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Connected to the Armour Gallery, the Trophy Room is where all awards, trophies, cups, plates, shields, statues, and medals are put on display behind crystal glass. Dating back centuries are the numerous achievements that have been made by those who've walked within these walls. When the sunlight shines through the windows and hits the glass just right, the items and names within glimmer and shine oh so bright.
Hundreds of names can be read here, ranging from the great Harry Potter, teachers and ministers of the past, many of today's famous Quidditch players, and more. Carefully looking at all of the names on each individual nameplate, some of you just might even find your parents' names here. Feel free to admire and strive to get your name listed somewhere in this room before you graduate. Just don't press your fingers against the glass or think about having a late-night duel here. You will be sitting here every night for detention until each trophy and plaque in sight is polished to perfection if you do.
This wasn't perfect, quite a distance from perfect actually, but, Quinn was starting to realize this might be her best option. That fact alone was a bit irksome, but she was currently too out of breath to dwell on it much. It confused her, to be honest. Here she was, standing in an ancient, huge stone castle, and there wasn't a room that was both isolated and open enough for the amazing accoustics she was looking forward. The Great Hall would probably be remarkable, but it was usually full to some degree.
No. The Trophy room was not ideal. There was too many shelves and displays on the walls to be ideal. However, it was the best option Quinn had managed to stumble upon. And, honestly, she was out of breathe and tired of climbing and descending stairs in her search.
Quinn set her bag down on the floor, and sat down, leaning her back against a display case. She needed a moment to catch her breath. At least the Trophy room was empty. And she didn't really imagine a pressing urge in many students to hang out in here looking at names of students that no longer go here.
Finally, when her heart was no longer pounding and her breathing had all but returned to normal, Quinn pulled her bag onto her lap, opened it and reached deep inside; farther than should be possible. she pulled out a black case, set it gently on the stone floor, opened it and lovingly removed her violin.
She rest just a moment longer, before standing up and making her way to the center of the room. Quinn put her bow to the strings, and started to play. Something about the castle made this piece seem appropriate to her.
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This wasn't perfect, quite a distance from perfect actually, but, Quinn was starting to realize this might be her best option. That fact alone was a bit irksome, but she was currently too out of breath to dwell on it much. It confused her, to be honest. Here she was, standing in an ancient, huge stone castle, and there wasn't a room that was both isolated and open enough for the amazing accoustics she was looking forward. The Great Hall would probably be remarkable, but it was usually full to some degree.
No. The Trophy room was not ideal. There was too many shelves and displays on the walls to be ideal. However, it was the best option Quinn had managed to stumble upon. And, honestly, she was out of breathe and tired of climbing and descending stairs in her search.
Quinn set her bag down on the floor, and sat down, leaning her back against a display case. She needed a moment to catch her breath. At least the Trophy room was empty. And she didn't really imagine a pressing urge in many students to hang out in here looking at names of students that no longer go here.
Finally, when her heart was no longer pounding and her breathing had all but returned to normal, Quinn pulled her bag onto her lap, opened it and reached deep inside; farther than should be possible. she pulled out a black case, set it gently on the stone floor, opened it and lovingly removed her violin.
She rest just a moment longer, before standing up and making her way to the center of the room. Quinn put her bow to the strings, and started to play. Something about the castle made this piece seem appropriate to her.
It'd been an unproductive day down by the lake. Typically, the Ravenclaw was able to collect more specimens but the algae she was looking for hadn't really begun cultivating. Perhaps in a few weeks when the temperature dropped.
Waiting games were the worst.
Without much haste, Jessa made her way back up the floors of the castle. While on the grounds, she'd meant to go for a run...but that hadn't quite been the case and now that she was up three floors, she didn't see herself turning around for the sake of diligence. If it happened that she felt the sudden, overwhelming need for a run later (unlikely), she would make the trek back down but the girl didn't particularly like being outside. Given the choice, she spent most of her days within the castle walls.
She been about to ascend the next set of staircases when she heard the faint sound of music. Marginally curious about the source, she allowed herself the small detour and sought it out.
Trophy Room. That was a new one. She couldn't say she'd ever heard someone off in there playing before, but outside of the music room, she supposed it could make sense. Jessa peaked her head inside, spotting the First Year with ease from her position in the centre of the room. "Looking to avoid an audience?"
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Quinn jumped, bow screeching off the strings unpleasantly. She scowled, mostly at herself for that abhorrent last note. Lowering her violin, she turned to the intruder. Oh, it was Prefect Jessa. Quinn seemed to slip into a state of ease, like some barely perceptible tension evaporating like the morning dew under the warmth of the noon sun.
"Yes," she said, her tone even and matter-of-fact. "I'm not always...amicable," yeah, that worked, "of other people." In case the prefect hadn't quite noticed that of her. The way her eyes seemed to smile for her, though, suggested that, at present, Jessa was not considered one of those other people. After all, she did free her from luggage, and even though there was no danger of Quinn having been stuck in that luggage prison for long, it still did a lot to enamor the prefect to her. "I like my alone time and space," she added as a secondary thought. "But you're welcome to stay if you'd like."
Quinn paused, looking the prefect up and down curiously for the first time since she interrupted. "What have you been up to today?"
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Oh, no, she'd definitely noticed. Forever observing, always looking for answers, usually in dire need of understanding even the simplest of things, Jessa Cambridge tended to notice. The Prefect spent a lot more time looking and learning than she did talking and for that reason may have been considered reserved. Of course, she had her friends and she did like hanging out with them but she'd long grown out of the phase of actively trying to meet and befriend new people. Too much anxiety there.
"Both very good things." The alone time and space, that is. Jessa leaned against a section of the wall by the door for now. Quinn had given the okay for her to stay but the skeptical mind of the Ravenclaw took everything with a grain of salt. She would remain here to preserve what little space she could provide the younger girl. "I get my best work done when given those."
The less people pulling faces or making unwarranted comments, the better.
Oh. Her? "I was out by the lake, looking for algae. I've got this....idea I wanna try but I'll certainly need more than what the lake's currently got. I could have my dad owl it in, I suppose, but I'm not in any real rush and waiting might give me the perfect excuse for Test subject number 5." If Archimedes and Tiberius were already on the mend, SURELY she would need a new one to test the potion on--for authentication and validity reason, of course.
"Another bat, maybe...or a bird. The whomping willow has plenty." Blue eyes roamed the width of the room lazily, lingering where she knew her sister's name had been engraved. "If you'd like a proper place for practice, one where you won't be interrupted, I'd suggest the Room Of Requirements."
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Quinn nodded with a smile. Jessa clearly understood, she could see that obvious enough. It struck her suddenly that perhaps, she and Jessa weren't all that different. Jessa seemed much less cynical than Quinn, despite being the older of the two, but perhaps, beneath that detail, they weren't all that far apart. "I've never had trouble getting things done," she said. Then again, she never had trouble find space or time alone before this. Both of those were in ample supply at the Kevelle house, and on those rare occasions that she wanted company, she'd just climb across the roofs to Beth's house. That probably had a lot to do with getting things done with little issue.
"It's more..." she paused, hesitating clearly now. Imogen had told her she needed to work on opening up and letting people in. And she did sense a kindred spirit to some extent in Jessa, so maybe she'll understand it. "It's more, I can be me when alone in ways I usually can't when I'm not." Don't ask her to explain though. She felt the truth of the words clearly enough, but in what way they were true she could not yet say.
Her curiosity was swelling in her again. She wanted to know what this idea that Jessa seemed to come alive just thinking about was. The easiest way would be to ask, but it dawned on Quinn that Jessa might have avoided saying what it was for a reason. And besides, Quinn was much more comfortable with her usual tactic. Silently observing and watching and getting her answers that way. It took longer, but usually worked. Then again, Imogen would have prompted her to ask if she were here.
Before Quinn could decide which way to go, Jessa said something else that caught and occupied the girl's mind. A bat or a bird? No, she had said another bat. Quinn's eyes followed Jessa's to the where they settled for a moment, but there was nothing special about the spot, so she ignored it. "You don't hurt them, do you?" There was an undercurrent of concern in her question; concern that settled the internal debate inside her. "What is your experiment, if you don't mind me asking?"
Quinn tilted her head a bit, her eyes no longer seeing Jessa or the room for the briefest of seconds while she ran that name in through her head, trying to recall anything about it, or suss out any hidden information in the name, beyond the obvious of a room that fills a requirement. Or requires something. Then Quinn was back, brow slightly furrowed. "What's the Room of Requirement?"
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"The trouble for me usually comes from having others directly...sometimes indirectly involved." She explained lightly, already picking away at the end of her tie. It was all the standing around unoccupied and she didn't make a habit of it. "But I get that." In more ways than Quinn would ever realize. Some found being alone to be the most terrifying thing out there, but there was a certain comfort in the solitude. You could do as you pleased, you could be as you pleased and never have to worry about it.
"Being alone gets rid of that pesky pressure people keep insisting you don't need to feel." Funny how that wok, others thinking they could tell you how to feel. It was a little silly if you thought about it.
Ah and there was a typical question. It was bound to come sooner or later.
"Can't hurt dead things." Was her simple response. The Headmistress had been clear about not running her mouth to the entire school about it...presumably to avoid mass panic or something, she didn't know, but she knew it wasn't likely something for the ears of a First Year. "I take good care of all my subjects, not to worry." No, really, don't worry about it. She had enough neighsayers on her back insisting on the moral dilemma her experiments caused so she would quickly jump into the next topic. "The Room of Requirement." She repeated for emphasis. "It's a room up in the towers, you imagine what you'd like, there are some limitations but not very many and it'll create it for you. Just gotta concentrate while you're looking for it."
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Quinn nodded along with Jessa's assessment of the benefits of being alone somberly. She lowered her eyes to a spot along the stone floor for a moment, shifting her weight from foot to foot. No one around to make you question your worth either, she added quietly to herself. Alone you didn't have to worry about being wanted, or being disposable. You didn't have to worry about being confined to the background because it was just you.
Alone was better.
Dead things? Quinn's eyes snapped back up to Jessa, narrowing as they regarded her for a moment. No, she had mentioned the Whomping Willow, so they started dead before Jessa got them. Quinn relaxed a little. Still, the prefect was being evasive as ever about what the experiment was, which only piqued Quinn's interest all the more. She didn't press though, that would be useless anyway. No, Quinn would return to her normal method of learning what the people around her were up to, staying quiet, and watching from the background of things. And she was determined to find out now.
For now, though, she listened with interest at the description of the Room of Requirement, her mind turning the information over constantly, examining it from every possible angle it could. It sounded ideal, a sanctuary from the house and school and people. "Is that it, though? You simply walk the corridors and towers thinking about a room you want, and hope you cross its path? Or is there a trick to finding it with more accuracy?" She was, in fact, planning to search for it that evening after dinner.
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Quinn nodded along with Jessa's assessment of the benefits of being alone somberly. She lowered her eyes to a spot along the stone floor for a moment, shifting her weight from foot to foot. No one around to make you question your worth either, she added quietly to herself. Alone you didn't have to worry about being wanted, or being disposable. You didn't have to worry about being confined to the background because it was just you.
Alone was better.
Dead things? Quinn's eyes snapped back up to Jessa, narrowing as they regarded her for a moment. No, she had mentioned the Whomping Willow, so they started dead before Jessa got them. Quinn relaxed a little. Still, the prefect was being evasive as ever about what the experiment was, which only piqued Quinn's interest all the more. She didn't press though, that would be useless anyway. No, Quinn would return to her normal method of learning what the people around her were up to, staying quiet, and watching from the background of things. And she was determined to find out now.
For now, though, she listened with interest at the description of the Room of Requirement, her mind turning the information over constantly, examining it from every possible angle it could. It sounded ideal, a sanctuary from the house and school and people. "Is that it, though? You simply walk the corridors and towers thinking about a room you want, and hope you cross its path? Or is there a trick to finding it with more accuracy?" She was, in fact, planning to search for it that evening after dinner.
"There's no trick of accuracy." To get that clear from the start. "Though the better you concentrate the more accurate the room will be to the one you desire." Jessa herself didn't typically require lavish rooms, but on the odd occasion there was need for something specific and she adjusted her mind accordingly. "Just walk, concentrate and you shouldn't have too many problems. I wouldn't go thinking TOO much about it though, no need for that pressure." Didn't help anything and wasn't necessary.
Yes, the Room of Requirement had come in handy on the odd occasion. She didn't need it nearly as often as most others did but it served its purpose well enough when she did.
"Start out simple maybe, then work your way up to the more lavish settings. Get your mind used to finding it." A little practice never hurt.
"There's also a to of secret passages and abandoned classrooms you might stumble on. I'd tell you where they are but that'd defeat the purpose of exploration and I wouldn't go robbing you of that." The castle was large and almost maze like at times. Taking a walk around every now and then to get a better working knowledge base for it was just common sense and those who already knew where everything was were less inclined to go learning.
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"There's no trick of accuracy." To get that clear from the start. "Though the better you concentrate the more accurate the room will be to the one you desire." Jessa herself didn't typically require lavish rooms, but on the odd occasion there was need for something specific and she adjusted her mind accordingly. "Just walk, concentrate and you shouldn't have too many problems. I wouldn't go thinking TOO much about it though, no need for that pressure." Didn't help anything and wasn't necessary.
Yes, the Room of Requirement had come in handy on the odd occasion. She didn't need it nearly as often as most others did but it served its purpose well enough when she did.
"Start out simple maybe, then work your way up to the more lavish settings. Get your mind used to finding it." A little practice never hurt.
"There's also a to of secret passages and abandoned classrooms you might stumble on. I'd tell you where they are but that'd defeat the purpose of exploration and I wouldn't go robbing you of that." The castle was large and almost maze like at times. Taking a walk around every now and then to get a better working knowledge base for it was just common sense and those who already knew where everything was were less inclined to go learning.
Quinn shook her head absently, just once.
A tiny little gesture designed to sweep the hair out of her face.
Her eyes were distant, dancing with thought as she sifted through Jessa's words and instructions. For just a brief moment, she wondered if this was a trick. Actually, she couldn't be sure either way, and if it were a trick designed to humiliate her, it wasn't a very good one. Somehow, a Ravenclaw girl walking around the 7th floor corridors in thought didn't seem that humiliating or even out of place, to be honest.
Either way, it was worth checking out.
Quinn snapped her eyes back on Jessa. "Thank you."
She perked up slightly more and gave another little shake of her head to clear her face of hair. She knew the rumors, of course, that Hogwarts had plenty of secrets and passages, and while she hadn't doubted them, it was different hearing it directly from your prefect. It made it all more real than abstract, and she was suddenly very curious of what hidden jewels was Hogwarts hiding; and more importantly, what hidden jewels enticing enough for Jessa to dangle them like a carrot in front of her. Something seemed to suggest in Quinn that if Jessa had found those secrets to be dull and lackluster, she wouldn't have thought to mention them.
Quinn glanced around the Trophy room as if searching for the possibility of a secret passage in here, then she raised her violin back to her chin and hesitated. The desire to play just wasn't there anymore, swept away from all the questions and curious wonderings the talk of the Room of Requirement and all Hogwarts' other secrets had driven into her.
She lowered her violin again, glanced around once more, and then returned it to its case. "I think I am going to explore a bit." Quinn slipped the case into a bag that looked entirely to small for it to fit in, closed the bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Thank you again, and...good luck on that experiment I suppose."
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Quinn shook her head absently, just once.
A tiny little gesture designed to sweep the hair out of her face.
Her eyes were distant, dancing with thought as she sifted through Jessa's words and instructions. For just a brief moment, she wondered if this was a trick. Actually, she couldn't be sure either way, and if it were a trick designed to humiliate her, it wasn't a very good one. Somehow, a Ravenclaw girl walking around the 7th floor corridors in thought didn't seem that humiliating or even out of place, to be honest.
Either way, it was worth checking out.
Quinn snapped her eyes back on Jessa. "Thank you."
She perked up slightly more and gave another little shake of her head to clear her face of hair. She knew the rumors, of course, that Hogwarts had plenty of secrets and passages, and while she hadn't doubted them, it was different hearing it directly from your prefect. It made it all more real than abstract, and she was suddenly very curious of what hidden jewels was Hogwarts hiding; and more importantly, what hidden jewels enticing enough for Jessa to dangle them like a carrot in front of her. Something seemed to suggest in Quinn that if Jessa had found those secrets to be dull and lackluster, she wouldn't have thought to mention them.
Quinn glanced around the Trophy room as if searching for the possibility of a secret passage in here, then she raised her violin back to her chin and hesitated. The desire to play just wasn't there anymore, swept away from all the questions and curious wonderings the talk of the Room of Requirement and all Hogwarts' other secrets had driven into her.
She lowered her violin again, glanced around once more, and then returned it to its case. "I think I am going to explore a bit." Quinn slipped the case into a bag that looked entirely to small for it to fit in, closed the bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Thank you again, and...good luck on that experiment I suppose."
Jessa merely nodded at the younger girl's appreciation, not thinking it any particularly great deed she'd done. Quinn liked practising alone, she liked the quiet to be herself. It was an easy fix. Things that had easy fixes tended to get fixed...well....easily. The situation would've been no different if she'd said she needed an audience or she'd die. Jessa would have pointed out all of the most frequented places and offered up suggestions on how to draw a crowd.
For as much as she found it exponentially difficult to solve her own problems, solving the problems of others was something she liked doing. Figuring out the situation, working through the right solution and everything in between.
She watched a moment as the violin was raised again, half anticipating her to begin the same number again but the hesitation and subsequent narration of plans to explore set her mind on a different course of thinking. Again, the Sixth Year nodded, moving to the side just a bit for Quinn to make an exit. "You'll likely find far more than you were even hoping for. If you get lost most of the portraits are useful. Some like the company, don't let them string you along."
As for the luck, she didn't need it and she didn't believe in it but she nodded all the same. "I'll likely see you around the Common Room later." And with that she continued on her way, heading right back to her lab.
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Reese was still struggling with the fact he'd been sorted into Hufflepuff, even a few weeks into the term.. He felt out of place around all of the, in his humble opinion, overly friendly people in his house… Often times he'd be found on his own with the rodents in the immersion room they had in the common area. He definitely preferred the company of creatures to humans for more than one reason and those reasons he'd likely keep to himself.
He was out for a stroll about the castle, doing a bit of exploring and ended up on the third floor. He knew the trophy room was nearby and decided to have a look at all the awards and such that were earned by past students and staff at the Historic School of Magical Instruction. He was NOT at all prepared for what he walked in on and to be honest he was immediately uncomfortable with the situation.
As soon as he entered the room he heard a sniffle… Merlin!.. What now?!, he thought to himself as his curiosity brought him further into the room. As he edged in he noticed the robes that matched those of his house. CRUD! Now I GOTTA find out who it is that's cryin'.., He thought with a sigh. He couldn't see the girls face just yet, but he was pretty sure it was that girl that found out that her father died at the feast ..
" Umm.. Daisy?..", the first year ginger-puff asked with a soft voice. " Are ya okay?.. "
He wasn't at all the type to be all There, There.. When someone was down.. In fact he felt awkward and anxious around this emotional type stuff.. Death was a heavy thing to deal with and he was 11 so..
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Reese was still struggling with the fact he'd been sorted into Hufflepuff, even a few weeks into the term.. He felt out of place around all of the, in his humble opinion, overly friendly people in his house… Often times he'd be found on his own with the rodents in the immersion room they had in the common area. He definitely preferred the company of creatures to humans for more than one reason and those reasons he'd likely keep to himself.
He was out for a stroll about the castle, doing a bit of exploring and ended up on the third floor. He knew the trophy room was nearby and decided to have a look at all the awards and such that were earned by past students and staff at the Historic School of Magical Instruction. He was NOT at all prepared for what he walked in on and to be honest he was immediately uncomfortable with the situation.
As soon as he entered the room he heard a sniffle… Merlin!.. What now?!, he thought to himself as his curiosity brought him further into the room. As he edged in he noticed the robes that matched those of his house. CRUD! Now I GOTTA find out who it is that's cryin'.., He thought with a sigh. He couldn't see the girls face just yet, but he was pretty sure it was that girl that found out that her father died at the feast ..
" Umm.. Daisy?..", the first year ginger-puff asked with a soft voice. " Are ya okay?.. "
He wasn't at all the type to be all There, There.. When someone was down.. In fact he felt awkward and anxious around this emotional type stuff.. Death was a heavy thing to deal with and he was 11 so..
Daisy wouldn't normally be found in the Trophy Room but circumstances were different this time. She was trying to "move on" slightly so that her studies wouldn't suffer and to stop herself from feeling like she was making everyone, especially her fellow badgers walk on eggshells around her. Unfortunately, Daisy was failing and was crying softly amongst the multitude of trophies when she heard a voice.
She turned and saw that it was Reese, the redhaired first-year that didn't seem too thrilled when he got sorted into Hufflepuff. When he asked if she was okay, Daisy shook her head as she wiped away her tears. She needed to change the subject for her sake. "How are you adjusting to being a member of Hufflepuff?"
Reese shrugged at her question. How was he supposed to tell her or anyone else who was so obviously tickled to be in their house that he couldn't stand it?.. That he wanted to go to the Headmistress and tell her he'd rather be sent home than be in Hufflepuff?.. That he was not at all interested in making friends or having " A Good Time "?.. The fact was he had been placed into THE ONE house he had prayed NOT to be sorted into and he was, from the moment It had put him in it, devising a plan to exact his revenged on that moldy excuse for a chapeau!
" Don't much like it.. 'Cept for the rodent immersion area.. That's alright I guess" , he answered..
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Daisy could tell that Reese hated being in Hufflepuff. She had never encountered someone like that so she was finding it difficult to give him any advice. "Tell me why you don't like Hufflepuff. Maybe I can then try to help in some way."
Daisy could tell that Reese hated being in Hufflepuff. She had never encountered someone like that so she was finding it difficult to give him any advice. "Tell me why you don't like Hufflepuff. Maybe I can then try to help in some way."
Because I'm not like all of you.. I don't wanna be.. I wanted to be in Slytherin, but I'm not!.. I know ya'll think I'm odd because I'm not wanting to be all nice and happy to be around people all the time.. I don't know how to even BE a hufflepuff.. "[/B]
He was defeated as he sat down beside her.. " It's hard for me.. To make friends.. "
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Because I'm not like all of you.. I don't wanna be.. I wanted to be in Slytherin, but I'm not!.. I know ya'll think I'm odd because I'm not wanting to be all nice and happy to be around people all the time.. I don't know how to even BE a hufflepuff.. "[/B]
He was defeated as he sat down beside her.. " It's hard for me.. To make friends.. "
Daisy could understand what Reese meant. "I can see where you are coming from. There are plenty of times where I don't feel bright and sunny especially this term. Okay, let me ask you this. Are you hardworking, loyal, dedicated or believe in treating people fairly?"
Daisy could understand what Reese meant. "I can see where you are coming from. There are plenty of times where I don't feel bright and sunny especially this term. Okay, let me ask you this. Are you hardworking, loyal, dedicated or believe in treating people fairly?"
Reese nodded thankfully for her understanding.. Most people just chastised him for being a Grumpy Grumperson. As she listed off those qualities he couldn't disagree with not one of them.. " I'd say I'm all of those things, actually.. But it doesn't mean I should be in Hufflepuff.. I just feel like I don't fit in like everyone else.. ", he shrugged.
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Reese nodded thankfully for her understanding.. Most people just chastised him for being a Grumpy Grumperson. As she listed off those qualities he couldn't disagree with not one of them.. " I'd say I'm all of those things, actually.. But it doesn't mean I should be in Hufflepuff.. I just feel like I don't fit in like everyone else.. ", he shrugged.
"Do you feel disappointed that you and your sister aren't in the same Hogwarts house? I think it can be in a way, disappointing for some to be sorted into Hufflepuff because the traits of this house aren't as dramatic as the other houses."
She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. "I remember reading that during the Battle of Hogwarts our house was second to Harry Potter's house of Gryffindor regarding the number of students that were prepared to defend Hogwarts and fight Lord Voldemort and his gang."
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Sir Bloodiness entrance into the Trophy room via the Armour Gallery was as usual heard a long way, away by the thumping of his rattling chains and the loud grumbling. Floating into view to stop in front of the glass boxes of memorabilia from old, the blood stained roped spectre with his distinctive black staring eyes as usual searched for the items from past Slytherin student achievements.
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Sir Bloodiness entrance into the Trophy room via the Armour Gallery was as usual heard a long way, away by the thumping of his rattling chains and the loud grumbling. Floating into view to stop in front of the glass boxes of memorabilia from old, the blood stained roped spectre with his distinctive black staring eyes as usual searched for the items from past Slytherin student achievements.
Ah, what a splendid day for a stroll... er, float around the school! Sir Nicholas was in a merry mood as he glided down the corridor. He stopped as he heard the unmistakable sound of chains rattling and grumbling coming from the trophy room. Oh, dear! Was the Baron in one of his moods again? Such a broody fellow!
The Gryffindor ghost floated in the direction of the sound, joining his fellow spirit in front of the glass case. "Good day, Sir Baron!" he greeted.
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Ah, what a splendid day for a stroll... er, float around the school! Sir Nicholas was in a merry mood as he glided down the corridor. He stopped as he heard the unmistakable sound of chains rattling and grumbling coming from the trophy room. Oh, dear! Was the Baron in one of his moods again? Such a broody fellow!
The Gryffindor ghost floated in the direction of the sound, joining his fellow spirit in front of the glass case. "Good day, Sir Baron!" he greeted.
The Baron was humming to himself and rattling with his chains in tune as he read the plaques of old magnificent Slytherins like Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. Of course though as usual at Hogwarts, he hadn't been alone in the Trophy room long before Sir Nick came floating in and up by his side in front of the glass cages. Turning his head to the other ghost he greeted gruffly "Good day, Sir Nicholas! What brings you here?" Not Peeves again the Baron wished.
Resident Ghost of Gryffindor | Chivilrous & Sociable
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Originally Posted by Bloody Baron
The Baron was humming to himself and rattling with his chains in tune as he read the plaques of old magnificent Slytherins like Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. Of course though as usual at Hogwarts, he hadn't been alone in the Trophy room long before Sir Nick came floating in and up by his side in front of the glass cages. Turning his head to the other ghost he greeted gruffly "Good day, Sir Nicholas! What brings you here?" Not Peeves again the Baron wished.
Sir Nicholas bobbed up and down in time to the tune the Baron was humming. It was good to see the Slytherin ghost in a cheerful mood for a change! He smiled at the greeting. "Oh, nothing important. It's just such a perfect day to roam the castle," he replied. The dungeons were depressingly dreary this time of year! "You?"
The Gryffindor ghost glanced into the glass trophy case. So many past Gryffindor accomplishments! His eyes landed on an award once given to the great Harry Potter himself and his friend Ron Weasley. Ah, memories!
Resident Ghost of Slytherin | Hot-Tempered & Not Amused
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Originally Posted by Nearly Headless Nick
Sir Nicholas bobbed up and down in time to the tune the Baron was humming. It was good to see the Slytherin ghost in a cheerful mood for a change! He smiled at the greeting. "Oh, nothing important. It's just such a perfect day to roam the castle," he replied. The dungeons were depressingly dreary this time of year! "You?"
The Gryffindor ghost glanced into the glass trophy case. So many past Gryffindor accomplishments! His eyes landed on an award once given to the great Harry Potter himself and his friend Ron Weasley. Ah, memories!
Apparently Sir Nicholas didn't know just how irritating the Baron thought it was when his ghostly 'friend' bobbed up and down in tune to his own humming. He saw no point in explaining it so he asked, rattling with his chain as he did so and eyes on Nick. "Really? So you aren’t planning for your grand deathday party as usual?"
Turning to face the glass again his bloodiness murmured as he gestured with a ghostly finger to the old trophies and plaques. "Do you think Hogwarts will see any great wizards again like Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore?"
Resident Ghost of Gryffindor | Chivilrous & Sociable
Sir Nicholas stopped bobbing as the Baron's chain rattling caught his attention. He smiled at the mention of his deathday party. The Baron really thought his parties were grand? "I thought I'd take a break from the party planning," he replied. "I still have plenty of time." That, and 604 wasn't exactly a milestone year. "I'm thinking something simple this year. Do you have any ideas, Baron?"
He was still looking at the trophy case, reminiscing about past Gryffindor victories, when the Slytherin ghost spoke again. "Of course! It’s only a matter of time " he said. If he could've nodded without his head falling off, he would've. "The next great wizard could be right under our noses." Not literally, of course!
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