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The Courtyard is a cloister on the base of the Hogwarts Castle. This cloister seems to be one of the older parts of the castle and the ceiling and walls are dilapidated. Serving as the last area before approaching Hogwart's entrance doors, it also leads to the Wooden Bridge.
In the centre of the courtyard is an antique fountain surrounded by statues of eagles. Perfect for relaxing and making wishes at. Beware, once you toss in a coin, you can never get it back as the water surface sinks deeper and deeper preventing your hand from ever reaching inside to retrieve it. A pear tree also grows in this courtyard, free of worms making it safe to snack from.
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So the spare office didn't quite work out... And James still had a few chapters he wanted to knock out before going to do some more work in his own office.
So courtyard it was!
Hopefully this place was a lot quieter... And without interruption, as things were starting to pick up in the novel. Finding a nice bench facing the center-fountain, he unfolded the dog-eared page marking where he had last left off.
Oh darn, you know what he forgot? Tea.
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!
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Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
So the spare office didn't quite work out... And James still had a few chapters he wanted to knock out before going to do some more work in his own office.
So courtyard it was!
Hopefully this place was a lot quieter... And without interruption, as things were starting to pick up in the novel. Finding a nice bench facing the center-fountain, he unfolded the dog-eared page marking where he had last left off.
Oh darn, you know what he forgot? Tea.
The year was going by FAST. It was hard to believe that the summer was over, she was back at Hogwarts and lessons and training was back in full swing again. Getting back into a pattern wasn't easy. Things changed, people changed and she was just getting by without the aid of coffee or sweets.
It was clear she was tired and probably long overdo for a break. Which was why she had taken a few spare moments to head outside and get some fresh air. Some very much needed fresh air at that. Normally she would grab some lesson work, a book or even just parchment to sketch on but not today.
Today it was just her. Not even Hagan. Hadleigh made her way into the courtyard taking in a large breath of the cool air. She hadn't gone to far when she spotted James sat on a bench reading. Not wanting to seem rude because she did like the man and he had helped her so much she stopped for a moment to say speak quietly and not completely disturb him. "Hello Professor." Nothing more, nothing less.
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Bread!
Last edited by sweetpinkpixie; 06-30-2016 at 12:00 PM.
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SPOILER!!: You lot!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir
Even once free from the chaos of the classroom, Daxton had not quite managed to calm down. The overwhelming nature of the lesson had started his shutting down process, and though he pulled his earmuffs down off his ears to hang around his neck, he made no attempt to communicate with either Blaise or the unknown girl.
Skipping class with Blaise, however, or even just the act of walking out, was such a regular occurrence for Daxton that the normalcy had started to calm him, just a little bit. The relative peace and quiet of the rest of the school during lesson time was working wonders.
Whether he sensed, heard, or saw the change, Daxton could not be certain, but a sudden movement at his side had him turning on the spot at once, whipping his head around to see what was going on. The lesson had left him very much on edge.
Where... was Blaise? He had been right there only seconds ago. Daxton glared suspiciously at the mystery girl, preparing to make a run for it as he was certain this was her doing and that he would be next, but another tiny movement just in his range of vision caused Daxton to look down and see... a tiny Blaise.
Curiouser and curiouser...
Daxton blinked, but made the connection only a second later, and shook his head. Honestly, that was what he got for drinking a suspicious beverage.
What a sight to behold, though. Daxton was intrigued, and felt suddenly all too powerful with the knowledge that he could squish Blaise like a bug if he wanted. However, he merely knelt down on the uneven paving of the courtyard and lowered his head right down to the ground to get a closer look at the shrunken Blaise Bellaire.
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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe
SPOILER!!: boys
Loosening her tie even further, Nicky fiddled with the shirt that was already mostly unbuttoned at the top. She was surprised at how... easy that had been. The professor hadn't even said a word to her and the three of then had just waltzed right out of class... "Does that happen of---" she had been looking over her shoulder back at the greenhouses growing smaller in the distance and was beginning to turn her head to face forward when the small boy who'd made the fuss just.... disappeared.
"What the..." she stopped cold, her giant boot having come dangerously close to the shrunken boy she didn't know was underfoot. She looked at the boy who hadn't said anything yet, wondering what he possibly could have done. As that boy bent down, though, Nicky did as well and narrowed her eyes as she considered. Reaching down, she pinched the back of the teeeeeeny boy's robes and lifted him up off the ground to set in her other hand.
"I could put you in a jar and keep you as a pet, you know," she teased, wondering what on earth to do.
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
SPOILER!!: children >:D
*THUD THUD THUD THUD*
Never without his companion, Airey was taking advantage of the the crisp fall weather and fact that students were in class right now and the grounds would be quiet for a leisurely walk. Not that he did not enjoy the random run ins with students while walking Pebbles - and she certainly enjoyed the interactions - but it was also nice to have some quiet time with just his thoughts. Well, his thoughts and the dull thumbing of Pebbles as she tried to keep up with his lanky strides.
...........................sweet solstice. WHY. No, really. WHY was it always Ravenclaws?
And particularly ONE Ravenclaw.
Looking at you Mr. Prince.
"Mr. Prince...Miss Iver...." he said upon approach. "If I am not mistaken you have Herbology at this hour." Cue an eyebrow raise as he looked back and forth between the two, still unaware of the tiny Gryffindor being pinched between the sixth year's fingers. "Or perhaps you are still looking for the girl's lavatory?" He paused to give Pebbles' pink leash a bit of a firm tug for her to catch up as she had clearly gotten distracted looking at a random blade of grass. "Now, do I need to escort you back or will you ------- SWEET SOLSTICE!"
Is that. How did. What did? Who did?
WHY WAS MR. BLAISE TINY?!
"Someone care to explain why Mr. Blaise is fairy sized?"
Looking at you, Miss Iver.
Blaise was having a moment, the kind where he wanted to tell Daxton not to just KNEEL THERE but to DO SOMETHING. However, he did realize the error in his thinking before articulating as much. This was Daxton, he could not fix him or perhaps would not. At the moment, Blaise wasn't sure which it ultimately was but it didn't calm him down any more.
Tiny. He was now perfectly squishable and he did not remember signing up for this. Who did this sort of thing anyway and why did it ever seem like a good idea? He seemed to remember a conversation last term with Professor Myers where he told him exactly how he felt about magic and the man goes and forces magic on him? It was enough to have the young boy kicking at the dirt--which had much bigger particles now--and yelling words his mother would scrub his tongue for a month if she ever heard him say in his newly acquired tiny voice (which only served to aggravate him further).
In the next second, he saw his life flash before his eyes for two distinctly different reasons and it shut him up immediately. Eyes very wide now with his hands moving to protect his head any way they could.
Oh Merlin. This was it. He always KNEW magic was gonna be the thing to kill him, but he always assumed it would be his own wand and more along the lines of not working when he needed it to. Circe, to think he accused Hirsch of trying to kill him when it was Myers all along---eh?
"Put me down! Putmedown! Putmedown! Putmedown!" Blaise's arms flailed wildly on either side in an futile effort to free himself from the girl's grasp. Could this day get any worse????????? As if on perfect cue, the universe sought to answer that. Yes. Yes it could. "Professor Airey heeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Professor Myers SHRUNK ME then LEFT ME TO WANDER THE GROUNDS WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A WARNING AND I DON'T WANT TO KEEP BEING THIS SIZE! HE DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME I WAS GONNA BE SMALL, JUST DID IT AND I WANT TO HAVE MLE CONTACTED PLEASE!" Surely this broke some law or the other. Child endangerment?
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Quote:
Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy
The year was going by FAST. It was hard to believe that the summer was over, she was back at Hogwarts and lessons and training was back in full swing again. Getting back into a pattern wasn't easy. Things changed, people changed and she was just getting by without the aid of coffee or sweets.
It was clear she was tired and probably long overdo for a break. Which was why she had taken a few spare moments to head outside and get some fresh air. Some very much needed fresh air at that. Normally she would grab some lesson work, a book or even just parchment to sketch on but not today.
Today it was just her. Not even Hagan. Hadleigh made her way into the courtyard taking in a large breath of the cool air. She hadn't gone to far when she spotted James sat on a bench reading. Not wanting to seem rude because she did like the man and he had helped her so much she stopped for a moment to say speak quietly and not completely disturb him. "Hello Professor." Nothing more, nothing less.
Courtyard was proving to be a good choice in venue. The background noise wasn't all to unbearable, and he liked hearing the birds chirping in the background. It sure beat being cooped up in his office all day long. Next time he ought to bring some of the student essay's out here too. It'd make grading them an ounce more enjoyable... Maybe.
Just as he began to turn the page, he heard Hadleigh Lynch greeting him. Though at the exact second he didn't know it was her. Realizing that maybe coming out here on such a busy day wasn't the best idea, he marked his place in the book and closed it to-- Ah, Hadleigh. He liked this one. "Miss Lynch," he gave her a small grin and a nod.
He had wanted to talk to her actually!.... And that didn't happen very often. Normally it was the students seeking him out. Right, anyways. "I'd like to apologize for how little time we had to talk at the feast," it was a mess. Clearly. But for the important stuff... "How was your summer?"
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!
SPOILER!!: delinquents in action (& airey) (& /pebbles/)
Quote:
Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe
Loosening her tie even further, Nicky fiddled with the shirt that was already mostly unbuttoned at the top. She was surprised at how... easy that had been. The professor hadn't even said a word to her and the three of then had just waltzed right out of class... "Does that happen of---" she had been looking over her shoulder back at the greenhouses growing smaller in the distance and was beginning to turn her head to face forward when the small boy who'd made the fuss just.... disappeared.
"What the..." she stopped cold, her giant boot having come dangerously close to the shrunken boy she didn't know was underfoot. She looked at the boy who hadn't said anything yet, wondering what he possibly could have done. As that boy bent down, though, Nicky did as well and narrowed her eyes as she considered. Reaching down, she pinched the back of the teeeeeeny boy's robes and lifted him up off the ground to set in her other hand.
"I could put you in a jar and keep you as a pet, you know," she teased, wondering what on earth to do.
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
*THUD THUD THUD THUD*
Never without his companion, Airey was taking advantage of the the crisp fall weather and fact that students were in class right now and the grounds would be quiet for a leisurely walk. Not that he did not enjoy the random run ins with students while walking Pebbles - and she certainly enjoyed the interactions - but it was also nice to have some quiet time with just his thoughts. Well, his thoughts and the dull thumbing of Pebbles as she tried to keep up with his lanky strides.
...........................sweet solstice. WHY. No, really. WHY was it always Ravenclaws?
And particularly ONE Ravenclaw.
Looking at you Mr. Prince.
"Mr. Prince...Miss Iver...." he said upon approach. "If I am not mistaken you have Herbology at this hour." Cue an eyebrow raise as he looked back and forth between the two, still unaware of the tiny Gryffindor being pinched between the sixth year's fingers. "Or perhaps you are still looking for the girl's lavatory?" He paused to give Pebbles' pink leash a bit of a firm tug for her to catch up as she had clearly gotten distracted looking at a random blade of grass. "Now, do I need to escort you back or will you ------- SWEET SOLSTICE!"
Is that. How did. What did? Who did?
WHY WAS MR. BLAISE TINY?!
"Someone care to explain why Mr. Blaise is fairy sized?"
Looking at you, Miss Iver.
Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Blaise was having a moment, the kind where he wanted to tell Daxton not to just KNEEL THERE but to DO SOMETHING. However, he did realize the error in his thinking before articulating as much. This was Daxton, he could not fix him or perhaps would not. At the moment, Blaise wasn't sure which it ultimately was but it didn't calm him down any more.
Tiny. He was now perfectly squishable and he did not remember signing up for this. Who did this sort of thing anyway and why did it ever seem like a good idea? He seemed to remember a conversation last term with Professor Myers where he told him exactly how he felt about magic and the man goes and forces magic on him? It was enough to have the young boy kicking at the dirt--which had much bigger particles now--and yelling words his mother would scrub his tongue for a month if she ever heard him say in his newly acquired tiny voice (which only served to aggravate him further).
In the next second, he saw his life flash before his eyes for two distinctly different reasons and it shut him up immediately. Eyes very wide now with his hands moving to protect his head any way they could.
Oh Merlin. This was it. He always KNEW magic was gonna be the thing to kill him, but he always assumed it would be his own wand and more along the lines of not working when he needed it to. Circe, to think he accused Hirsch of trying to kill him when it was Myers all along---eh?
"Put me down! Putmedown! Putmedown! Putmedown!" Blaise's arms flailed wildly on either side in an futile effort to free himself from the girl's grasp. Could this day get any worse????????? As if on perfect cue, the universe sought to answer that. Yes. Yes it could. "Professor Airey heeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Professor Myers SHRUNK ME then LEFT ME TO WANDER THE GROUNDS WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A WARNING AND I DON'T WANT TO KEEP BEING THIS SIZE! HE DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME I WAS GONNA BE SMALL, JUST DID IT AND I WANT TO HAVE MLE CONTACTED PLEASE!" Surely this broke some law or the other. Child endangerment?
Daxton shot a look at the other girl. She was no longer under any Blaise-related suspicion, not after it had become clear that Blaise's predicament was simply an effect of Myers' literary themes lesson, but he had been getting a closer look at Blaise when the Gryffindor was rudely taken away. He straightened, making no comment (obviously) about the girl's potential plans to keep Blaise in a jar, apparently more concerned with brushing the courtyard-dirt from the knees of his trousers.
And then... the thud. Daxton recognised that thud. He would have called it The Thud of His Nemesis, were he not being careful to avoid personifying the stupid rock in the same way that its owner did. Either way, the sound of that thud always preceded the sound of a certain Astronomer, and though Daxton often found himself wanting to provoke or antagonise him into a reaction, this was one situation in which he did not want to be noticed at all.
Looking up, he found that he was (obviously) correct. Airey Flamsteed was heading straight towards them, dragging that infernal rock behind him on its stupid leash and going on about how they should be in Herbology. Daxton took a quick survey of the surroundings; they were outside, so there were was plenty of space, an exit in practically every direction, and they were by no means trapped. If he moved fast enough while Airey Flamsteed was distracted, he could make a run for it. He was not going back to Herbology, escorted or otherwise.
Starting a little at the sudden loud exclamation regarding Blaise's recently acquired tiny stature, Daxton looked back at the Gryffindor, who immediately launched into his tiny tirade. Perfect. A perfect distraction. Airey Flamsteed would probably be more concerned with the state of one of his Gryffindor charges, deciphering the angry and high-pitched yelling (which was incredibly pervasive and overwhelming to Daxton's already overworked ears), and the apparent safety risk. If there was ever a chance to run, it was now.
Daxton glanced from Airey Flamsteed, to Tiny Blaise, to the girl who had now been identified as Iver, then back to Airey Flamsteed. Not wasting another second, he suddenly made a break for it. If he reached the castle, there were plenty hiding places and secret passageways provided by the castle on the way to the seventh floor, and he could be at the Room of Requirement in barely any time at all.
Every man for himself.
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Gabriella Rose Rustokova (#CCOOCC)
Ravenclaw
First Year
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Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Courtyard was proving to be a good choice in venue. The background noise wasn't all to unbearable, and he liked hearing the birds chirping in the background. It sure beat being cooped up in his office all day long. Next time he ought to bring some of the student essay's out here too. It'd make grading them an ounce more enjoyable... Maybe.
Just as he began to turn the page, he heard Hadleigh Lynch greeting him. Though at the exact second he didn't know it was her. Realizing that maybe coming out here on such a busy day wasn't the best idea, he marked his place in the book and closed it to-- Ah, Hadleigh. He liked this one. "Miss Lynch," he gave her a small grin and a nod.
He had wanted to talk to her actually!.... And that didn't happen very often. Normally it was the students seeking him out. Right, anyways. "I'd like to apologize for how little time we had to talk at the feast," it was a mess. Clearly. But for the important stuff... "How was your summer?"
She hoped she hadn't startled the man as he HAD been reading. Who knew just how into that book he had been just seconds ago. As James marked his place in the book and looked up at her she caught sight of the small grin and smiled. He didn't appear annoyed by her dropping in on him as she did. This was good.
It was a good thing too. Hady had tried to speak with him at the feast but everyone always knew how that went...horribly. It was a thing now. But what?!
The sixth year just stood there and stared at Draper for the longest time. Had he- Had HE just apologized to her? Why? The girl was slightly confused and it took her more then a second or two to overcome it and regain her train of thought. "That's alright Sir, it hadn't been your fault at all. Everyone knows by now that the feast is the worst time to attempt to speak with someone." It was true. Before she got a chance to say anymore he was asking about her summer. The exact reason why she had gone to the staff table during the feast in the first place. "That's actually why I had wanted to speak with you. I wanted to thank you for helping me with the letter for my internship. I spent the summer in Ireland and it was amazing, there's nothing I would've ever traded that chance for." Did that say anything at all? It should. It had been the best summer of her life to date minus one day the summer before.
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Bread!
Never without his companion, Airey was taking advantage of the the crisp fall weather and fact that students were in class right now and the grounds would be quiet for a leisurely walk. Not that he did not enjoy the random run ins with students while walking Pebbles - and she certainly enjoyed the interactions - but it was also nice to have some quiet time with just his thoughts. Well, his thoughts and the dull thumbing of Pebbles as she tried to keep up with his lanky strides.
...........................sweet solstice. WHY. No, really. WHY was it always Ravenclaws?
And particularly ONE Ravenclaw.
Looking at you Mr. Prince.
"Mr. Prince...Miss Iver...." he said upon approach. "If I am not mistaken you have Herbology at this hour." Cue an eyebrow raise as he looked back and forth between the two, still unaware of the tiny Gryffindor being pinched between the sixth year's fingers. "Or perhaps you are still looking for the girl's lavatory?" He paused to give Pebbles' pink leash a bit of a firm tug for her to catch up as she had clearly gotten distracted looking at a random blade of grass. "Now, do I need to escort you back or will you ------- SWEET SOLSTICE!"
Is that. How did. What did? Who did?
WHY WAS MR. BLAISE TINY?!
"Someone care to explain why Mr. Blaise is fairy sized?"
Looking at you, Miss Iver.
Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
SPOILER!!: You lot!
Blaise was having a moment, the kind where he wanted to tell Daxton not to just KNEEL THERE but to DO SOMETHING. However, he did realize the error in his thinking before articulating as much. This was Daxton, he could not fix him or perhaps would not. At the moment, Blaise wasn't sure which it ultimately was but it didn't calm him down any more.
Tiny. He was now perfectly squishable and he did not remember signing up for this. Who did this sort of thing anyway and why did it ever seem like a good idea? He seemed to remember a conversation last term with Professor Myers where he told him exactly how he felt about magic and the man goes and forces magic on him? It was enough to have the young boy kicking at the dirt--which had much bigger particles now--and yelling words his mother would scrub his tongue for a month if she ever heard him say in his newly acquired tiny voice (which only served to aggravate him further).
In the next second, he saw his life flash before his eyes for two distinctly different reasons and it shut him up immediately. Eyes very wide now with his hands moving to protect his head any way they could.
Oh Merlin. This was it. He always KNEW magic was gonna be the thing to kill him, but he always assumed it would be his own wand and more along the lines of not working when he needed it to. Circe, to think he accused Hirsch of trying to kill him when it was Myers all along---eh?
"Put me down! Putmedown! Putmedown! Putmedown!" Blaise's arms flailed wildly on either side in an futile effort to free himself from the girl's grasp. Could this day get any worse????????? As if on perfect cue, the universe sought to answer that. Yes. Yes it could. "Professor Airey heeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Professor Myers SHRUNK ME then LEFT ME TO WANDER THE GROUNDS WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A WARNING AND I DON'T WANT TO KEEP BEING THIS SIZE! HE DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME I WAS GONNA BE SMALL, JUST DID IT AND I WANT TO HAVE MLE CONTACTED PLEASE!" Surely this broke some law or the other. Child endangerment?
Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir
SPOILER!!: delinquents in action (& airey) (& /pebbles/)
Daxton shot a look at the other girl. She was no longer under any Blaise-related suspicion, not after it had become clear that Blaise's predicament was simply an effect of Myers' literary themes lesson, but he had been getting a closer look at Blaise when the Gryffindor was rudely taken away. He straightened, making no comment (obviously) about the girl's potential plans to keep Blaise in a jar, apparently more concerned with brushing the courtyard-dirt from the knees of his trousers.
And then... the thud. Daxton recognised that thud. He would have called it The Thud of His Nemesis, were he not being careful to avoid personifying the stupid rock in the same way that its owner did. Either way, the sound of that thud always preceded the sound of a certain Astronomer, and though Daxton often found himself wanting to provoke or antagonise him into a reaction, this was one situation in which he did not want to be noticed at all.
Looking up, he found that he was (obviously) correct. Airey Flamsteed was heading straight towards them, dragging that infernal rock behind him on its stupid leash and going on about how they should be in Herbology. Daxton took a quick survey of the surroundings; they were outside, so there were was plenty of space, an exit in practically every direction, and they were by no means trapped. If he moved fast enough while Airey Flamsteed was distracted, he could make a run for it. He was not going back to Herbology, escorted or otherwise.
Starting a little at the sudden loud exclamation regarding Blaise's recently acquired tiny stature, Daxton looked back at the Gryffindor, who immediately launched into his tiny tirade. Perfect. A perfect distraction. Airey Flamsteed would probably be more concerned with the state of one of his Gryffindor charges, deciphering the angry and high-pitched yelling (which was incredibly pervasive and overwhelming to Daxton's already overworked ears), and the apparent safety risk. If there was ever a chance to run, it was now.
Daxton glanced from Airey Flamsteed, to Tiny Blaise, to the girl who had now been identified as Iver, then back to Airey Flamsteed. Not wasting another second, he suddenly made a break for it. If he reached the castle, there were plenty hiding places and secret passageways provided by the castle on the way to the seventh floor, and he could be at the Room of Requirement in barely any time at all.
Every man for himself.
She wasn't really going to keep him in a jar, but the flailing of the itty bitty Bellaire was terribly amusing to the girl. "Stop your squirming before I drop you," she chided. "Or you'll have to go in my pock---"
It was the thud that drew Nicky's attention and she looked up, only to see one Airey Flamsteed on the way. Muttering, indelicately, under her breath, the girl straightened up and glanced at Daxton as the man spoke, who looked ready to bolt. "Don't you da--" well, nevermind then. The boy was off and it was just Nicky, Bitty Blaise, and the man with the rock.
She could see it in his face. He thought that she'd done this. And the crack about the bathroom... well, that was just enough to key her up. Sucking on her teeth, she considered her response, Gryffindor still in hand.
"Professor Myers knows where we are, so you don't have to worry there," she began. It was technically true. He hadn't stopped them, and he very well could have. So as far as Nicky was concerned, that was permission to leave. "And actually, yes," she smirked back. "No loo in the greenhouse. I'm thinking I may need to see the healer about it actually, but mum's a big fan of muggle cures, so I'm going to stop by the kitchens for some cranberry juice first. Infections are nasty business" She could go on, on this point, if you'd like, Professor, as she gestured vaguely with her free hand. But Blaise was squeaking and squeaking away.
"But as for this..." she used her free hand to gesture to the boy. "He just shrunk out of nowhere and I was going to bring him to you, since he's one of yours. But since you were so kind to meet us halfway..." Nicky, emboldened by the ease with which they had left herbology, took a step forward, and in one fluid motion slipped Blaise into the man's jacket breast pocket.
"Good day." With that, she stepped to the side, fully intending to pass him by.
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Originally Posted by griffin
Today was beautiful outside, so Penelope had taken a break from studying to get some fresh air. Penelope was sitting near the edge of the courtyard drawing in her sketchbook. She was sketching one of the eagle statues on the fountain. Although she was usually inside for most of the day, it was nice to come outside. There were many days in the winter when the weather wasn't suitable for being outside for long times, so it was good to enjoy the sun while they had it. More features were being added to the eagle statue drawing. It was coming along well, and was starting to look quite a lot like the statue she was looking at. Unlike cats, statues were not constantly moving, so statues were easier to draw than cats.
Azura was wandering really.. It seemed she had taken to doing that lately. When her mind wandered, she started to as well. The other day she had ended up in the lake before she realized where she was.
She sighed as she stopped and realized that she was in the courtyard! She blinked a little and looked around.. She sighed as she remembered sitting here with Garreth last year talking about his college applications.. Had he got in? Where WAS he anyways? She sighed softly as she turned her heard to see the Head girl sitting there!
"Hello Penny." Azura said as she moved closer to her.. Her dull eyes looking at her drawing.. "That's pretty good." She said as she sat down near the Head girl.
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Quote:
Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy
She hoped she hadn't startled the man as he HAD been reading. Who knew just how into that book he had been just seconds ago. As James marked his place in the book and looked up at her she caught sight of the small grin and smiled. He didn't appear annoyed by her dropping in on him as she did. This was good.
It was a good thing too. Hady had tried to speak with him at the feast but everyone always knew how that went...horribly. It was a thing now. But what?!
The sixth year just stood there and stared at Draper for the longest time. Had he- Had HE just apologized to her? Why? The girl was slightly confused and it took her more then a second or two to overcome it and regain her train of thought. "That's alright Sir, it hadn't been your fault at all. Everyone knows by now that the feast is the worst time to attempt to speak with someone." It was true. Before she got a chance to say anymore he was asking about her summer. The exact reason why she had gone to the staff table during the feast in the first place. "That's actually why I had wanted to speak with you. I wanted to thank you for helping me with the letter for my internship. I spent the summer in Ireland and it was amazing, there's nothing I would've ever traded that chance for." Did that say anything at all? It should. It had been the best summer of her life to date minus one day the summer before.
He was in a good mood, alright? It was probably because he hadn't had the chance to talk to Paul Myers all day. That normally did him in. So he was alright and she was a good student. One that actually cared and tried hard. He appreciated that.
But.... This silence was uncharacteristic of her. So he gave her a funny little look, waiting to see if she ever decided to speak again. Which, of course, she did eventually. What she had to say about her summer pleased him immensely. Obviously working the proper connections to help her get the position required some extra work, but her response proved that it was worth it. Was Hogwarts watching this? Did they SEE? Tin man actually did have a heart, believe it or not.
If that didn't make him a decent Professor, then he was straight out of ideas. "I'm glad to hear that," actually he was. "So that's it then, you're set?" He should probably elaborate here, yeah? "Healing creatures is definitely the right fit for you?" Normally a kid could pin-point what subjects they liked... But knowing they liked learning about something and then actually doing it... Well, those were two different things.
So this hands on experience could be a make it or break it.
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He was in a good mood, alright? It was probably because he hadn't had the chance to talk to Paul Myers all day. That normally did him in. So he was alright and she was a good student. One that actually cared and tried hard. He appreciated that.
But.... This silence was uncharacteristic of her. So he gave her a funny little look, waiting to see if she ever decided to speak again. Which, of course, she did eventually. What she had to say about her summer pleased him immensely. Obviously working the proper connections to help her get the position required some extra work, but her response proved that it was worth it. Was Hogwarts watching this? Did they SEE? Tin man actually did have a heart, believe it or not.
If that didn't make him a decent Professor, then he was straight out of ideas. "I'm glad to hear that," actually he was. "So that's it then, you're set?" He should probably elaborate here, yeah? "Healing creatures is definitely the right fit for you?" Normally a kid could pin-point what subjects they liked... But knowing they liked learning about something and then actually doing it... Well, those were two different things.
So this hands on experience could be a make it or break it.
Fresh air was wonderful. It did amazing things for a person. Just the small breeze that was blowing and the scent of grass and the quiet sound of birds chirping in the distance. Hady found it all soothing and she was more then pleased with herself for coming outside.
Her momentary silence had probably surprised the man but she had recovered quickly. An apology from a professor wasn't something you got often and even if it wasn't for anything huge it had been unexpected. Why did most of the students not like him? They must all be stupid because she found him to be nice and very helpful. "It is. There's no doubt in mind that this is what I want to do Sir, there never has been." Healing creatures was her lifes works and she had known it for a very long time. "Getting to work one on one with the healer was something I'll never forget, I've learned so much more then any book could have taught me," she replied with a bright grin.
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Propping her chin up on her palm, the blonde watched him work silently for a few moments. Liv had never really understood the mechanics of Bentley's camera, but he took some really beautiful pictures with it. So....
She scooted closer to her friend's leg, resting her forehead against his knee. "I'm trying to practice for dueling club." Mhm, there was some dramatic sighing in progress. "...but I'm struggling with some of the spells"
The Transfiguration ones, to be specific. Guh, why was she so terrible at that subject?!?!
Bentley appreciated Liv for the fact that she would do little things like this. He liked the fact that she would rest her head on his knee like his baby sister always did. It was a sign of trust and it made his little Gryffindor heart just a little bigger and made him feel extra protective.
Up to this day he never understood why that was so.
Dueling...he thought about that...maybe he should sign up for that too.
"yeah? What sort of spells?"
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Alice raised a red eyebrow. So.. Mystery person was a cat lover. "Dogs are better and birds. Cats are lazy, selfish creatures..worse than fish, really." Maybe she was being dramatic. Fish really were the worst pets. Soooo boring. "I did. Do you have an issue with him too?" Because she could get past the cat thing. Maybe he was dumb or had bad taste.. but if he didn't like Phillip than maybe they had an issue.
"Nice to meet you, Dante."
At least he could shake a lady's hand like a gentleman.
Truly he thought toads were better than all of those. But that is not something he was going to argue about because it was pointless. But everything was probably better than fish expect maybe flobberworms. He would have to give that thought. "It would depend on the type of bird for me to agree to that. Raven yes, pigeon no." And well at least he was not seeing things. She had written Phillip.
Issues with him. Well not in recent memory besides the whole awkward bathroom thing and him stomping on his foot at that whatever those things were when Botros was still Headmaster.
"Issue no, just surprised and other people have issues with him?"
Phillip what have you been getting up to.
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Blaise was having a moment, the kind where he wanted to tell Daxton not to just KNEEL THERE but to DO SOMETHING. However, he did realize the error in his thinking before articulating as much. This was Daxton, he could not fix him or perhaps would not. At the moment, Blaise wasn't sure which it ultimately was but it didn't calm him down any more.
Tiny. He was now perfectly squishable and he did not remember signing up for this. Who did this sort of thing anyway and why did it ever seem like a good idea? He seemed to remember a conversation last term with Professor Myers where he told him exactly how he felt about magic and the man goes and forces magic on him? It was enough to have the young boy kicking at the dirt--which had much bigger particles now--and yelling words his mother would scrub his tongue for a month if she ever heard him say in his newly acquired tiny voice (which only served to aggravate him further).
In the next second, he saw his life flash before his eyes for two distinctly different reasons and it shut him up immediately. Eyes very wide now with his hands moving to protect his head any way they could.
Oh Merlin. This was it. He always KNEW magic was gonna be the thing to kill him, but he always assumed it would be his own wand and more along the lines of not working when he needed it to. Circe, to think he accused Hirsch of trying to kill him when it was Myers all along---eh?
"Put me down! Putmedown! Putmedown! Putmedown!" Blaise's arms flailed wildly on either side in an futile effort to free himself from the girl's grasp. Could this day get any worse????????? As if on perfect cue, the universe sought to answer that. Yes. Yes it could. "Professor Airey heeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Professor Myers SHRUNK ME then LEFT ME TO WANDER THE GROUNDS WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A WARNING AND I DON'T WANT TO KEEP BEING THIS SIZE! HE DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME I WAS GONNA BE SMALL, JUST DID IT AND I WANT TO HAVE MLE CONTACTED PLEASE!" Surely this broke some law or the other. Child endangerment?
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SPOILER!!: delinquents in action (& airey) (& /pebbles/)
Daxton shot a look at the other girl. She was no longer under any Blaise-related suspicion, not after it had become clear that Blaise's predicament was simply an effect of Myers' literary themes lesson, but he had been getting a closer look at Blaise when the Gryffindor was rudely taken away. He straightened, making no comment (obviously) about the girl's potential plans to keep Blaise in a jar, apparently more concerned with brushing the courtyard-dirt from the knees of his trousers.
And then... the thud. Daxton recognised that thud. He would have called it The Thud of His Nemesis, were he not being careful to avoid personifying the stupid rock in the same way that its owner did. Either way, the sound of that thud always preceded the sound of a certain Astronomer, and though Daxton often found himself wanting to provoke or antagonise him into a reaction, this was one situation in which he did not want to be noticed at all.
Looking up, he found that he was (obviously) correct. Airey Flamsteed was heading straight towards them, dragging that infernal rock behind him on its stupid leash and going on about how they should be in Herbology. Daxton took a quick survey of the surroundings; they were outside, so there were was plenty of space, an exit in practically every direction, and they were by no means trapped. If he moved fast enough while Airey Flamsteed was distracted, he could make a run for it. He was not going back to Herbology, escorted or otherwise.
Starting a little at the sudden loud exclamation regarding Blaise's recently acquired tiny stature, Daxton looked back at the Gryffindor, who immediately launched into his tiny tirade. Perfect. A perfect distraction. Airey Flamsteed would probably be more concerned with the state of one of his Gryffindor charges, deciphering the angry and high-pitched yelling (which was incredibly pervasive and overwhelming to Daxton's already overworked ears), and the apparent safety risk. If there was ever a chance to run, it was now.
Daxton glanced from Airey Flamsteed, to Tiny Blaise, to the girl who had now been identified as Iver, then back to Airey Flamsteed. Not wasting another second, he suddenly made a break for it. If he reached the castle, there were plenty hiding places and secret passageways provided by the castle on the way to the seventh floor, and he could be at the Room of Requirement in barely any time at all.
Every man for himself.
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SPOILER!!: well this escalated quickly
She wasn't really going to keep him in a jar, but the flailing of the itty bitty Bellaire was terribly amusing to the girl. "Stop your squirming before I drop you," she chided. "Or you'll have to go in my pock---"
It was the thud that drew Nicky's attention and she looked up, only to see one Airey Flamsteed on the way. Muttering, indelicately, under her breath, the girl straightened up and glanced at Daxton as the man spoke, who looked ready to bolt. "Don't you da--" well, nevermind then. The boy was off and it was just Nicky, Bitty Blaise, and the man with the rock.
She could see it in his face. He thought that she'd done this. And the crack about the bathroom... well, that was just enough to key her up. Sucking on her teeth, she considered her response, Gryffindor still in hand.
"Professor Myers knows where we are, so you don't have to worry there," she began. It was technically true. He hadn't stopped them, and he very well could have. So as far as Nicky was concerned, that was permission to leave. "And actually, yes," she smirked back. "No loo in the greenhouse. I'm thinking I may need to see the healer about it actually, but mum's a big fan of muggle cures, so I'm going to stop by the kitchens for some cranberry juice first. Infections are nasty business" She could go on, on this point, if you'd like, Professor, as she gestured vaguely with her free hand. But Blaise was squeaking and squeaking away.
"But as for this..." she used her free hand to gesture to the boy. "He just shrunk out of nowhere and I was going to bring him to you, since he's one of yours. But since you were so kind to meet us halfway..." Nicky, emboldened by the ease with which they had left herbology, took a step forward, and in one fluid motion slipped Blaise into the man's jacket breast pocket.
"Good day." With that, she stepped to the side, fully intending to pass him by.
There was....an awful lot of loud squeaking going on from the tiny Mr. Blaise...and Airey was understanding precisely 0% of it despite the Gryffindor having his undivided attention at the moment. Although he did think he may have heard a please in there somewhere...maybe?
But any inclination he had had to trying to make out what Mr. Blaise was saying was quickly snuffed out by Mr. Prince's attempt at escape. "DAXTON PRINCE," the astronomer barked paternally at the boy, his wand at the ready to prevent further self dismissal should the need arise. "Back here. NOW."
Consider that the first and final warning.
"What do you mean he knows you are here?" the astronomer gaped at Miss Iver. Meaning...what exactly? Obviously they had not been dismissed? Or hopefully rather? WHY WAS THIS ENTIRE SITUATION SO UTTERLY ABSURD?! "Once we are done here, Miss Iver, I will gladly escort you to see Healer Murdoch." Wait...what had she just said? Infection? What?
The man was still a bit too preoccupied with the tiny Gryffindor between her fingers...but now was also thinking about cranberry juice...
SWEET SOLSTICE COULD JUST ONE OF THEM STAND STILL?!
Oh wait, no, she was moving towards him and....
"MISS IVER! THERE IS AN EXTENSION CHARM IN PLACE ON THAT POCKET!"
SWEET SOLSTICE THEY MAY NEVER FIND BLAISE BELLAIRE AGAIN!
Well, erm....if that was the case then...well... making Herbology the third class, apparently, that the boy was skipping would be the least of his concerns?
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Daxton shot a look at the other girl. She was no longer under any Blaise-related suspicion, not after it had become clear that Blaise's predicament was simply an effect of Myers' literary themes lesson, but he had been getting a closer look at Blaise when the Gryffindor was rudely taken away. He straightened, making no comment (obviously) about the girl's potential plans to keep Blaise in a jar, apparently more concerned with brushing the courtyard-dirt from the knees of his trousers.
And then... the thud. Daxton recognised that thud. He would have called it The Thud of His Nemesis, were he not being careful to avoid personifying the stupid rock in the same way that its owner did. Either way, the sound of that thud always preceded the sound of a certain Astronomer, and though Daxton often found himself wanting to provoke or antagonise him into a reaction, this was one situation in which he did not want to be noticed at all.
Looking up, he found that he was (obviously) correct. Airey Flamsteed was heading straight towards them, dragging that infernal rock behind him on its stupid leash and going on about how they should be in Herbology. Daxton took a quick survey of the surroundings; they were outside, so there were was plenty of space, an exit in practically every direction, and they were by no means trapped. If he moved fast enough while Airey Flamsteed was distracted, he could make a run for it. He was not going back to Herbology, escorted or otherwise.
Starting a little at the sudden loud exclamation regarding Blaise's recently acquired tiny stature, Daxton looked back at the Gryffindor, who immediately launched into his tiny tirade. Perfect. A perfect distraction. Airey Flamsteed would probably be more concerned with the state of one of his Gryffindor charges, deciphering the angry and high-pitched yelling (which was incredibly pervasive and overwhelming to Daxton's already overworked ears), and the apparent safety risk. If there was ever a chance to run, it was now.
Daxton glanced from Airey Flamsteed, to Tiny Blaise, to the girl who had now been identified as Iver, then back to Airey Flamsteed. Not wasting another second, he suddenly made a break for it. If he reached the castle, there were plenty hiding places and secret passageways provided by the castle on the way to the seventh floor, and he could be at the Room of Requirement in barely any time at all.
Every man for himself.
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SPOILER!!: well this escalated quickly
She wasn't really going to keep him in a jar, but the flailing of the itty bitty Bellaire was terribly amusing to the girl. "Stop your squirming before I drop you," she chided. "Or you'll have to go in my pock---"
It was the thud that drew Nicky's attention and she looked up, only to see one Airey Flamsteed on the way. Muttering, indelicately, under her breath, the girl straightened up and glanced at Daxton as the man spoke, who looked ready to bolt. "Don't you da--" well, nevermind then. The boy was off and it was just Nicky, Bitty Blaise, and the man with the rock.
She could see it in his face. He thought that she'd done this. And the crack about the bathroom... well, that was just enough to key her up. Sucking on her teeth, she considered her response, Gryffindor still in hand.
"Professor Myers knows where we are, so you don't have to worry there," she began. It was technically true. He hadn't stopped them, and he very well could have. So as far as Nicky was concerned, that was permission to leave. "And actually, yes," she smirked back. "No loo in the greenhouse. I'm thinking I may need to see the healer about it actually, but mum's a big fan of muggle cures, so I'm going to stop by the kitchens for some cranberry juice first. Infections are nasty business" She could go on, on this point, if you'd like, Professor, as she gestured vaguely with her free hand. But Blaise was squeaking and squeaking away.
"But as for this..." she used her free hand to gesture to the boy. "He just shrunk out of nowhere and I was going to bring him to you, since he's one of yours. But since you were so kind to meet us halfway..." Nicky, emboldened by the ease with which they had left herbology, took a step forward, and in one fluid motion slipped Blaise into the man's jacket breast pocket.
"Good day." With that, she stepped to the side, fully intending to pass him by.
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There was....an awful lot of loud squeaking going on from the tiny Mr. Blaise...and Airey was understanding precisely 0% of it despite the Gryffindor having his undivided attention at the moment. Although he did think he may have heard a please in there somewhere...maybe?
But any inclination he had had to trying to make out what Mr. Blaise was saying was quickly snuffed out by Mr. Prince's attempt at escape. "DAXTON PRINCE," the astronomer barked paternally at the boy, his wand at the ready to prevent further self dismissal should the need arise. "Back here. NOW."
Consider that the first and final warning.
"What do you mean he knows you are here?" the astronomer gaped at Miss Iver. Meaning...what exactly? Obviously they had not been dismissed? Or hopefully rather? WHY WAS THIS ENTIRE SITUATION SO UTTERLY ABSURD?! "Once we are done here, Miss Iver, I will gladly escort you to see Healer Murdoch." Wait...what had she just said? Infection? What?
The man was still a bit too preoccupied with the tiny Gryffindor between her fingers...but now was also thinking about cranberry juice...
SWEET SOLSTICE COULD JUST ONE OF THEM STAND STILL?!
Oh wait, no, she was moving towards him and....
"MISS IVER! THERE IS AN EXTENSION CHARM IN PLACE ON THAT POCKET!"
SWEET SOLSTICE THEY MAY NEVER FIND BLAISE BELLAIRE AGAIN!
Well, erm....if that was the case then...well... making Herbology the third class, apparently, that the boy was skipping would be the least of his concerns?
Everything was happening so quickly. Airey had only just caught up to them, Daxton was bolting, the new girl was talking about her bladder and and and "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO!"
HE DID NOT WANT TO GO IN THE POCKET! NO! HOLY KNEAZLE NO! NOOO!
Blaise flailed about wildly, cringing only at Airey's booming words that warned Daxton to come back. He might have tried explaining just what the girl meant when she said the Professor knew they'd gone but see, he was in more pressing danger, the kind that he may never get out of and it was enough to have him kinda....screaming.....very very shrill but tiny screams as he begged.
By some luck, the boy managed to grab hold of the fabric!ledge of the man's pocket. One glance down had told him that he did NOT want to let go.
This was not how this was meant to end. Not in a pocket after having magic forced on him. Sweet Circe. How did this even happen?? The young Gryffindor had to take several breaths to calm down, several DEEPS breaths while he tightened his grip. The only part of him currently visible was his little fingers that clung to the edge of the pocket. After several minutes of deep breathing, the boy made attempts to pull himself up. With a lot of effort, he managed to fling his leg over too but he severely miscalculated the required force and soon found himself once again clinging for dear life so he wouldn't fall.
"Help meeeee!" He didn't want to fall onto the pavement and go SPLAT. Kid should have taken his chances inside the pocket. Chances were, falling wouldn't have hurt so much.
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Randi smiled at the older girl and felt like maybe she had made a friend in this third year Gryffindor, " Well, both my parents came here so .. I suppose so. As for school.... That part I never understood, but questions aren't encouraged at my house. "
She started to try the levitation charm again this time with a little more firm with the flick ," Wingardium leviosa!"
upupupit went stopping right in front of Noelle's nose.
" How's that?" she grinned.
Oh wow. Questions weren't encouraged at her house?? Noelles mum and her weren't getting along right now, but her mum would never not allow her to question anything and everything. When Noelle showed first signs of magic at age 3, Noelles mum had said that she had begun asking questions from then on. And it hasn't stopped. That's how you learned.
"My mum came here. Hufflepuff. But my dad is a muggle. So we have a mixture of everything in our house." Noelle shared. She did live on a farm and had mostly muggle animals, because of muggles coming over. But Noelle did have her pet puff.
Noelle grinned as it reached her face. She clapped. "Very good!! Just keep practicing!"
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Spencer almost jumped out of his skin and ruined his drawing at the sound of the girls voice, he looked at her after he regain himself. "Oh bloody merlin, you scared me, I didn't know that anyone else was here! "said Spencer. Spencer seen the girl around, she was a Ravenclaw, but he never met her before. Spencer shook his head. "Sadly no, although I want to try to do that though, it'll be awesome! "said Spencer. Spencer had tons of drawings that he wished that moved, owls and animals to outside sceneries.
Spencer looked at her journal she had in her hands. "Having trouble finding inspiration? I know how that is, this is the first time since I drew since last year here, been a rough summer for me. " said Spencer. Spencer had a rough summer, the death of his father took a toil on him, he didn't feel like doing anything or seeing anyone. Although he was slowly getting back to himself, he wasn't his down to earth trouble making self, but he slowly was. He was goingto make this year better then last year was, he was going to make more friends and get into trouble, this year was going to be awesome.
Spencer looked back up his drawing before putting it away. "I'm Spencer, Spencer Criswell,second year Gryffindor. said Spencer. He was a proud lion and very much of one, although he was almost a Slytherin due to him having Slytherin traits, but apparently the sorting hat seen more bravery in him. Although that didn't mean that he wasn't cunning, sly and sneaky, he was very much that way. Although now that he thought about it, everyone probably had a little bit of every house in them, despite where they were sorted.
Hadley threw up her hands defensively. "Not my fault you're blind as a bat." What was with her and being practically invisible to boys? Seriously. So, he was aspiring to paint moving paintings. Hadley nodded. "You should. They're pretty cool." Yep. "One day, I'm gonna hire someone to paint my portrait like that, and then I'm gonna hang it with all the other portraits along the walls. See how long it takes for anyone to notice." She figured it would take a long time given how many there were. Unless the other portraits told on her.
Hadley scooted closer and nodded. "It came so easy just being here last year, and now..." she shrugged. "You had a rough summer too? Seriously, it's like an epidemic or something." She was half tempted to survey everyone here about whether or not their summer had been good, and then see if it was over half the students who didn't have good summers. But that seemed like too much work. And she really didn't care that much.
Grinning, Hadley held up her hand for a high five. "Denaker. Hadley Denaker." She couldn't help it. The way he'd introduced himself was so much like James Bond that she had go for it. "The infamous Hadley Denaker. But you can call me Hads. Second year should-have-been-Gryffindor."
Abby nodded and said "Arithmancy has never been my strong subject and think the calculations are rubbish too but anyway what is your favourite subject?"
Cornelius' head bobbed quickly up and down as he agreed with her. The calculations were a load of RUBBISH. Rubbish, I tell yah!
Favorite subject?
His tongue hung out at the corner of his mouth in thought. After a while he shrugged. "Quidditch...if it were a subject. I enjoy most of the subjects equally and I don't dislike them." He did. No one tell his parents. "But if I had to choose one it'd beeee..." HMMM. "Defense Against the Dark Arts. I guess I DO enjoy that one the most." Kicking bum and learning sick spells. Yep.
Truly he thought toads were better than all of those. But that is not something he was going to argue about because it was pointless. But everything was probably better than fish expect maybe flobberworms. He would have to give that thought. "It would depend on the type of bird for me to agree to that. Raven yes, pigeon no." And well at least he was not seeing things. She had written Phillip.
Issues with him. Well not in recent memory besides the whole awkward bathroom thing and him stomping on his foot at that whatever those things were when Botros was still Headmaster.
"Issue no, just surprised and other people have issues with him?"
Phillip what have you been getting up to.
Alice rolled her eyes. "There are more than two types of birds. Could be a Phoenix or a Peacock.. there are tons of cool birds. But yes, Ravens are the coolest." She looked at the bird on her shoulder with a fond smile. He was her favorite creature ever.
"Not that i know of. I haven't met anyone who doesn't like him. But i don't think i would be okay with anyone who wouldn't like him." She was loyal to a fault and Phillip was... well.. Her Phillip.
Alice rolled her eyes. "There are more than two types of birds. Could be a Phoenix or a Peacock.. there are tons of cool birds. But yes, Ravens are the coolest." She looked at the bird on her shoulder with a fond smile. He was her favorite creature ever.
"Not that i know of. I haven't met anyone who doesn't like him. But i don't think i would be okay with anyone who wouldn't like him." She was loyal to a fault and Phillip was... well.. Her Phillip.
"What house are you in?"
A Peacock, well that was an interesting bird to bring up. He knew next to nothing about them other than well the obvious. Oh boy Phillip looks like you have one of those. Would not be okay with anyone who did not like him. Those words were well.....Good Luck Phillip.
"Oh i'm sure there are some people that dislike him. Just not out loud or publicly."
Dante liked the guy so yeah.
"Slytherin, Why?"
Was it that obvious.
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Fresh air was wonderful. It did amazing things for a person. Just the small breeze that was blowing and the scent of grass and the quiet sound of birds chirping in the distance. Hady found it all soothing and she was more then pleased with herself for coming outside.
Her momentary silence had probably surprised the man but she had recovered quickly. An apology from a professor wasn't something you got often and even if it wasn't for anything huge it had been unexpected. Why did most of the students not like him? They must all be stupid because she found him to be nice and very helpful. "It is. There's no doubt in mind that this is what I want to do Sir, there never has been." Healing creatures was her lifes works and she had known it for a very long time. "Getting to work one on one with the healer was something I'll never forget, I've learned so much more then any book could have taught me," she replied with a bright grin.
An apology from a Professor wasn't something you got often, true. And an apology from Professor Draper was definitely something you never got. So this occasion was indeed INCREDIBLY rare. And hopefully she didn't bank on it repeating itself because this was a one time thing. Even James didn't see it coming. And he saw everything coming. "Ah, good," he nodded. "I'll admit I would've been disappointed to hear otherwise." But maybe he was biased. "You've been working hard, I can tell that it'll work in your favor." Especially with the head start she had.
"And while I'm glad to hear you had an enjoyable summer," he looked around, "I've been meaning to find you to extend a congratulations," he smiled. Ought to say why, yeah? Or had she figured that much out on her own?
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Azura was wandering really.. It seemed she had taken to doing that lately. When her mind wandered, she started to as well. The other day she had ended up in the lake before she realized where she was.
She sighed as she stopped and realized that she was in the courtyard! She blinked a little and looked around.. She sighed as she remembered sitting here with Garreth last year talking about his college applications.. Had he got in? Where WAS he anyways? She sighed softly as she turned her heard to see the Head girl sitting there!
"Hello Penny." Azura said as she moved closer to her.. Her dull eyes looking at her drawing.. "That's pretty good." She said as she sat down near the Head girl.
Penelope was working on shading on one of the wings of the eagle statue in her drawing. Hearing someone speaking to her, Penelope looked up from her sketchbook to see who was speaking to her. It was Azura! Azura was one of her beloved Ravenclaw babies. Well, maybe baby wasn't the best word because Azura was a second year. Penelope loved all of the Ravenclaws. "Hi Azura." Az thought the drawing was good! "Thank you." She had been working on her drawing skills. Penelope put down her sketchbook and turned towards the younger Ravenclaw so she could talk to Azura. "What's going on in your life?" This question was similar to 'how are you,' but could not be answered with a simple one word response. Something seemed different about Azura lately. It was okay if Azura didn't want to talk, but Penelope sensed that Azura might want to.
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An apology from a Professor wasn't something you got often, true. And an apology from Professor Draper was definitely something you never got. So this occasion was indeed INCREDIBLY rare. And hopefully she didn't bank on it repeating itself because this was a one time thing. Even James didn't see it coming. And he saw everything coming. "Ah, good," he nodded. "I'll admit I would've been disappointed to hear otherwise." But maybe he was biased. "You've been working hard, I can tell that it'll work in your favor." Especially with the head start she had.
"And while I'm glad to hear you had an enjoyable summer," he looked around, "I've been meaning to find you to extend a congratulations," he smiled. Ought to say why, yeah? Or had she figured that much out on her own?
There was nothing to say that Hady would be telling anyone about this. Even if it was something to boost about that wasn't like her to do. Arguments, apologies, relationships, friendships things of that sort were near and dear to her therefore what happened in them were between her and the other person mostly. So as rare and incredible as it was this was being kept to herself. "No need for any disappointment there Professor, it was so much more then I could've ever asked for." Granted she hardly ever asked for anything but still James would get the point. She ALWAYS worked hard. Gave everything 110% all the time. "I really hope so."
What? Hadleigh looked at him with a look of puzzlement clearly written all over her face. Extend congratulations...to her? Why? "I- for what Sir?" she asked quietly chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. What had she done?!
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After taking a bite that put him at the place where he had eaten half of his pear, Rooney stopped and finished piling his books into his satchel. All sixteen of those books. Honestly, working alongside magic was perfect for him. It made his bag easier to carry - almost impossible to remember it was there, to be honest. Satchel over his shoulder, the Ravenclaw closed the gap between he and this girl with a smile.
Another bite of his pear, and he stuck his hand out for shake times. "Rooney Alexander Bronwyn. Nice to meet you, Miss Hattie Paton."
Harriet tilted her head to the side as she watched him pile the books into his bag. That was a lot of books. "That is a lot of books in our bag" She mused, taking another bite of her fruit as she watched him. She figured he must have used magic on his bag, but still that was a lot of books. "Do you really need them all?" Because they didn't have that many classes a day. She had only brought out the books she needed. But maybe this guy liked lots of books?
"Ooh. You have a pretty name" Hattie murmured, taking his hand and shaking it. "What house are you in?"
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Hope wandered down to the courtyard. courtyard it was so pretty outside. There seemed to be alot of people in the courtyard. She even spotted her cousin, Noelle. She waved as she found an empty bench.
She sat down and proceeded to people watch. It was entertaining. Every one was different and had their own mannerisms. She smiled as she leaned back.
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She wasn't really going to keep him in a jar, but the flailing of the itty bitty Bellaire was terribly amusing to the girl. "Stop your squirming before I drop you," she chided. "Or you'll have to go in my pock---"
It was the thud that drew Nicky's attention and she looked up, only to see one Airey Flamsteed on the way. Muttering, indelicately, under her breath, the girl straightened up and glanced at Daxton as the man spoke, who looked ready to bolt. "Don't you da--" well, nevermind then. The boy was off and it was just Nicky, Bitty Blaise, and the man with the rock.
She could see it in his face. He thought that she'd done this. And the crack about the bathroom... well, that was just enough to key her up. Sucking on her teeth, she considered her response, Gryffindor still in hand.
"Professor Myers knows where we are, so you don't have to worry there," she began. It was technically true. He hadn't stopped them, and he very well could have. So as far as Nicky was concerned, that was permission to leave. "And actually, yes," she smirked back. "No loo in the greenhouse. I'm thinking I may need to see the healer about it actually, but mum's a big fan of muggle cures, so I'm going to stop by the kitchens for some cranberry juice first. Infections are nasty business" She could go on, on this point, if you'd like, Professor, as she gestured vaguely with her free hand. But Blaise was squeaking and squeaking away.
"But as for this..." she used her free hand to gesture to the boy. "He just shrunk out of nowhere and I was going to bring him to you, since he's one of yours. But since you were so kind to meet us halfway..." Nicky, emboldened by the ease with which they had left herbology, took a step forward, and in one fluid motion slipped Blaise into the man's jacket breast pocket.
"Good day." With that, she stepped to the side, fully intending to pass him by.
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There was....an awful lot of loud squeaking going on from the tiny Mr. Blaise...and Airey was understanding precisely 0% of it despite the Gryffindor having his undivided attention at the moment. Although he did think he may have heard a please in there somewhere...maybe?
But any inclination he had had to trying to make out what Mr. Blaise was saying was quickly snuffed out by Mr. Prince's attempt at escape. "DAXTON PRINCE," the astronomer barked paternally at the boy, his wand at the ready to prevent further self dismissal should the need arise. "Back here. NOW."
Consider that the first and final warning.
"What do you mean he knows you are here?" the astronomer gaped at Miss Iver. Meaning...what exactly? Obviously they had not been dismissed? Or hopefully rather? WHY WAS THIS ENTIRE SITUATION SO UTTERLY ABSURD?! "Once we are done here, Miss Iver, I will gladly escort you to see Healer Murdoch." Wait...what had she just said? Infection? What?
The man was still a bit too preoccupied with the tiny Gryffindor between her fingers...but now was also thinking about cranberry juice...
SWEET SOLSTICE COULD JUST ONE OF THEM STAND STILL?!
Oh wait, no, she was moving towards him and....
"MISS IVER! THERE IS AN EXTENSION CHARM IN PLACE ON THAT POCKET!"
SWEET SOLSTICE THEY MAY NEVER FIND BLAISE BELLAIRE AGAIN!
Well, erm....if that was the case then...well... making Herbology the third class, apparently, that the boy was skipping would be the least of his concerns?
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Everything was happening so quickly. Airey had only just caught up to them, Daxton was bolting, the new girl was talking about her bladder and and and "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO!"
HE DID NOT WANT TO GO IN THE POCKET! NO! HOLY KNEAZLE NO! NOOO!
Blaise flailed about wildly, cringing only at Airey's booming words that warned Daxton to come back. He might have tried explaining just what the girl meant when she said the Professor knew they'd gone but see, he was in more pressing danger, the kind that he may never get out of and it was enough to have him kinda....screaming.....very very shrill but tiny screams as he begged.
By some luck, the boy managed to grab hold of the fabric!ledge of the man's pocket. One glance down had told him that he did NOT want to let go.
This was not how this was meant to end. Not in a pocket after having magic forced on him. Sweet Circe. How did this even happen?? The young Gryffindor had to take several breaths to calm down, several DEEPS breaths while he tightened his grip. The only part of him currently visible was his little fingers that clung to the edge of the pocket. After several minutes of deep breathing, the boy made attempts to pull himself up. With a lot of effort, he managed to fling his leg over too but he severely miscalculated the required force and soon found himself once again clinging for dear life so he wouldn't fall.
"Help meeeee!" He didn't want to fall onto the pavement and go SPLAT. Kid should have taken his chances inside the pocket. Chances were, falling wouldn't have hurt so much.
The sound of his name being boomed across the courtyard was enough to tell Daxton that he had, in fact, been detected. No surprise, either; Airey Flamsteed could be annoyingly perceptive at times.
Though instinct told him to keep running, Daxton stopped in his tracks, skidding to a halt on the unevenly paved ground. He had definitely just heard the words Daxton Prince escape Airey Flamsteed's lips. Not Mr. Prince, but Daxton Prince. That alone had been enough to stop him.
Turning to face the group again, having had his back to them only for the necessity of running away (the only time it could ever possibly be okay), Daxton stood where he was, a little unsure of what to do next. He did not wish to return to class willingly, but the idea of being caught and forced to return was equally unpleasant. He watched the group - which from here looked more like a pair - uncertainly.
Even from where he was he could hear the strange conversation between Airey Flamsteed and the Iver girl, could see that the professor had his wand drawn, could make out the tiny high-pitched screams from Blaise Bellaire. He watched from afar, taking a half step closer, and then another, very very slowly so that he was technically obeying the order to return. But then, there was some sort of commotion, accompanied by yells and screams that were clearly from both the professor and Blaise, and Iver was attempting to make a quick exit too.
Taking advantage of the moment of disorder, and glimpsing another opportunity, Daxton made a second attempt at slipping away, darting for the doors whilst he still had the chance.
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