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Hogwarts RPG Name: Dhruv Vihaan Khanna Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Aryan Zahid Atreyu-Rehman Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Idris Ace Grunt Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Dynah Aavni Atreyu-Rehman Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Krittika Saanvi Joshi Ravenclaw Sixth Year x12 x12
| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Phoebe! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by astrocat So far, Phoebe did not like Hogwarts. It was loud, overwhelming, and and and and and nobody liked her, she was pretty sure. And she wished so bad that she wasn't a Slytherin. But she did like exploring... that was a nice thing about Hogwarts. Another nice thing was that her robes were green, and the kitchens had infinity food. But she still cried every day.
Today, she was using her free time to explore the grounds. She wandered out to the courtyard and then onto the bridge. She liked the fresh air and sun and the view, all things that the Slytherin common room didn't have much of. she came to a stop beside a boy her age, just a little bigger than her, and leaned on the railing next to him. "The view from here is so big," Phoebe said. Then she just sighed.
Aryan could sadly relate to Phoebe to an extent. He liked Hogwarts but was having a horrendous time adjusting. He had never been away this long from the Reserve and his fathers. The thought occurred to him that given the option, he would have gone right back home after his first day of classes. If it hadn’t been for his friends, he was pretty sure he’d have been utterly miserable.
However, like Phoebe, Ary thought exploration was wonderful.
The movement beside him had him turning so quickly that it cricked slightly but painfully. Rubbing the smarting side of it, the dark haired boy eyed Phoebe, whom he recognised instantly since they shared a Common Room. Her words were considered before he shrugged. That was one way of looking at it. The sigh did concern him, you know. Was it the exasperated type? The happy type? The get-me-out-of-this-place-or-I’ll-go-mad type? The latter of which he himself sighed a lot of, by the way. “You okay?” |
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