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For lemooooon and Dimaaaaaa. <33 'Don't laugh too hard' .......wrinkling your nose at the tapestry was allowed though yes? Although laughing wasn't too far from her mind either to be honest. What WERE they doing? Did they honestly think this was going to work? Her teacher had sometimes called them - not HER of course but some girls from her group - trolls when they weren't able to perform as well as they should have. But now, seeing ACTUAL trolls trying to do ballet....well, Maggie sort of wished Madame Lumière So now here she was biting back giggles as she watched the moving tapestry. Like....SERIOUSLY? |
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But his craving for food was kind of lost when he noticed a familiar blonde head in front of a tapestry on his journey away from the bronze knocker. Was that......? Dima didn't say anything, just stopped in his tracks and stared. Hadn't seen HER in a while. |
While the tapestry was quite interesting - hilarious really - Maggie was still aware of her surroundings. She HAD to be. What if something interesting was happening right next to her and she would miss it because she was busy staring at ballet-dancing trolls? Yeah. That was a HORRIBLE thought. Anyway, Maggie was aware of the sound of someone's footsteps coming closer. And then they stopped. After a few moments of being vaguely aware of that fact, Maggie eventually turned her head slightly to see who it was and what they were doing. .........oh. Was she supposed to smile? Yes? No? She felt like smiling but also not? This had somewhat caught her by surprise. There was a plan in the back of her mind somewhere, a plan on how to act in a situation like this but somehow she couldn't access it right now. "......hi." Okay, that worked too. Also there was a hint of a smile playing around her lips. "They're trying to dance." She nodded back to the tapestry. Err. Yeah. That. |
Her favorite part of spending her last school term at Hogwarts was that she got to spend it with her boyfriend, and even better was that they were in houses that had dorms on the same floor. That was incredibly convenient. Although, something that was rather odd was this tapestry. Whyttyr couldn't help but look and look on at the odd thing. She was a dancer, okay, and she looked nothing like that. She was so much better than that. Although the weird tapestry did another thing helpful, it reminded her of the upcoming auditions she had and her uncertain future, which was always a fun thing to obsess over while she waited for Nemo to meet her. |
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It wasn't long before he spotted her by one of the tapestries and made his way over to her. "Hi, Enjoying the scenery?" He said and put an arm around her, kissing her on the cheek. "What should we do today?" They'd explored a good bit of the grounds....hehe. So he wants sure what else she might want to do or see, but he was usually up for anything if Whytty was involved. |
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Bizzare. Finally she decided to move her attention away from that and focus on Nemo. He was so much better looking. "I just want to spend time with you." Whyttyr reached out and tugged on his shirt, smoothing it out. "Do you have work to do?" |
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Hippies and their need to call everything art, it got very confusing to be honest. Everything couldn't be art or nothing was art. Anyway, enough about art. "Nope, i did all my work and now i'm all yours." He loved having her here at the school, it made him very happy. "So what should we do? Since i'm sure you don't wanna keep looking at this thing." He surely didn't. |
Kate had walked down this corridor loads of times, but oddly enough, she'd never actually studied the hanging tapestry with all the dancing trolls. This had to be the strangest picture she'd ever seen. The trolls were ugly and then to have them in tutus while dancing was just cruel. They should move this thing to another floor. Despite deciding she hated the tapestry, Kate sat down alongside the wall beside it. She needed to get a start on her History of Magic journals, and this seemed like a good place. Kate cracked open her journal, stopping at the very first place. With her quill freshly dipped in ink, she began: Text Cut: Journal Entry #1 |
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"I'm so sorry," he said, cringing. Wait a minute. She looked familiar, as though he'd seen her in some classes. He was actually fairly certain that she was in his year. Ravenclaw, judging by her tie. Strange. Wasn't the Ravenclaw Common room a good enough place to be writing? Or did ugly trolls in tutus stimulate her brain juices more? Maybe the rumour about all Ravenclaws being mental was true. Mental or not, it was probably really rude of him not to introduce himself. "I'm Brian, by the way. Brian Woods." Hufflepuff seemed like an unnecessary addition, considering his house scarf was wrapped around his neck in an attempt to combat the cold. |
Text Cut: Brian! ...OUCH! What in the name of Merlin just happened? Kate had been so focused on her journal entry that she had temporarily forgotten the world around her. She glanced up at the sound of a voice and figured out that this boy had basically tripped over her leg. "Oh, no...I'm sorry, too," she said, scrambling up to her feet. "I guess my idea to complete my homework away from the hustle and bustle of the common room wasn't really a good idea." She paused to take a second to figure out who she was even talking to. She'd seen him in classes, and it was obvious he was a Hufflepuff, but she had no idea what his name was. Oh, he introduced himself! How convenient! "I'm Kate Addison," she said. "Are you okay?" she asked, wondering if she accidentally hurt him be being in the way. She should just stick to the common room next time. |
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"I'm just fine, don't worry yourself," he said as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "More concerned about your leg, though." Was it bruising or was it just him? He'd known his shoes to be especially hard, and considering that they were a new pair, they were probably more likely to injure people. |
Text Cut: Brian! Kate smiled. Well, wasn't Brian the really sweet one? He was a Hufflepuff, though, and if what people said about Hufflepuffs was true, she shouldn't have expected anything but a nice and kind response from him. "We'll just forget it happened then," she said. And she'd remember not to do her homework in the middle of the corridor. "I'm working on that journal we have to do for History of Magic class. I usually work in the common room, but it got too noisy. I thought the corridor might be less crowded." She shrugged then gave a soft laugh as he mentioned what he usually associated with Ravenclaws. "Oh, yeah? Well, what do you think we do in our common room then?" she asked. This was going to be interesting. She knew what their stereotype was, but it'd be funny to see what a Hufflepuff thought. She shrugged again. "My leg's fine. It doesn't even hurt," she assured him. "So, Brian, what year are you? You look about my age." She closed her journal and started tucking it and her quill back into her bag. No use standing around holding it anymore. |
SPOILER!!: Kate! Brian nodded. He knew exactly which one she was talking about, and his journal was sitting on his bedside table down in the dorms. Pretty much untouched, but he wouldn't tell her that. "That's understandable. Most people find the trolls here a little off-putting, but I think they're cute." Reminded him of Timmy, just a little. The pudgy creatures dancing around in tutus? Absolutely adorable. "I haven't the foggiest, but I imagine it's something along the lines of people buried in books and peering over your glasses at people. Maybe the occasional chemistry pun if you're feeling particularly social." He was just joking, really, but there was some truth to it. Besides, that was pretty much what he'd been told about Ravenclaws, but he'd keep a flexible mindset just in case it was proven false. "What do you lot actually do up there? I've heard you have your own mini-library." "If you insist," he said, still looking a little bit sheepish. Best to look where he was going next time, especially now that he knew that Ravenclaws needed to escape their common room and this was pretty near it. "Second. I think we are in the same year? I've seen you in lessons." He just opted not to answer in most classes because he had a tendency to forget about reading up on the subject matter before class. A habit he should probably break, because he spent most of the lesson periods being incredibly confused. |
Text Cut: Brian! Kate cast a quick glance in the direction of the trolls. "I find the trolls a little off-putting," she remarked. "To be honest, before you walked up, I was just thinking to myself how this is the ugliest tapestry I've ever seen." Truth. She had no idea why it was even here, in a historical school like Hogwarts. Was there some significance to it, or did somebody just assume people would like the looks of it. She laughed it off, though, and turned back to Brian. Still giving a light laugh, Kate said, "Boy, you really take those house traits seriously, don't you?" She shook her head. "I don't think Ravenclaws actually like homework and studying. Not as a hobby or anything like that, I mean. I think it's more of the fact that when we have to think things through, we take a more logical approach." Or that's how it seemed to her. There may actually be Ravenclaws out there who enjoyed all their classes enough to make them into a hobby, but not Kate. "People only bury themselves in books when they have to for class, and we actually do fun things like hold parties. If there is a mini-library, I haven't seen it yet." She remembered there being a party on the first night she was here when she was a brand new first year. "So what are things like in the Hufflepuff Common Room?" Kate nodded. "I'm a second year, too. Oddly enough, I haven't met many other second years. Have you?" she responded. Maybe Hufflepuff had more second years than Ravenclaw did, because Kate sometimes felt like she was the only thirteen-year-old Claw out there. |
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"Ah, sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "House stereotypes are pretty much all I have to go on, considering I haven't actually met very many Ravenclaws." Muggleborn and all that, y'know? Sometimes it was cool, learning all this, but more often than not, the whole secrecy thing made him just a little sad. Why would they hide such a huge world from people like his ma? It seemed unfair that she couldn't actually see what he could do, what he was learning. "If I had to pick a word to describe it, it'd probably be 'warm'. It's got a lot of circles in its design and it's all homey and welcoming. We also have bedwarmers hanging on the walls, which is great because this castle is COLD." It also meant that he spent most of his free time under the covers trying to maintain his body heat. Did wizards not have any heating systems? Stone walls didn't insulate a lot of heat at all. The Hufflepuff's eyebrows furrowed a little in thought. "I know Timmy's in Gryffindor and she's got her twin in Slytherin? And Echo's in Slytherin too, but other than that, I think we're a pretty small batch." It was either that or nobody wanted to show up for classes, but that was unlikely. Besides, he didn't actually know everyone. |
Text Cut: laurange Kate laughed at how Brian spoke of the tapestry. "I wonder why they have it here..." she said aloud, not really expecting a reply to that but more or less wondering out loud to herself. "It's not like Barnabus is really important to the school." She looked at the man, foolishly trying to train the trolls to dance. Then because most of the portraits in the school could talk and communicate, Kate figured she better make nice with Barnabus. "Sorry, Barnabus," she said. Nevermind the silly tapestry, though. "It's okay," she said, responding to what he'd said about being muggleborn and not knowing anything BUT house stereotypes. "It's true that we have a lot of knowledge and logic, but I don't think it defines us. At least, I don't think I'd like to study and do schoolwork ALL the time." She listened to what he said about the Hufflepuff common room. "Sounds nice," she commented. "Timmy's a twin? That's cool," Kate replied. Maybe the girl had mentioned that, but if she did, Kate didn't remember. "I don't think I've met Echo. I think you're right about us being a small batch." She shrugged. Oh, well. That meant it'd be easier to make friends and get to know everybody. "Well, I should get going. This History of Magic journal isn't going to write itself, unfortunately. It was nice meeting you." |
pre Acromantulas :| for the sake of my headspace XD Bright purple box with several large white questions marks covering it tucked under his arm, the Astronomy professor made his way around the seventh floor looking for the perfect spot. Or really, just a spot. "This'll do," he said with a shrug as he plopped the box underneath the tapestry. Now to see if anyone would open it. Hehe. Rubbing his hands together, the professor made himself scarce and waited. |
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It was, however, one of the man's favorite little Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes items from when he was a boy. Used to give Sir Nicholas a hard time while using it, so the man had been quite pleased to have found an old one in the forgotten bathroom on the sixth floor. Now just need to wait and see if the Hufflepuff could find enough curiosity to open the box up. |
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She wouldn't have looked at the boy IF he didn't have that strange looking purple box with him. The both of them looked highly suspicious in Agatha's opinion, so she stopped and stared. Not too close, of course. "What do you have in there?" She asked rather suspiciously as she raised one eyebrow. |
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Chewing his lip he moved to open the box and jumped a foot falling back against the wall when he heard someone ask what he had in the box. "I don't know, it's not my box!" he said blinking in surprise. Nope he hadn't been about to open it. Of course not. "It's just err sitting here. I was only going to peek" he admitted softly. "It looks all curious and stuff, like it's meant to be found." |
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Though she was also curious. Like it was meant to be found? Agatha eyed the box from a safe distance. The kid had a point. "Go on. Open it." She told him, gesturing with her head towards the box. She wanted to see what was in there but she herself wouldn't touch the box until she knew it was safe to do so. Good thing that boy was there to do the job. |
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Oh right...he'd found it and was about to anyway. He looked back at the box and opened the box carefully in case something jumped out like....a kneazle or toad or something. |
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Too bad there was only one thing in the box...and if a fight were to break out between the Hufflepuff and the Slytherin, well, Airey was just going to scamper off in the other direction. Consider it an exercise in learning to work with your peers. Ahem. Inside the box was none other than a Headless Hat. Use it well! |
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