact that he had been dumped into a school where he knew no one. Being a teenager was hard, okay?! Making friends when you’re young and you have literally one thing in common and you’re instantly best friends is the easiest thing ever. But when you’re older and everyone else around you is also grumpy and hormonal it gets a lot harder to socialise.

Still, this kid had actually bothered to stop and talk to him so it would be rude to completely ignore him wouldn’t it? And despite the solemn look on his face, the lack of siblings and childhood friends and the fact that he had already had somewhat of a traumatic childhood, Arlo was actually a fairly friendly guy. “Not a first year, no.” he answered. Clearly he was older than that. “I’m a third year but this is my first year at Hogwarts”

It was actually strange how much more outgoing Hogwarts was making him? Maybe it was the taste of stardom he had two years ago in the drama club, which hadn't proved to get him any closer to being popular, but can't say he didn't try and he still had 3.5 years more to achieve the goal of recognition. Also he wasn't typically one to talk about the scenery but also diving into his own internal struggles seemed far too personal to bombard a complete stranger with. Maybe after a few encounters with the lad. He nodded though, since it seemed the boy didn't want to chat much about the weather.

To be honest, no? But the kid was unfamiliar to Apollo and so why not venture a guess to try and be friendly. Also, he could 100000% relate to the brooding teenager thing, had the boy voiced those concerns and it was the worst !!! It was actually kind of nice to be talking with a boy for once too, because Merlin, girls were confusing. "Ah, where'd you transfer from? Beauxbatons?" It was the only wizarding school that Apollo seemed to remember, despite only JUST having a history of magic lesson on wizarding schools. He also knew of Luxembourg Quidditch Academy from his ~~Great~~ Uncle Aaron, but since the kid was only a third year, it was doubtful it was that one. "I'm Apollo. Fourth year. How you getting along here? Finding your way okay?" The castle could be a daunting place he knew, hormones aside.

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PhoenixRising Quintaped Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: in my head [GMT-6] Posts: 58,866 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Adara Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Emma Montmorency (#301199) Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Kartik Ishaan Joshi (#3112da) Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Kara Walsh (#aa1506) Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Tiffany Rose Slytherin Third Year x12 x8	YesJess! \| Captain Goggles \| Mama Badger \| Eva's Soul Sister \| An OG™ \| It's all in the Numbers Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot Arlo’s enjoyment of the view and the fresh air didn’t last for long when a voice came from somewhere behind him. Initially he figured it was directed to someone else but when no reply came, the fourteen year old turned his head to the side to see a similar aged boy standing near him. He’d seen him around before he was sure but didn’t know him well enough to know his name. The conversation starter seemed a little forced and proper for his liking but he guessed that was how people conversed around here. Did they all stop and talk to each other about the weather like the adults did? Boring. “Yeah it’s cool.” It was nothing like the muggle schools he’d seen before made of concrete and stuck in the past. At least this one had grounds and lakes and mountains and despite the ancient looking interior which obviously hadn’t been changed in centuries, there was something about it which made it feel homely. Did he look like an eleven year old kid? Merlin, he hoped not! He was a whole fourteen years old, a proper teenager not some bright eyed, bushy tailed little kid with all their hopes and dreams ahead of them. No, Arlo had gone grown out of that stage after his mum passed away and was now just a brooding teenager who resented the fact that he had been dumped into a school where he knew no one. Being a teenager was hard, okay?! Making friends when you’re young and you have literally one thing in common and you’re instantly best friends is the easiest thing ever. But when you’re older and everyone else around you is also grumpy and hormonal it gets a lot harder to socialise. Still, this kid had actually bothered to stop and talk to him so it would be rude to completely ignore him wouldn’t it? And despite the solemn look on his face, the lack of siblings and childhood friends and the fact that he had already had somewhat of a traumatic childhood, Arlo was actually a fairly friendly guy. “Not a first year, no.” he answered. Clearly he was older than that. “I’m a third year but this is my first year at Hogwarts” It was actually strange how much more outgoing Hogwarts was making him? Maybe it was the taste of stardom he had two years ago in the drama club, which hadn't proved to get him any closer to being popular, but can't say he didn't try and he still had 3.5 years more to achieve the goal of recognition. Also he wasn't typically one to talk about the scenery but also diving into his own internal struggles seemed far too personal to bombard a complete stranger with. Maybe after a few encounters with the lad. He nodded though, since it seemed the boy didn't want to chat much about the weather. To be honest, no? But the kid was unfamiliar to Apollo and so why not venture a guess to try and be friendly. Also, he could 100000% relate to the brooding teenager thing, had the boy voiced those concerns and it was the worst !!! It was actually kind of nice to be talking with a boy for once too, because Merlin, girls were confusing. "Ah, where'd you transfer from? Beauxbatons?" It was the only wizarding school that Apollo seemed to remember, despite only JUST having a history of magic lesson on wizarding schools. He also knew of Luxembourg Quidditch Academy from his ~~Great~~ Uncle Aaron, but since the kid was only a third year, it was doubtful it was that one. "I'm Apollo. Fourth year. How you getting along here? Finding your way okay?" The castle could be a daunting place he knew, hormones aside. __________________ ___________________You should take your little finger and just point it in the mirror. ________________________________________Baby, maybe you're the problem ✯