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Padie · 09-24-2008, 02:40 PM

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Originally Posted by Nienna

"Oh my."

The voice of Kingston Wendleworth appeared amongst the Gryffindor table. He stood with much confidence, leaning a little on his left leg, his brow raised in disbelief and both his hands in his pockets. His eyes looked down at Jason as the boy hollered about his back. Dear heavens, he shouldn't scream. A man never screams about in pain. Horribly improper and... wasn't the boy a Gryffindor? Merlin's, suck it up.

"My, oh my, " he mused, standing just above Daphne Hopton as though he was making sure the girl wouldn't get touched by these simpletons. Heavens no! "I suggest you go to the hospital instead of howling on the top of your lungs, Mr. Weasley. I practically heard you from the Hufflepuff's table." Kingston sighed, frowning a bit. "My, oh my..."

And at last Melina was at Hogwarts. Good Merlin, she as at Hogwarts! Looking around the hall, the tiny second year's eyes were positively too bright, which was probably due to the fact that her eyes were covered with tears of the purest of joy. But then again, how could they not be? That castle was even better than she had pictured. Besides, it was as if someone had put her inside a fairytale. How could she not be happy?

Glad as she was, Melly hardly noticed where she put her feet or where she was walking to. Actually, she wasn't even aware that she was moving. In fact, she only became aware of such a fact when her view of the walls and the starlit ceiling became blocked by... a wall? Blinking, the girl gave a couple steps back. No, it couldn't be a wall. A wall wouldn't just pop out of nowhere, would it? No, no, no. Magic could do a whole lot of things but popping walls was not one of them. Or was it? Well, either way, she was confident that whatever was in front of her was not a wall.

And Merlin, was she right. Upon a second look, she became aware that what was in front of he was actually a rather tall boy. A boy with absurdly beautiful hair, mind you. And - wait a second! Had he just spoken? Most definitely! After all, no-one else around seemed to have pretty enough hair to fit such a voice. Oh, now she was curious, curious as to what his face would look like. If she was right, then he'd look very, very, very handsome. Why shouldn't he, anyway? He had pretty hair and a pretty voice. Besides, they were inside a fairytale castle and shouldn't every fairytale castle have a handsome boy in it?

Too curious to stop herself, Mel gave a few more steps so that she was able to catch part of the boy's face. Merlin! She had been too right. That boy was... He was a prince! He was a gorgeous prince! Mouth opened, cheeks flushed, the girl simply stared at the boy in pure awe.

09-24-2008, 02:40 PM	#104 (permalink)
Padie Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Neverland Posts: 39,693 Hogwarts RPG Name: Margaret Jacqueline Atkinson Morris Fifth Year	Potter’s Princess A+ FangGirl Quote: Originally Posted by Nienna "Oh my." The voice of Kingston Wendleworth appeared amongst the Gryffindor table. He stood with much confidence, leaning a little on his left leg, his brow raised in disbelief and both his hands in his pockets. His eyes looked down at Jason as the boy hollered about his back. Dear heavens, he shouldn't scream. A man never screams about in pain. Horribly improper and... wasn't the boy a Gryffindor? Merlin's, suck it up. "My, oh my, " he mused, standing just above Daphne Hopton as though he was making sure the girl wouldn't get touched by these simpletons. Heavens no! "I suggest you go to the hospital instead of howling on the top of your lungs, Mr. Weasley. I practically heard you from the Hufflepuff's table." Kingston sighed, frowning a bit. "My, oh my..." And at last Melina was at Hogwarts. Good Merlin, she as at Hogwarts! Looking around the hall, the tiny second year's eyes were positively too bright, which was probably due to the fact that her eyes were covered with tears of the purest of joy. But then again, how could they not be? That castle was even better than she had pictured. Besides, it was as if someone had put her inside a fairytale. How could she not be happy? Glad as she was, Melly hardly noticed where she put her feet or where she was walking to. Actually, she wasn't even aware that she was moving. In fact, she only became aware of such a fact when her view of the walls and the starlit ceiling became blocked by... a wall? Blinking, the girl gave a couple steps back. No, it couldn't be a wall. A wall wouldn't just pop out of nowhere, would it? No, no, no. Magic could do a whole lot of things but popping walls was not one of them. Or was it? Well, either way, she was confident that whatever was in front of her was not a wall. And Merlin, was she right. Upon a second look, she became aware that what was in front of he was actually a rather tall boy. A boy with absurdly beautiful hair, mind you. And - wait a second! Had he just spoken? Most definitely! After all, no-one else around seemed to have pretty enough hair to fit such a voice. Oh, now she was curious, curious as to what his face would look like. If she was right, then he'd look very, very, very handsome. Why shouldn't he, anyway? He had pretty hair and a pretty voice. Besides, they were inside a fairytale castle and shouldn't every fairytale castle have a handsome boy in it? Too curious to stop herself, Mel gave a few more steps so that she was able to catch part of the boy's face. Merlin! She had been too right. That boy was... He was a prince! He was a gorgeous prince! Mouth opened, cheeks flushed, the girl simply stared at the boy in pure awe. __________________ I gotta go back to the muggle world, they're gonna try and tell me this wasn't, that none of this happened, but you know what? It was real. It did happen. We spent time here. We made friends here. That's a part of us. Cause Hogwarts is bigger than any of us, of any of it's founders, and it's going to be around long after we're gone. Maybe we'll see our kids come here one day. That's the thing about Hogwarts. No matter how long you're away from it, there's always a way back.