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Caroline returned Emma's smile. "Well, if you need any help you know who to come to." she said with a nod. She would be glad to help her with anything, who knew maybe it would help her with her NEWTs. "Haha well now..... pranks and cake fights..." she laughed rememebering the cake fight at Brae's birthday party. EPIC! "That's was so fun."
And so when things were much simpler for her. Back when she was with Carter. She remembered saving him some cake and there snow ball fight afterwards. Okaay Caroline don't think about it."I know, I don't want that day to ever come either. There are so many of us sixth years here." She only had one more year here, she was going to make it her best."Well that's a good question. I know I'm going to Africa for sure. I maybe going to the quidditch cup. And I've got newborn niece and nephew at home. That auntie Caroline will have to spoil" She grinned. "What about you? What's your plans for the summer?"
The blonde Malfoy clapped along for her housemates. Awesome! And before she could wish her Head of House good bye, Lafay left quickly. Awww... Then she turned back to Caroline.
Emma gave Caroline a happy smile. "Thank you. I definitely will take you up on your offer," she chirped. The Malfoy would TOTALLY take her up on her offer. In a heartbeat. She could go to Caroline for a lot of help, Braeden for Muggle Studies, and Theo and Alfie for more help! Yep, that worked. It would work brilliantly. Emma smirked. "Yes and don't forget the cake canon!" she exclaimed, giggling at the thought of Theo on the Cake Canon. And then the Malfoy winked. "Between you and me, I'll never let Theo forget it." Mwaha.
"Going to Africa? Awesome. What part!? Take loads of pictures! Hey, I'm going to the Quidditch World Cup too! My brother's playing. Aww that's adorable. I'm sure your an awesome aunt!" began Emma. Now, what was Emma doing over the summer. "Well, taking a photography course, going to the Quidditch Cup, having people over and you're invited! I'll send you an owl. Visiting Trixie and her family, playing Quidditch and going to Portugal to learn Porteguese. My parents want me to learn it because they think it would be good to have another language besides English and French. And of course, hanging out with Braeden... If that's still on..." she added casually.
Jimbo will set his turtle loose on you. { The Farley } "That's trademarked, don't use it."
Jimbo wanted to punch him.
He rose from his seat. His anger was spiralling out of control and he knew that if he stayed a second longer nothing would stop him from decking the Quidditch Captain.
He really felt like he just had the floor ripped out from under him. He never saw this coming and he felt sick because he knew that he should have. It must have been obvious, after all.
Monty was ignoring him and that's what hurt most of all. He was used to having her think he was childish, but this was something else altogether. He was now apparently being too immature to acknowledge.
But then quite suddenly, as his anger grew he found himself wanting to yell at her, to grab her and force her to pay attention. Didn't she understand? She is his everything.
He was more than hurt, he was truly and irreversebly destroyed.
Happy. Happy with Aaron Anderson. The Slytherin Quidditch Captain. Iris Beaumont, Head Girl and Aaron Anderson, Quidditch Captain.
And what was he? Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Iris Beaumont didn't care for him. It was and always will be all about Aaron Anderson.
Anderson, who was now looking at him with a furiously calm expression. Anderson, who was asking him what he was going to do about all this. Daring him, challenging him.
Jimbo glared as his anger peaked. He should have left right away. He shouldn't have allowed himself to get so worked up. But there it was. Maybe his way of dealing wasn't very good but he loves Iris Beaumont and if it weren't for Aaron Anderson, Jimbo knew he would have been the one that she was about to marry.
And so, Jimbo Farley punched Aaron Anderson.
With all his anger, sadness and regret, he punched the Quidditch Captain.
It should have felt amazing. It should have made him feel better, but he didn't have space for happiness within his utter depression.
His fist was bleeding. And Anderson's face must have been too.
Jimbo didn't realize when his eyes began watering. He stared at Anderson's fiance with a cold expression, betrayed only by his red eyes.
"Forget you, Iris Beaumont."
Leaving everything destroyed behind him, he left the Great Hall.
Jai saw Caroline wave at him from her table. He quickly went over to her and said,"Hey, just couldn't let the feast end and not say anything to you. I had a great year, one of the best in my life.For once I felt like I belonged somewhere. I couldn't have made it through it without you. So, thanks." He was quiet as he spoke, before he flashed her a smile. He could feel the heat rising in his ears again but ignored it.
Clearing his throat, Jai remarked, "So, congrats to you and your house."
Caroline moved over a bit to let him sit beside her. Well wasn't that sweet. It was nice to hear that she had helped someone have a great year. She was literary at loss for words, for a few minutes. She smiled. "Oh well Your welcome. I'm glad that I could help make your year fun." Yeah that made her night.....
She just nodded at the last part about her house.
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Originally Posted by Deniiz
...after done with the congratulating the new, eh, fiancés, Evan returned back with Caroline to answer the questions she had asked before he left.
"Why not ready for your last year?" he asked with a small smile. For him, it had been the easiest; he didn't study much for NEWTs, since his destination was set: Everton FC. But, surely, she wouldn't be ready for her NEWTs yet... still, it was a good year.
"Me? Yeah, the decoration is just to my liking." He smirked. Their awesomeness was something to be talked about until they, themselves, made something better. Because no other house was capable of being better than them. Hehe. As for the next question... he sighed. "I thought I was ready, but..." IHADBEENFOOLISH! "...I am a little terrified now." He had had a few nightmares about it, to be exact. He couldn't run or pass on the pitch, and the spectators were laughing at him. Ahem.
"Yes. We were the best, like always." Especially, their last touch of the points was really, eh, sly. Then, taking a sip at his pumpkin juice, he said "I'll be playing football. At Everton FC." In Liverpool. She should know that, Malfoy and pureblood or not. Because Everton was GRAND.
Carooline shrugged. "Well I am and I'm not. You know." Well times like the end of term feast was mostly, the reason why she wasn't ready for her last year. And NEWTs, The NEWTs part wasn't that bad it was just that that her OWL year and NEWT year was going to be back to back. Yeah way to much studying for her two years in a row.
Anyway..... She nodded. Green and Silver did look great in the great at an end of term feast. She looked around again. Yeah, it looked great. Tate gave his speech and Caroline waited until he was finished with his speech before continuing their conversation.
Well well then, so she had heard correctly. She smiled and tried to act a bit more surprised. "Wow, Evan that's great. You'll be playing football." Now that sounded like something to be excited about way better than some minstry job, and having that awful Borr as a boss. "Dance class? Are you serious?" she was very annoyed by the thought of dancing for a class next term. She would rather have double Herbology everyday of the term than this dance crap. "You sure you don't want to come back next term just that?" She raised her eyebrow and smirked. She definitely wouldn't.
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Caroline moved over a bit to let him sit beside her. Well wasn't that sweet. It was nice to hear that she had helped someone have a great year. She was literary at loss for words, for a few minutes. She smiled. "Oh well Your welcome. I'm glad that I could help make your year fun." Yeah that made her night.....
She just nodded at the last part about her house.
Jai chuckled a little and sat down next to her. He hesitated a bit before he continued,"So, are you ready for this summer? " he asked, looking around at the chattering Slytherines before turning his gaze back to her."I mean it should be a good summer."
He looked at her and thought,'I hope time will heal her.'
The blonde Malfoy clapped along for her housemates. Awesome! And before she could wish her Head of House good bye, Lafay left quickly. Awww... Then she turned back to Caroline.
Emma gave Caroline a happy smile. "Thank you. I definitely will take you up on your offer," she chirped. The Malfoy would TOTALLY take her up on her offer. In a heartbeat. She could go to Caroline for a lot of help, Braeden for Muggle Studies, and Theo and Alfie for more help! Yep, that worked. It would work brilliantly. Emma smirked. "Yes and don't forget the cake canon!" she exclaimed, giggling at the thought of Theo on the Cake Canon. And then the Malfoy winked. "Between you and me, I'll never let Theo forget it." Mwaha.
"Going to Africa? Awesome. What part!? Take loads of pictures! Hey, I'm going to the Quidditch World Cup too! My brother's playing. Aww that's adorable. I'm sure your an awesome aunt!" began Emma. Now, what was Emma doing over the summer. "Well, taking a photography course, going to the Quidditch Cup, having people over and you're invited! I'll send you an owl. Visiting Trixie and her family, playing Quidditch and going to Portugal to learn Porteguese. My parents want me to learn it because they think it would be good to have another language besides English and French. And of course, hanging out with Braeden... If that's still on..." she added casually.
An owl comes to Emma.
Hi Emma. How are you doing? I miss talking to you "fake sister" I bet you are doing great in school. I always knew you were, I mean are a cool, great friend, especially to me. My cousin Victoria is getting married to Jason. They are getting married this week-end.
So how are you doing in your schoolwork? How are you doing in swimming and just enjoying HogWarts. Do you still talk to Freya and Fee?
I hope you met William. He is my cousin. I know he will like you.
Signed an old friend and your "fake" brother,
Rex Trigwell.
William just came by and saw Emma. " wow,, [retty cool to get an owl at school" Willaim told Emma. "So who is the owl from Emma?" Willaim asked Emma.
He rose from his seat. His anger was spiralling out of control and he knew that if he stayed a second longer nothing would stop him from decking the Quidditch Captain.
He really felt like he just had the floor ripped out from under him. He never saw this coming and he felt sick because he knew that he should have. It must have been obvious, after all.
Monty was ignoring him and that's what hurt most of all. He was used to having her think he was childish, but this was something else altogether. He was now apparently being too immature to acknowledge.
But then quite suddenly, as his anger grew he found himself wanting to yell at her, to grab her and force her to pay attention. Didn't she understand? She is his everything.
He was more than hurt, he was truly and irreversebly destroyed.
Happy. Happy with Aaron Anderson. The Slytherin Quidditch Captain. Iris Beaumont, Head Girl and Aaron Anderson, Quidditch Captain.
And what was he? Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Iris Beaumont didn't care for him. It was and always will be all about Aaron Anderson.
Anderson, who was now looking at him with a furiously calm expression. Anderson, who was asking him what he was going to do about all this. Daring him, challenging him.
Jimbo glared as his anger peaked. He should have left right away. He shouldn't have allowed himself to get so worked up. But there it was. Maybe his way of dealing wasn't very good but he loves Iris Beaumont and if it weren't for Aaron Anderson, Jimbo knew he would have been the one that she was about to marry.
And so, Jimbo Farley punched Aaron Anderson.
With all his anger, sadness and regret, he punched the Quidditch Captain.
It should have felt amazing. It should have made him feel better, but he didn't have space for happiness within his utter depression.
His fist was bleeding. And Anderson's face must have been too.
Jimbo didn't realize when his eyes began watering. He stared at Anderson's fiance with a cold expression, betrayed only by his red eyes.
"Forget you, Iris Beaumont."
Leaving everything destroyed behind him, he left the Great Hall.
Isabelle saw a boy punch the Quidditch captain. "Oh No," she said. Poor Aaron, poor Iris. All the sudden she started to feel woozy. The sight of blood normally did that to her. All the sudden everything was going around in circles. She was so dizzy.
Plonk. Isabelle fainted right there at the Slytherin table from the sight of blood.
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Originally Posted by Droo
Hecate turned about hearing the Headmaster's speech coming to a close. She cleared her throat getting everyone's attention.
"Slytherin students, I want to congratulate you all on winning the house cup. There was only a week left and you all pulled through beautifully. I will say this once, so listen up. I am very proud of you all." and she was. Truly.
"I would first like to wish the seventh years at this table goodbye, and good luck in all their future endevours as I'm sure all of you younger students do too." And if they didn't she's hex them.
"That being said, I would also like to congradulate you on placing in first place in the Gobstones Cup and in the Quidditch Cup. It's been a long time since Slytherin has won all three and as some of you have already said. It feels good. I would keep the cups in my office but," as I don't want you all to bug me next year, she thought, "I will have them placed in the common room for all to admire." She said with a nod.
"I know you all worked hard but there are a few people I would like to acknowledge. Miss Sierra Greingoth, with 744 is the Top earning Slytherin Student, and she is the second top point earner in the school." She began clapping her hands assuming the other students would follow. "Miss Helena Hopkins is in second top scoring Slytherin student and with her 519 points she's third top point earner in the school." Hecate clapped again. "Miss Evelyn Flores is the third Slytherin top student with 472 points, which places her as Fifth student in the school. Miss Aiden Heartnett is fouth Slytherin top point earner with 284 points, and finally with 200 points, Miss Kimalia Fanster is the fifth top point earner in the Slytherin." She applauded for them.
"To all those returning next term, get your rest, have fun... you will have a lot to learn when you return. Now behave and enjoy the feast." And with that, she gave them all a nod, and returned to the staff table.
...
Helena listened carefully to her head of house's speech, and clapped when she did. She only stopped clapping when the woman mentioned her name, and she felt her cheeks turn red that moment. But soon enough, she went on, and her cheeks turned back to the pale colour.
BUT the main thing was that she mentioned that she was proud of them. A smile would've looked even better, but Helena couldn't stop grinning anyway.
... until she saw that guy punch the quidditch captain, and soon, a girl fainting. RIGHT THERE.
...
The house cup was already theirs, right? No one could take it back now, riiiiight?
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SPOILER!!: Professah!
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Originally Posted by Droo
Hecate turned about hearing the Headmaster's speech coming to a close. She cleared her throat getting everyone's attention.
"Slytherin students, I want to congratulate you all on winning the house cup. There was only a week left and you all pulled through beautifully. I will say this once, so listen up. I am very proud of you all." and she was. Truly.
"I would first like to wish the seventh years at this table goodbye, and good luck in all their future endevours as I'm sure all of you younger students do too." And if they didn't she's hex them.
"That being said, I would also like to congradulate you on placing in first place in the Gobstones Cup and in the Quidditch Cup. It's been a long time since Slytherin has won all three and as some of you have already said. It feels good. I would keep the cups in my office but," as I don't want you all to bug me next year, she thought, "I will have them placed in the common room for all to admire." She said with a nod.
"I know you all worked hard but there are a few people I would like to acknowledge. Miss Sierra Greingoth, with 744 is the Top earning Slytherin Student, and she is the second top point earner in the school." She began clapping her hands assuming the other students would follow. "Miss Helena Hopkins is in second top scoring Slytherin student and with her 519 points she's third top point earner in the school." Hecate clapped again. "Miss Evelyn Flores is the third Slytherin top student with 472 points, which places her as Fifth student in the school. Miss Aiden Heartnett is fouth Slytherin top point earner with 284 points, and finally with 200 points, Miss Kimalia Fanster is the fifth top point earner in the Slytherin." She applauded for them.
"To all those returning next term, get your rest, have fun... you will have a lot to learn when you return. Now behave and enjoy the feast." And with that, she gave them all a nod, and returned to the staff table.
Not really paying attention to the headmaster since she was certain nothing all that extremely important was going to be said, (It's the ENDING feast! C'mon!), Evelyn picked up her fork and examined it, wondering if Hogwarts would miss one eating utensil.
However, before she knew it, the speech was finished, the food had appeared, and her Head of House started speaking. Well now, she'd give Lafay her attention. Placing the fork down, the Slytherin sixth year glanced over to the potions mistress, clapping quietly for all those she named. Yes, even herself. Third place in top Slytherins? Fifth place in the entire school? Good Merlin, she was becoming lazy.
Not being hungry, once Lafay went back up to the staff table, Evelyn stood up to go say hello to a certain Gryffindor she'd been dying to see all day...
SPOILER!!: Jimmyyyyyy Jimbo Jim.
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Originally Posted by AlexandraRamos
Jimbo wanted to punch him.
He rose from his seat. His anger was spiralling out of control and he knew that if he stayed a second longer nothing would stop him from decking the Quidditch Captain.
He really felt like he just had the floor ripped out from under him. He never saw this coming and he felt sick because he knew that he should have. It must have been obvious, after all.
Monty was ignoring him and that's what hurt most of all. He was used to having her think he was childish, but this was something else altogether. He was now apparently being too immature to acknowledge.
But then quite suddenly, as his anger grew he found himself wanting to yell at her, to grab her and force her to pay attention. Didn't she understand? She is his everything.
He was more than hurt, he was truly and irreversebly destroyed.
Happy. Happy with Aaron Anderson. The Slytherin Quidditch Captain. Iris Beaumont, Head Girl and Aaron Anderson, Quidditch Captain.
And what was he? Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Iris Beaumont didn't care for him. It was and always will be all about Aaron Anderson.
Anderson, who was now looking at him with a furiously calm expression. Anderson, who was asking him what he was going to do about all this. Daring him, challenging him.
Jimbo glared as his anger peaked. He should have left right away. He shouldn't have allowed himself to get so worked up. But there it was. Maybe his way of dealing wasn't very good but he loves Iris Beaumont and if it weren't for Aaron Anderson, Jimbo knew he would have been the one that she was about to marry.
And so, Jimbo Farley punched Aaron Anderson.
With all his anger, sadness and regret, he punched the Quidditch Captain.
It should have felt amazing. It should have made him feel better, but he didn't have space for happiness within his utter depression.
His fist was bleeding. And Anderson's face must have been too.
Jimbo didn't realize when his eyes began watering. He stared at Anderson's fiance with a cold expression, betrayed only by his red eyes.
"Forget you, Iris Beaumont."
Leaving everything destroyed behind him, he left the Great Hall.
But Sir Punch A Lot caught her attention.
...
......
Well that was entertaining for a good ten seconds.
Blinking as the Slytherin student left the great hall, Evelyn glanced back over to the graduating quidditch captain for a brief moment before shrugging her shoulders lightly and making her way over to the Gryffindor table. The Slytherin table was too dramatic.
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Originally Posted by Pinky
Leaning in a little closer she whispered, "King Stradivarius sounds much more regal, babe." Winking she poked the end of his nose and giggled.
BAH. Graduation talk... "Who knows where I will run off to at the end of next year. I am thinking I want to see the world... the WHOLE world. As much of it as I can see. I dun plan to be around here too awful much." Returning the little kiss she snuggled up on him and sighed a bit.
Finchley was fantastic. Even though she wasn't that used to a PERSON waiting on her... she always tried to help him with things. Hehe. "I was thinking... we could rough it this trip. Save some money. Stay in hostels and backpack. I can do magic outside of school now. It'll make things much easier. Besides. I was thinking of hopping around Asia, not just staying in India. I want to see China, Japan... everything we can in two months. Then... we can go home for a while."
He burst out laughing, one of the rare times that he does so of a name that he begrudgingly carries "That is much better isnt it? King Stradivarius. Although maybe that should be our little secret, I mean really last thing I want is some doof yelling it out loud around Hogwarts like some kind of... herald or something."
"Backpacking across Asia?" a slow smile spread across his features. He LOVED that idea. The sparkle in his eyes showed it. But... "You sure about that Luv? Its not like the family will be charging us for the room. And I dont doubt that you can handle it, but its just..... I just want you to enjoy the trip, not be bothered with trivial stuff you know?" Like various kinds of bugs. Shudder.
SPOILER!!: Jimbo gone ballistic
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Then he head snapped around to the sound of fist smacking face. Yeah he knew that sound all too well. He would've stood up quickly had Lexi not been sitting on him but perhaps that was for the best. Because Jimbo, for all the laugh-a-riot antics his friend can pull, looked to be a man that shouldnt be messed with at that moment. As his eyes shifted to Jimbo and to Iris and to Aaron and all the students gathered around their table, he unconsciously hugged Lexi a little tighter. Yes he too traced that path Jimbo was on now, more times than he cared to admit. In many respects he actually encourage the punching. He would've just preferred that it was on something else and not Aaron.
Oh well they are graduating. Its not like Lafay would throw the lot of them in detention now innit? Besides a small part of him actually wants to see if these two laddies would continue it somewhere on the train. Caching caching!
SPOILER!!: Tatertots and Dragon Lady
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
Tate had been full on stewing as he watched drama and chatter and excitement happening around him. He didn't mind it so much, although he could do without drama. What was it with teenagers and drama? They were like moths attracted to the light source of overreaction and hormonal imbalance or something.
After long enough, he shook his head and rose to his feet. With an impatient hand, he gestured the waiting students back to their respective tables. Time for his much anticipated speech - much anticipated because he knew they all hoped it would be over sooner rather than later.
"Good evening, Hogwarts staff and students. As we enjoy this final feast from our house elves, let us take a moment to acknowledge our Slytherin brethren for winning the Quidditch cup and House Cup this year. This is starting to become a habit, I think. I know many of you put in a lot of excellent effort toward earning house points this term, and your house very much appreciates your work. In fact, Lord Borr would like to invite the top earner in each house to the Ministry of Magic for a special tour. Let's give a hand to Kurumi Hollingberry, Sierra Greingoth, Eino Uronen, and Penny Laughgood."
He waited for any clapping to subside before continuing. "As you know, this is an exciting time as we're heading into summer and new adventures and no more classes, but it is also a time for change and reflection as we say good bye to old friends and professors. To all of you, I bid you so long and good luck. Hogwarts will always be a sanctuary and hall of learning, no matter where you go in life."
It seemed as if they had a larger number than usual graduating this term, but every term felt like that to him. The longer he was here, the more students he saw leave. Sad, really, to always be the one staying.
"For those of you who were privy to the happenings this term, let me assure you that all those who suffered from a ghost pirate personas have been given a clean bill of health, and we have fully removed the treasure hunting imposters to the Ministry for processing. Hogwarts is secure once again, although I believe we will relocate the ship to a suitable cave in order to allow those spirits to rest in peace."
And hopefully never to return? "Last, we have many good things to look forward to next term, not the least of which will be the removal of our Ministry cohorts. I'm sure you're looking forward to having additional staff members next term. In addition, Lord Borr has required that we offer... dance classes." Ugly face. He was not a happy Tatertot. "He suggested Mr. Stryker might be interested in taking on that position."
Dance classes. Whew. Insanity. "Now... tuck in and enjoy the meal with a tip of the hat to the house elves again. Safe travels and all that business. And if we could leave off with the histrionics and dramatic declarations, it would do wonders for my digestion."
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"I can't say that I have ever seen the sport, bur I would enjoy coming to watch you, if invited." She said.
"Thank you," She said looking at the bottle, "I..." Merlin these kids were going to be the death of her! If she teared up, Vindictus would have a field day with her. "Thank you."
Hecate turned about hearing the Headmaster's speech coming to a close. She cleared her throat getting everyone's attention.
"Slytherin students, I want to congratulate you all on winning the house cup. There was only a week left and you all pulled through beautifully. I will say this once, so listen up. I am very proud of you all." and she was. Truly.
"I would first like to wish the seventh years at this table goodbye, and good luck in all their future endevours as I'm sure all of you younger students do too." And if they didn't she's hex them.
"That being said, I would also like to congradulate you on placing in first place in the Gobstones Cup and in the Quidditch Cup. It's been a long time since Slytherin has won all three and as some of you have already said. It feels good. I would keep the cups in my office but," as I don't want you all to bug me next year, she thought, "I will have them placed in the common room for all to admire." She said with a nod.
"I know you all worked hard but there are a few people I would like to acknowledge. Miss Sierra Greingoth, with 744 is the Top earning Slytherin Student, and she is the second top point earner in the school." She began clapping her hands assuming the other students would follow. "Miss Helena Hopkins is in second top scoring Slytherin student and with her 519 points she's third top point earner in the school." Hecate clapped again. "Miss Evelyn Flores is the third Slytherin top student with 472 points, which places her as Fifth student in the school. Miss Aiden Heartnett is fouth Slytherin top point earner with 284 points, and finally with 200 points, Miss Kimalia Fanster is the fifth top point earner in the Slytherin." She applauded for them.
"To all those returning next term, get your rest, have fun... you will have a lot to learn when you return. Now behave and enjoy the feast." And with that, she gave them all a nod, and returned to the staff table.
He sat up a little straighter when the Headmaster stood at the podium. Hmm right, ghostly possessions. Is that what happened to him? He was still trying to recover what sliced up sludge of a memory he had of the entire event. He was told that he was ranting about like a crazed First Mate from that Old Ship out at the Lake. That there were several occasions where he nearly harmed his beloved Gryffincess since apparently their ghostly spirits were at each others neck. He felt violated.... and enraged. If there was a way to send that First Mate down another level of hell the Slytherin lad would've done it. But right now he was just relieved that it was all over. Yes that Asia trip would be what he and his Luv needs right now. Wash them nasty vibes off with lots of good Chi. Cha. Whatever.
Aaand cue double take. Wait did the Headmaster just say something about dancing classes? Whut?
Then his Head of House joined them, and clapped appreciatively at those who were top points earner for their house. The Snakes who made great strides to wrestle the cup from the Lions. Sure he did his bit to pull their house through, but he was really proud of these Snakes that just racked up the points come hell or high water. A sentiment that was echoed in the Potions Mistress' speech.
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The way he said hey made Savannah wonder...and that geeky grin he gave her. This is gonna be an interesting snake. And all that firework nonsense stuff the snake was talking about were eccentric. No way the professors are gonna let them do that! It's gonna make a real big mess in the Great Hall and they're the ones that will have to clean them up. Even with magic it will be difficult.
Savannah made a sense after a while. No introductions? What kind of person is he? Savvy doesn't want to be the one to first introduce herself. But they gotta, 'cause that's good manner, and Savvy want to make more snake friends...but doesn't doesn't wanna introduce herself first. Bleah...
Savannah gently nudged the dude's elbow, hoping that he will notice her and start introducing himself. 'Cause whatever happens, she's not doing it first.
He felt the nudge by his elbow and found himself looking back at his fellow Slythie. Oh right, he didnt mean to forget this little one with all the excitement going on around here. "Uhm... hello again?" he grinned. He was repeating himself. He knew that. But has she mentioned her name? He didnt remember. Nutz this is what happens when you have a brain thats part swiss cheese, part melted yogurt "Uhm... the name's Salander." he said with a slight toss of his head in acknowledgment "Sorry I missed your name with all the excitement going on around here." to say the least.
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SPOILER!!: Aurora
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Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn
Aurora shrugged, "We'll have to wait and see, only a few weeks." she said. She was a little excited for next year already.
Aurora nodded, "Yes! Yes I think so! It's in one of the potions in that book I got from the third hand book emporium..." she said. "And it wasn't very nice..." she shrugged again, if one potion wasn't a particularly nice one that didn't mean to say that others with the same ingredient would be awful too...
She scowled, if Borr did stay... well who knows what would happen next year. "I cannot stand that arrogant, stupid, fat..." she reverted to German and let out a long stream of rather insulting words. Then switched back to English, "Idiot! And if he stays here then we're going to HAVE to do something about it." she growled, irritably batting away a stray strand of hair that had fallen in her eyes.
Aurora nodded, "Yes, I believe we have." she said, smiling at Aiden. "And if you ever introduce me as Anderson Girl again I will inscribe it onto your forehead. That is for Aaron only." and maybe Iris. But she was only dressed as Anderson Girl in pride for her Daddy Snake...
The Mortaeus Flower. Yes, of course he read it in an Ancient Potions Book back at their family library. “It is a dangerous ingredient, and yes it could be an antidote too.” he said remembering how it looked like in the book. “I wonder what kind of potion you’ll come up with it.” Mordred said shrugging. “Promise you’ll share your discoveries with me. As far as I know, you need certain incantations to make it work.” he said with an excited tone.
If ever Borr stayed, he was quite sure he will rule Hogwarts one term at a time until it falls completely under the Ministry. His interest to study at Durmstrang made him think again. “If he stays, I’d shave off all of my hair, and go straight to Durmstrang.” he said grabbing the hair on top of his head and pulled it sharply.
He then grabbed Aurora’s mask from her hand as she threatened him. He took her warning lightly as he wore the mask and grinned. “Oh but you made a statement tonight, yes?” he said smiling. Mordred felt good about looking silly for once. It was the first time he loosened up since he had a very busy year, studying DADA on his own.
SPOILER!!: Hey Aiden! Congrats!
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Originally Posted by Droo
"I know you all worked hard but there are a few people I would like to acknowledge. Miss Sierra Greingoth, with 744 is the Top earning Slytherin Student, and she is the second top point earner in the school." She began clapping her hands assuming the other students would follow. "Miss Helena Hopkins is in second top scoring Slytherin student and with her 519 points she's third top point earner in the school." Hecate clapped again. "Miss Evelyn Flores is the third Slytherin top student with 472 points, which places her as Fifth student in the school. Miss Aiden Heartnett is fouth Slytherin top point earner with 284 points, and finally with 200 points, Miss Kimalia Fanster is the fifth top point earner in the Slytherin." She applauded for them.
He then turned to hear their Head of House congratulate all of them for a job well done. He clapped along with the rest as Lafay announced the top scoring students for the term. “Well done, Aiden.” he said and nodded toward the girl across him
Then the Headmaster rose from his seat and delivered his much anticipated speech. Mordred cannot wait any longer.
SPOILER!!: Hey Aurora. More dancing for us. LOL!
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
And hopefully never to return? "Last, we have many good things to look forward to next term, not the least of which will be the removal of our Ministry cohorts. I'm sure you're looking forward to having additional staff members next term. In addition, Lord Borr has required that we offer... dance classes." Ugly face. He was not a happy Tatertot. "He suggested Mr. Stryker might be interested in taking on that position."Dance classes. Whew. Insanity. "Now... tuck in and enjoy the meal with a tip of the hat to the house elves again. Safe travels and all that business. And if we could leave off with the histrionics and dramatic declarations, it would do wonders for my digestion."
"Dance Lessons?!" Mordred said in a surprise; almost choking. "Dance lessons? What? Why?!" he asked Aurora. He thought he had enough dancing back at home during his mum's fancy dinner parties. Mordred was neither excited nor disappointed. He was actually thinking of a more interesting class than dance lessons. Well, at least the girls that he had to drag across the hall will decrease this time. Hopefully, their dance class next term won't require them to wear dress robes. Oh how he hates those clothing. After Tate ended his speech, delicious food appeared in front of him. "Finally!" the boy exclaimed grabbing his utensils. But before he could put the food in his mouth, he caught another drama coming from the far end of their house table.
SPOILER!!: If there's something strange
in your neighborhood-Who you gonna call?-Aurora!
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Originally Posted by AlexandraRamos
And so, Jimbo Farley punched Aaron Anderson.
With all his anger, sadness and regret, he punched the Quidditch Captain.
It should have felt amazing. It should have made him feel better, but he didn't have space for happiness within his utter depression.
His fist was bleeding. And Anderson's face must have been too.
Jimbo didn't realize when his eyes began watering. He stared at Anderson's fiance with a cold expression, betrayed only by his red eyes.
"Forget you, Iris Beaumont."
Leaving everything destroyed behind him, he left the Great Hall.
Aaron Anderson got punched by another Slytherin. He looked from the puncher to Aaron to Aurora.
Putting his utensils aside, he then removed the mask from his face and offered it back to Aurora. "I think Aaron needs his little sidekick." he said carefully studying his friend. Mordred was ready to run after Aurora if ever she makes a nasty move.
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Originally Posted by Zephyr
He then addressed both girls. "If ever he keeps his fat bottom in this school, I'm pretty sure mum will favor Durmstrang over Hogwarts this time." he said giving Borr's empty chair a death stare. He was still upset with how he handled the MLE Department. Now both of his parents lost their licenses to apparate. Thinking about it, the response time of the MLE will be slower this time -- he can just imagine dark witches and wizards coming out of their dark caves right now.
He then looked at the both of them. "By the way, have you met each other before?" he asked suddenly remembering his manners. Addressing the older girl first, "Aurora, this is Aiden Heartnett." he then turned to Aiden, "Aiden, meet AndersonGirl™ -- Aurora Quinn."
"Not to mention that the MLE's have lost their apparition licence," sneers Aiden again. "We've met," she says smiling faintly at the two.
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Originally Posted by Saraie
Caroline took a sip of her goblet and grinned "Here, here!" after shallowing her food. The older Slytherin lauaghed as the younger started to eat. and then spoke to her, "It's nice to meet you too." Caroline looked up at the ceiling noticing the change. "Beautiful isn't it?" A grin spreading across her face, "So what year will you be in next term?" Turing her attention back to the younger Slytherin.
"I'll be in second year," she says almost proudly. Looking at at the older Slytherin, she returns back the question. "How about you?"
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Originally Posted by highjinx
Fascinating how the girl's hand wanted to slip away from her grasp. Lola doubted the goblet's magical powers. She wasn't actually going to use it as a weapon, but it seemed enough that it instilled so much fear into Aiden's tiny heart. She grinned, shaking the goblet in front of the girl's face cruelly. "Yes, yes, Wendock the Witch," she said tauntingly as a reminder if that girl still continued stabbing things with her fork (Lola included).
Even more curious as to why she talked about how she didn't really mind friends as long as they didn't take advantage of her. "Well they're not really friends, are they?" Had the girl been a victim of betrayal? So young!--she slowly imagined the girl suffering a horrible past, stuck as a friendless orphan--OH THE WOE--and then trying to make the friends that she could, but they were all backstabbers and here she was at Hogwarts, seeking friends in hopes of finding one that was worth it: and Lola felt OBLIGED to fill that spot.
No one sent her.
NO ONE SENT HER?
Lola wouldn't dare befriending a liar. The panic in the girl's voice showed it... But the girl didn't really have much to live. By now, the jacked potatoes would have started attacking her liver and kidneys, slowly and painfully. "Oh well alright, MY NEW FRIEND," Aiden would love that title wouldn't she? "So what gave you the decision to make that death pact and eat those potatoes, honey? Something troubling in your life?" Lola leaned closer and pet the girl's head, stroking her hair. She showed signs of pity and oh so dramatically now played the role as a guru/therapist.
Death pact by eating potatoes? Oh, wow! She's weirder that Aiden thought! Aiden can feel the corner of her mouth twitching as the older Slytherin pats her head and stroke her hair.
"There's... nothing wrong with me," she says feeling a little creepy.
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Originally Posted by Droo
"I know you all worked hard but there are a few people I would like to acknowledge. Miss Sierra Greingoth, with 744 is the Top earning Slytherin Student, and she is the second top point earner in the school." She began clapping her hands assuming the other students would follow. "Miss Helena Hopkins is in second top scoring Slytherin student and with her 519 points she's third top point earner in the school." Hecate clapped again. "Miss Evelyn Flores is the third Slytherin top student with 472 points, which places her as Fifth student in the school. Miss Aiden Heartnett is fouth Slytherin top point earner with 284 points, and finally with 200 points, Miss Kimalia Fanster is the fifth top point earner in the Slytherin." She applauded for them.
Head lowered, Aiden couldn't help but to blush as people start applauding, especially the Head of House. "Thank you... Professor," she whispers silently.
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Originally Posted by Zephyr
He then turned to hear their Head of House congratulate all of them for a job well done. He clapped along with the rest as Lafay announced the top scoring students for the term. “Well done, Aiden.” he said and nodded toward the girl across him.
"T-Thank you..." she mutters lowering her head even more. Now, this is embarassing! She's not good at being the centre of attention either.
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Jonathan's jaw dropped literally as he saw the commotion that was going on. Jimmy, Jimbo, or whatever it is his friends call him PUNCHED AARON. It was really surprising. And here he thought, this would not end in a fight. People do talk about how he is in love with Iris but this?---- This is a whole new level.
Jonathan can't still believe his eyes. AND THEN HE SAW BLOOD. Blood in his fists. That will definitely leave a mark on Aaron's face. Whoah! Everyone seemed to panic but Jonathan just sat in the sidelines.
What was he suppose to do stop them? Of course he couldn't. It's something between the three of them.
The Mortaeus Flower. Yes, of course he read it in an Ancient Potions Book back at their family library. “It is a dangerous ingredient, and yes it could be an antidote too.” he said remembering how it looked like in the book. “I wonder what kind of potion you’ll come up with it.” Mordred said shrugging. “Promise you’ll share your discoveries with me. As far as I know, you need certain incantations to make it work.” he said with an excited tone.
She nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, yes of course!" she said, imagining the havoc that she could reek with certain concoctions.
SPOILER!!: NOT YOUR HAIR
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Originally Posted by Morrrdred
If ever Borr stayed, he was quite sure he will rule Hogwarts one term at a time until it falls completely under the Ministry. His interest to study at Durmstrang made him think again. “If he stays, I’d shave off all of my hair, and go straight to Durmstrang.” he said grabbing the hair on top of his head and pulled it sharply.
"No!!! No you can't do that!!!!!!" she said, "We have to get rid of him..." Aurora pondered the ways... "If only he wasn't the minister..." she was sure, if she was to use her favourite methods, this fact would get her and everyone else involved arrested.
SPOILER!!: Masked Maudaunt
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Originally Posted by The Masked Devil
He then grabbed Aurora’s mask from her hand as she threatened him. He took her warning lightly as he wore the mask and grinned. “Oh but you made a statement tonight, yes?” he said smiling. Mordred felt good about looking silly for once. It was the first time he loosened up since he had a very busy year, studying DADA on his own.
Aurora was almost glad they hadn't started eating yet - she would have spit everything out when she started laughing. "Oh Mordred, what has happened to you this year?" he'd never have worn that. But then... "To be fair, what has happened to me?" she looked down and, for once, didn't care what people thought about her.
SPOILER!!: TatetyTatetyTaaaaate
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
Tate had been full on stewing as he watched drama and chatter and excitement happening around him. He didn't mind it so much, although he could do without drama. What was it with teenagers and drama? They were like moths attracted to the light source of overreaction and hormonal imbalance or something.
After long enough, he shook his head and rose to his feet. With an impatient hand, he gestured the waiting students back to their respective tables. Time for his much anticipated speech - much anticipated because he knew they all hoped it would be over sooner rather than later.
"Good evening, Hogwarts staff and students. As we enjoy this final feast from our house elves, let us take a moment to acknowledge our Slytherin brethren for winning the Quidditch cup and House Cup this year. This is starting to become a habit, I think. I know many of you put in a lot of excellent effort toward earning house points this term, and your house very much appreciates your work. In fact, Lord Borr would like to invite the top earner in each house to the Ministry of Magic for a special tour. Let's give a hand to Kurumi Hollingberry, Sierra Greingoth, Eino Uronen, and Penny Laughgood."
He waited for any clapping to subside before continuing. "As you know, this is an exciting time as we're heading into summer and new adventures and no more classes, but it is also a time for change and reflection as we say good bye to old friends and professors. To all of you, I bid you so long and good luck. Hogwarts will always be a sanctuary and hall of learning, no matter where you go in life."
It seemed as if they had a larger number than usual graduating this term, but every term felt like that to him. The longer he was here, the more students he saw leave. Sad, really, to always be the one staying.
"For those of you who were privy to the happenings this term, let me assure you that all those who suffered from a ghost pirate personas have been given a clean bill of health, and we have fully removed the treasure hunting imposters to the Ministry for processing. Hogwarts is secure once again, although I believe we will relocate the ship to a suitable cave in order to allow those spirits to rest in peace."
And hopefully never to return? "Last, we have many good things to look forward to next term, not the least of which will be the removal of our Ministry cohorts. I'm sure you're looking forward to having additional staff members next term. In addition, Lord Borr has required that we offer... dance classes." Ugly face. He was not a happy Tatertot. "He suggested Mr. Stryker might be interested in taking on that position."
Dance classes. Whew. Insanity. "Now... tuck in and enjoy the meal with a tip of the hat to the house elves again. Safe travels and all that business. And if we could leave off with the histrionics and dramatic declarations, it would do wonders for my digestion."
SPOILER!!: Dance Dance
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Originally Posted by Mord
"Dance Lessons?!" Mordred said in a surprise; almost choking. "Dance lessons? What? Why?!" he asked Aurora. He thought he had enough dancing back at home during his mum's fancy dinner parties. Mordred was neither excited nor disappointed. He was actually thinking of a more interesting class than dance lessons. Well, at least the girls that he had to drag across the hall will decrease this time. Hopefully, their dance class next term won't require them to wear dress robes. Oh how he hates those clothing. After Tate ended his speech, delicious food appeared in front of him. "Finally!" the boy exclaimed grabbing his utensils. But before he could put the food in his mouth, he caught another drama coming from the far end of their house table.
MORE DANCING?!?!?!?! "Great." she said, sarcastically, "That's just what everyone needs. More lessons." she sighed. Well, perhaps it'll be fun...
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!! Aurora was going to start filling her plate when...
SPOILER!!: SHE HATES YOU JIMBO FARLEY!!!!
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Originally Posted by AlexandraRamos
Jimbo wanted to punch him.
He rose from his seat. His anger was spiralling out of control and he knew that if he stayed a second longer nothing would stop him from decking the Quidditch Captain.
He really felt like he just had the floor ripped out from under him. He never saw this coming and he felt sick because he knew that he should have. It must have been obvious, after all.
Monty was ignoring him and that's what hurt most of all. He was used to having her think he was childish, but this was something else altogether. He was now apparently being too immature to acknowledge.
But then quite suddenly, as his anger grew he found himself wanting to yell at her, to grab her and force her to pay attention. Didn't she understand? She is his everything.
He was more than hurt, he was truly and irreversebly destroyed.
Happy. Happy with Aaron Anderson. The Slytherin Quidditch Captain. Iris Beaumont, Head Girl and Aaron Anderson, Quidditch Captain.
And what was he? Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Iris Beaumont didn't care for him. It was and always will be all about Aaron Anderson.
Anderson, who was now looking at him with a furiously calm expression. Anderson, who was asking him what he was going to do about all this. Daring him, challenging him.
Jimbo glared as his anger peaked. He should have left right away. He shouldn't have allowed himself to get so worked up. But there it was. Maybe his way of dealing wasn't very good but he loves Iris Beaumont and if it weren't for Aaron Anderson, Jimbo knew he would have been the one that she was about to marry.
And so, Jimbo Farley punched Aaron Anderson.
With all his anger, sadness and regret, he punched the Quidditch Captain.
It should have felt amazing. It should have made him feel better, but he didn't have space for happiness within his utter depression.
His fist was bleeding. And Anderson's face must have been too.
Jimbo didn't realize when his eyes began watering. He stared at Anderson's fiance with a cold expression, betrayed only by his red eyes.
"Forget you, Iris Beaumont."
Leaving everything destroyed behind him, he left the Great Hall.
Aurora looked on as the scene played out. There was nothing she could do and yet all she wanted was to scream at Jimbo for ruining the beautiful moment that ended her first year at Hogwarts. She knew he'd try to find a way to between Aaron and Iris, from the first moment she had seen him talk to Iris. She clenched her fists as she watched, tears coming to her eyes.
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Originally Posted by sarahb
Isabelle saw a boy punch the Quidditch captain. "Oh No," she said. Poor Aaron, poor Iris. All the sudden she started to feel woozy. The sight of blood normally did that to her. All the sudden everything was going around in circles. She was so dizzy.
Plonk. Isabelle fainted right there at the Slytherin table from the sight of blood.
Aurora gasped as a girl fainted and ran over to her, "Are you alright!" she yelled, bending down to help her up.
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Originally Posted by Morrrrrrrrrdred
Aaron Anderson got punched by another Slytherin. He looked from the puncher to Aaron to Aurora.
Putting his utensils aside, he then removed the mask from his face and offered it back to Aurora. "I think Aaron needs his little sidekick." he said carefully studying his friend. Mordred was ready to run after Aurora if ever she makes a nasty move.
Aurora didn't try to take the mask, she was just staring, her eyes slowly filling up as she clenched her teeth, trying her hardest not to shout. For all her general arrogance and confidence, all she really was was a scared little twelve year old girl, trying to have a great time at the ending to a very difficult year.
She would not cry. She would not cry. She would not cry. She'd cried too many times this year.
"I knew he'd ruin it. When he walked in I-... he was... I hate him." she croaked. She looked to Iris, "And I can't imagine how Iris is going to react..." Jimbo had said those four, incredibly hurtful words...
A tear escaped Aurora's eye... then another. And suddenly she was crying rather silently. All she'd wanted was to have a lovely ending to her year; the rest of it had been difficult. Really difficult. And especially now, with Kryspin possibly on his deathbed, her parents on the verge of killing eachother and one of her old best friends refusing to return letters after a particularly heated fight, all she needed was a celebration to lift her spirits up and HE HAD RUINED IT!!!
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Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn
Aurora didn't try to take the mask, she was just staring, her eyes slowly filling up as she clenched her teeth, trying her hardest not to shout. For all her general arrogance and confidence, all she really was was a scared little twelve year old girl, trying to have a great time at the ending to a very difficult year.
She would not cry. She would not cry. She would not cry. She'd cried too many times this year.
"I knew he'd ruin it. When he walked in I-... he was... I hate him." she croaked. She looked to Iris, "And I can't imagine how Iris is going to react..." Jimbo had said those four, incredibly hurtful words...
A tear escaped Aurora's eye... then another. And suddenly she was crying rather silently. All she'd wanted was to have a lovely ending to her year; the rest of it had been difficult. Really difficult. And especially now, with Kryspin possibly on his deathbed, her parents on the verge of killing eachother and one of her old best friends refusing to return letters after a particularly heated fight, all she needed was a celebration to lift her spirits up and HE HAD RUINED IT!!!
Mordred looked on waiting for Aurora to get her mask. Reading her expression, he knew he had to do something. He kept the mask in his robe and looked at Aaron who was bleeding. “This is just insane. Why’d he do th…” Mordred’s words trailed off as he saw Aurora crying. A few minutes ago, he was starving to death and now it was replaced with panic.
Mordred being not so used to girls gets all panicky when they show such extreme emotion. Add to that that he never saw Aurora cry before. The boy thought she wasn’t capable of crying. But there she was – down and miserable. “Do something Mordaunt!” he screamed at himself.
Mordred stood up and crawled under the table and made his way to the other side and sat beside Aurora. “Now what?” Mordred looked on helplessly at Aurora. Mordred, lacking social skills can’t think of a possible gesture to comfort his friend. Muggles were good at that.
“Right.”
Remembering how his father comforted his aunt, Mordred took out his clean white handkerchief and offered it to Aurora. He placed his left hand on her back and tried to calm her down. He looked at the commotion again and cursed under his breath. “This is pathetic.” he said gloomily as he watched the scene unfold some more.
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Mordred looked on waiting for Aurora to get her mask. Reading her expression, he knew he had to do something. He kept the mask in his robe and looked at Aaron who was bleeding. “This is just insane. Why’d he do th…” Mordred’s words trailed off as he saw Aurora crying. A few minutes ago, he was starving to death and now it was replaced with panic.
Mordred being not so used to girls gets all panicky when they show such extreme emotion. Add to that that he never saw Aurora cry before. The boy thought she wasn’t capable of crying. But there she was – down and miserable. “Do something Mordaunt!” he screamed at himself.
Mordred stood up and crawled under the table and made his way to the other side and sat beside Aurora. “Now what?” Mordred looked on helplessly at Aurora. Mordred, lacking social skills can’t think of a possible gesture to comfort his friend. Muggles were good at that.
“Right.”
Remembering how his father comforted his aunt, Mordred took out his clean white handkerchief and offered it to Aurora. He placed his left hand on her back and tried to calm her down. He looked at the commotion again and cursed under his breath. “This is pathetic.” he said gloomily as he watched the scene unfold some more.
The silent tears poured down Aurora's face. Why? Why wasn't she allowed just one moment?! She was angry, not all of it directed at Jimbo, a lot of it to do with how life teased people. She took the handkerchief from Mordred and mopped the tears from her cheeks. She hadn't stopped crying but she didn't want to be soaking.
"Th- thanks Mordred..." she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "I j-just wanted my year to end b-better th-than it's been g-going..." she whispered, all of her defensive, judgemental and untouchable front falling away with every tear.
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Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn
The silent tears poured down Aurora's face. Why? Why wasn't she allowed just one moment?! She was angry, not all of it directed at Jimbo, a lot of it to do with how life teased people. She took the handkerchief from Mordred and mopped the tears from her cheeks. She hadn't stopped crying but she didn't want to be soaking.
"Th- thanks Mordred..." she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "I j-just wanted my year to end b-better th-than it's been g-going..." she whispered, all of her defensive, judgemental and untouchable front falling away with every tear.
Mordred looked at Aurora who was still crying. It may be too early to say – or think, but whatever Aurora was showing right now, she was at her most vulnerable state. The boy almost fainted when she rested her head on his shoulder. Sure, he had enough hugs earlier that year and that scared the hell out of him, but this time Mordred had to set that paranoia aside for a friend.
As he tried to stay calm, he tried his best to boost Aurora’s strength. “Hey, we don’t give up on things easily do we?” he asked half smiling. “Merlin’s beard. What am I saying?” he thought bitterly. He sucks at comforting people. Right now, he knew all was ruined and he hates the fact that he can’t do anything. He sat there – quite stiffly trying to think of a way to cheer his friend up.
Then he remembered the mask.
He got it out and wore it. “I know I look silly, but if this will help you…” he said, going red in the face with embarrassment. He looked like a bandit with a mask…only it had glitters on it.
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Mordred looked at Aurora who was still crying. It may be too early to say – or think, but whatever Aurora was showing right now, she was at her most vulnerable state. The boy almost fainted when she rested her head on his shoulder. Sure, he had enough hugs earlier that year and that scared the hell out of him, but this time Mordred had to set that paranoia aside for a friend.
As he tried to stay calm, he tried his best to boost Aurora’s strength. “Hey, we don’t give up on things easily do we?” he asked half smiling. “Merlin’s beard. What am I saying?” he thought bitterly. He sucks at comforting people. Right now, he knew all was ruined and he hates the fact that he can’t do anything. He sat there – quite stiffly trying to think of a way to cheer his friend up.
Then he remembered the mask.
He got it out and wore it. “I know I look silly, but if this will help you…” he said, going red in the face with embarrassment. He looked like a bandit with a mask…only it had glitters on it.
Aurora smiled a little through her tears; Mordred sucked at comfort, but she kind of liked it. "I guess not," she said, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing but she didn't feel like the world was going to collapse anymore...
Then he wore the mask. She chuckled a little, "I'm going to have to make you your own, so you stop stealing mine." she smiled, sure, she was still crying, but it was good to let your emotions out right? Right. And she had managed to conceal this the whole year. At least they were leaving in the morning and she didn't have to sit through a week of people asking how she was.
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Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn
Aurora smiled a little through her tears; Mordred sucked at comfort, but she kind of liked it. "I guess not," she said, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing but she didn't feel like the world was going to collapse anymore...
Then he wore the mask. She chuckled a little, "I'm going to have to make you your own, so you stop stealing mine." she smiled, sure, she was still crying, but it was good to let your emotions out right? Right. And she had managed to conceal this the whole year. At least they were leaving in the morning and she didn't have to sit through a week of people asking how she was.
Mordred smiled. “That’s better.” he said with an air of relief. Never in his life did he encounter such scene. Thanks to Aurora’s mask, he was able to come up with something to help her get out of misery. A little resourcefulness and guts to look silly was all he needed.
He pulled the mask up to his forehead and looked at Aurora. “Sure, as long as it doesn’t have glitters…or anything shiny.” he said pointing at it. He looked at her again trying to read her mind. He can if he wanted to, but Mordred thought that it will be better if it was Aurora who will tell him what’s bothering her. He did miss out on a lot of things. Looking away, he asked – “Will you be okay?” Stupid question. How can she be okay? The boy mentally slapped himself. “I mean, I haven’t seen you for a long time, and I honestly don’t know what’s up with you anymore.” Mordred said feeling a little ashamed of himself. He once blamed Chloe, his old best friend of abandoning him, and he felt that he did the same thing to Aurora. “I’m such a hypocrite fake.”
He knew something else was bothering her. She wouldn’t cry just because somebody punched someone. “Let’s catch up soon. I believe you had a far more interesting year than I did.” True. He just spent his time in the Room of Requirements, mastering his DADA book from cover to cover.
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She nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, yes of course!" she said, imagining the havoc that she could reek with certain concoctions.
"No!!! No you can't do that!!!!!!" she said, "We have to get rid of him..." Aurora pondered the ways... "If only he wasn't the minister..." she was sure, if she was to use her favourite methods, this fact would get her and everyone else involved arrested.
Aurora was almost glad they hadn't started eating yet - she would have spit everything out when she started laughing. "Oh Mordred, what has happened to you this year?" he'd never have worn that. But then... "To be fair, what has happened to me?" she looked down and, for once, didn't care what people thought about her.
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MORE DANCING?!?!?!?! "Great." she said, sarcastically, "That's just what everyone needs. More lessons." she sighed. Well, perhaps it'll be fun...
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!! Aurora was going to start filling her plate when...
Aurora looked on as the scene played out. There was nothing she could do and yet all she wanted was to scream at Jimbo for ruining the beautiful moment that ended her first year at Hogwarts. She knew he'd try to find a way to between Aaron and Iris, from the first moment she had seen him talk to Iris. She clenched her fists as she watched, tears coming to her eyes.
Aurora gasped as a girl fainted and ran over to her, "Are you alright!" she yelled, bending down to help her up.
Aurora didn't try to take the mask, she was just staring, her eyes slowly filling up as she clenched her teeth, trying her hardest not to shout. For all her general arrogance and confidence, all she really was was a scared little twelve year old girl, trying to have a great time at the ending to a very difficult year.
She would not cry. She would not cry. She would not cry. She'd cried too many times this year.
"I knew he'd ruin it. When he walked in I-... he was... I hate him." she croaked. She looked to Iris, "And I can't imagine how Iris is going to react..." Jimbo had said those four, incredibly hurtful words...
A tear escaped Aurora's eye... then another. And suddenly she was crying rather silently. All she'd wanted was to have a lovely ending to her year; the rest of it had been difficult. Really difficult. And especially now, with Kryspin possibly on his deathbed, her
parents on the verge of killing eachother and one of her old best friends refusing to return letters after a particularly heated fight, all she needed was a celebration to lift her spirits up and HE HAD RUINED IT!!!
Isabelle felt a girl helping her up. She saw it ws the first year, Aurora, who hung around with Iris and Aaron. She heard the girl ask her if she was all right. Isa wanted to scream, WELL DUH NO! I JUST FAINTED. But Aurora didn't seem to mean any harm. Plus Aurora seemed to be crying. "A little woozy from the blood, but I will be fine. I'd more be worried about Aaron and how Iris is taking this all," Isabelle said quietly to the girl, taking a sip of water to try to help her not faint again.
Mordred smiled. “That’s better.” he said with an air of relief. Never in his life did he encounter such scene. Thanks to Aurora’s mask, he was able to come up with something to help her get out of misery. A little resourcefulness and guts to look silly was all he needed.
He pulled the mask up to his forehead and looked at Aurora. “Sure, as long as it doesn’t have glitters…or anything shiny.” he said pointing at it. He looked at her again trying to read her mind. He can if he wanted to, but Mordred thought that it will be better if it was Aurora who will tell him what’s bothering her. He did miss out on a lot of things. Looking away, he asked – “Will you be okay?” Stupid question. How can she be okay? The boy mentally slapped himself. “I mean, I haven’t seen you for a long time, and I honestly don’t know what’s up with you anymore.” Mordred said feeling a little ashamed of himself. He once blamed Chloe, his old best friend of abandoning him, and he felt that he did the same thing to Aurora. “I’m such a hypocrite fake.”
He knew something else was bothering her. She wouldn’t cry just because somebody punched someone. “Let’s catch up soon. I believe you had a far more interesting year than I did.” True. He just spent his time in the Room of Requirements, mastering his DADA book from cover to cover.
Aurora thought... "Maybe dark green with black ribbons and silver details around the edges..." she said, "What do you want your superhero name to be?" she could make him a cape too...
Aurora took a deep breath, "I- I think so... I mean... there's a lot going on right now."Kryspin..."I just need... I don't know. I just need to eat right now." she piled her plate up, once it was full she realised she wasn't even that hungry. She began to pick at it, taking small mouth-fulls whilst thinking about the stuff that had happened this year.
She nodded, "Mmm, we should talk more. Catch up on the train? I don't think I can talk about stuff in such a public place..." she glanced around at all the other students. Especially when I've been drawing such attention to myself... she thought. Maybe talking about stuff would help...
"I don't know about interesting... but a lot happened." she replied, brushing the tears from her eyes. WHY WOULDN'T THEY STOP?
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Isabelle felt a girl helping her up. She saw it was the first year, Aurora, who hung around with Iris and Aaron. She heard the girl ask her if she was all right. Isa wanted to scream, WELL DUH NO! I JUST FAINTED. But Aurora didn't seem to mean any harm. Plus Aurora seemed to be crying. "A little woozy from the blood, but I will be fine. I'd more be worried about Aaron and how Iris is taking this all," Isabelle said quietly to the girl, taking a sip of water to try to help her not faint again.
Aurora nodded, "Yeah..." she was suddenly a little shy... this girl was a couple of years older than her and probably knew Aaron and Iris a lot better. "I just hope they're okay..." She was beginning to feel sorry for Jimbo, maybe he had his reasons, he just didn't act on them very well...
Aurora nodded, "Yeah..." she was suddenly a little shy... this girl was a couple of years older than her and probably knew Aaron and Iris a lot better. "I just hope they're okay..." She was beginning to feel sorry for Jimbo, maybe he had his reasons, he just didn't act on them very well...
Isabelle looked at the girl. She seemed to care for Aaron and Iris. "Yes I hope they are okay also. Iris especially, I bet it will be hard for her," Isabelle said quietly. To have your boyfriend fiance punched in the face by the same person who says FORGET YOU, that would be very hard on Isa. Then she thought, Aurora didn't know who she was. "By the way, I am Isabelle Dupont. I'm a fifth year and just transfered from Beauxbaton this year," Isa explained.
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Aurora thought... "Maybe dark green with black ribbons and silver details around the edges..." she said, "What do you want your superhero name to be?" she could make him a cape too...
Aurora took a deep breath, "I- I think so... I mean... there's a lot going on right now."Kryspin..."I just need... I don't know. I just need to eat right now." she piled her plate up, once it was full she realised she wasn't even that hungry. She began to pick at it, taking small mouth-fulls whilst thinking about the stuff that had happened this year.
She nodded, "Mmm, we should talk more. Catch up on the train? I don't think I can talk about stuff in such a public place..." she glanced around at all the other students. Especially when I've been drawing such attention to myself... she thought. Maybe talking about stuff would help...
"I don't know about interesting... but a lot happened." she replied, brushing the tears from her eyes. WHY WOULDN'T THEY STOP?
Mordred tried not to laugh at her. “You’re really serious about the mask?” he asked as he removed her glittery mask of disguise off his head and placed it on the table. “A superhero name?” Merlin’s socks. What does this boy know about superheroes. Mordred figured it had to be someone powerful, or maybe an inspiration. He then thought of Andros the Invincible. He too wanted to produce a Patronus the size of a giant – or better as big as a dragon. “How about, Mordred the Invincible? Does that sound okay?” he asked as he was not sure how to come p with such name.
As Aurora piled her plate with food, Mordred folded his arms on the edge of the table and watched her. There’s a lot going on. The boy looked away trying to distract himself from the mental buzzing. “Right. Food.” Mordred stood up to reach his plate. Sighing, he sat back down and drew out his ebony colored wand. “Accio plate.” His plate slid across the table and stopped right in front of him. “Mother won’t let me do that.” he said with a smirk.
He then glanced at her friend who seemed to be in deep thought. “The train sounds fine.” He replied as he took her mask from the table and wore it again as he ate. Sure, Aurora looked silly with her outfit, but as a friend Mordred knew he had to share that bit of craziness from time to time.
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Isabelle looked at the girl. She seemed to care for Aaron and Iris. "Yes I hope they are okay also. Iris especially, I bet it will be hard for her," Isabelle said quietly. To have your boyfriend fiance punched in the face by the same person who says FORGET YOU, that would be very hard on Isa. Then she thought, Aurora didn't know who she was. "By the way, I am Isabelle Dupont. I'm a fifth year and just transfered from Beauxbaton this year," Isa explained.
Aurora nodded and glanced up the table to Iris, she hadn't done anything yet... Aurora supposed she was in shock. "Nice to meet you Isabelle, I'm Aurora, nearly a third year." she smiled, "And I don't usually cry... it's been a tough year." she added, brushing away tears.
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Mordred tried not to laugh at her. “You’re really serious about the mask?” he asked as he removed her glittery mask of disguise off his head and placed it on the table. “A superhero name?” Merlin’s socks. What does this boy know about superheroes. Mordred figured it had to be someone powerful, or maybe an inspiration. He then thought of Andros the Invincible. He too wanted to produce a Patronus the size of a giant – or better as big as a dragon. “How about, Mordred the Invincible? Does that sound okay?” he asked as he was not sure how to come up with such name.
"Of course I'm serious! How about Daunting Mordaunt?" she chuckled. Yes, she remembered Daunting Mordaunt and his magical hands... that was an interesting day...
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As Aurora piled her plate with food, Mordred folded his arms on the edge of the table and watched her. There’s a lot going on. The boy looked away trying to distract himself from the mental buzzing. “Right. Food.” Mordred stood up to reach his plate. Sighing, he sat back down and drew out his ebony colored wand. “Accio plate.” His plate slid across the table and stopped right in front of him. “Mother won’t let me do that.” he said with a smirk.
He then glanced at her friend who seemed to be in deep thought. “The train sounds fine.” He replied as he took her mask from the table and wore it again as he ate. Sure, Aurora looked silly with her outfit, but as a friend Mordred knew he had to share that bit of craziness from time to time.
"No, mine either... Kittsa would have to do it." she kind of missed the house elf... she never quite got the hang of doing her own stuff...
"Well I look forward to it." she said, taking another few mouthfulls of food. "And we have to arrange when to meet up in Diagon Alley!" Because they had to - it went without saying.
A faint smile crossed Aurora's face as he donned the mask again. "I'm definitely making you one..." she muttered...
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"Of course I'm serious! How about Daunting Mordaunt?" she chuckled. Yes, she remembered Daunting Mordaunt and his magical hands... that was an interesting day...
"No, mine either... Kittsa would have to do it." she kind of missed the house elf... she never quite got the hang of doing her own stuff...
"Well I look forward to it." she said, taking another few mouthfulls of food. "And we have to arrange when to meet up in Diagon Alley!" Because they had to - it went without saying.
A faint smile crossed Aurora's face as he donned the mask again. "I'm definitely making you one..." she muttered...
Mordred stopped chewing and stared at Aurora with her mask. "Daunting Mordaunt?"
*chew, chew*
*shrugs*
"Whatever floats your boat, Aurora." he said as he took a mouthful of food.
Yes of course, they need to meet up in Diagon Alley before next term starts. He hates shopping for some reason, but he had to pick up supplies for school. Whether he likes it or not. He nodded at Aurora in agreement. "I'll let you know when I get back from our trip. I have to get our school supplies for next term." For some reason, he was actually excited to start his second year.
And as he heard Aurora mutter words about the mask, he smiled, adjusted the sparkly disguise and continued eating his food.
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Aurora nodded and glanced up the table to Iris, she hadn't done anything yet... Aurora supposed she was in shock. "Nice to meet you Isabelle, I'm Aurora, nearly a third year." she smiled, "And I don't usually cry... it's been a tough year." she added, brushing away tears.
Isabelle smiled at the girl. "Nice to meet you Aurora," she said nicely noticing Aurora looking towards Iris. "Ddon't worry about crying. It seemed you got to know Iris and Aaron over the year," Isabelle said quietly.
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