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In this spacious room, the trophy room houses the various trophies earned by students over the centuries. From plaques with the names of Student House Leaders from the last century along with House Quidditch Cup & Gobstones Champions. Along with those who earned the prestigious Special Services to the school. All the trophies displayed have been kept in special encasing to prevent further dust from ruining them. Feel free to admire the displays, but do not touch or you may find yourself stuck to them with no choice but to clean them until all evidence of fingerprints have been removed.
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Frankie was on the verge of tears as he lay on the floor of the trophy room. What was wrong with these people? They were either trying to steal his bae from him in their sick, twisted ways or they weren't doing anything at all. How could they not see that he was SUFFERING from the separation and anxiety of not knowing where she was? Yes, he was covered in pumpkin, his head had a huge lump on it, and Hady tricked him into kissing her. But all of that he could look past. All he needed was her.
Everything that was happening in the room was going by in a blur to him -- whether that was from just zoning out completely or his eyes watering, he did not know. The only thing that the Gryffindor knew was that this pain was unbearable. He felt like he was dying, slowly and painfully. His breathing grew heavy as did his breaking heart. "Someone take me to her," he whispered. The same phrase was said again and again and again.
Drink ... pain away ... find her.
The blond looked up, catching only a few of the words that were said by Hady. There was confusion written all over his face. He wasn't sure what to do. After all, this was the girl that tricked him into kissing her when he was clearly madly in love with another. At first he refused the offer, shaking his head. If it wasn't from her, he wasn't going to drink a single drop of whatever was inside that cup.
But her words replayed in his mind, quietly at first until they grew louder and louder. Drink ... pain away ... find her. Drink ... pain away ... find her. His blue eyes met Hady's brown ones. Was that really going to help? Were they finally going to leave in search for her? "Promise?"
He sat up, took the cup, and pressed it up against his lips. Initially his body wanted to reject the drink, but the prefect managed to swallow it all on one giant gulp. Soon after his head began to clear. Thoughts of her gradually went away, his head pain becoming more prominent. But the feeling that outweighed everything was pure embarrassment. He remembered everything. His face turned red as he looked away from everyone in the room, especially Hady.
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Still very much in a haze from the much unexpected kiss...please don't have let any of the professors have seen that or the Headmaster!Hady let out a slow breath. Her mind was whirling and she was no longer sure what she was doing anymore. It hadn't been meant for her and she knew this... but it had tossed up all those old memories she had buried aside and didn't think of often anymore. Only because neither of them were ready but they were working on it by becoming friends.
Focus Hady. Focus. Pay attention and make him drink the stupid antidote. Get things back to being semi normal. Just get him to drink it. Silent coaxing was going on as she once more brought her hazel eyes to meet those of Frankie's gorgeous blue ones. Promise. He wanted her to promise that she would help him find the love of his life. The love of his life that wasn't there... was a fake because of a love potion. The look on his face was breaking her heart and so was lying to him. She never lied to him but she was about to. A lie to help someone you truly cared for wasn't a bad thing. This is what she told herself several times over as she slowly nodded her head. "Promise," the sixth year whispered.
The cup was taken from her hand and she watched one of her closest friends raise it to their lips and drink. It was nearly over. Things would be okay again. Only maybe they weren't. Not just yet anyhow. How red Frankie's face instantly became as it was clear he remembered everything was easy to see seeing as she hadn't looked away from him. "Want me to ask Professor Newton for something for your head?" Her voice was much quieter then it should be but she felt the need to say something.
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And it seemed like James was done with his nonsense as well. Or, at least, that's what the headmaster overheard. A curious look appeared on his face as the professor's words ran through his mind multiple times. He wondered how certain the man was about the statement he had made. As the professor performed the counter spell, he gave him a look that said that the matter was not over with -- he could either stick around and give more specifics or they would be having a private conversation later in his office while those brownies were examined more thoroughly.
Yeah, they could have a private conversation later. James was a very unhappy camper at the moment and did NOT appreciate being interrogated like that in front of the whole school. If he had wanted to poison people, they'd know. And all of this foolishness had given his pride a good hit so if they didn't mind, he was making his well-overdue exit now.
And let's hope Sora wouldn't be invited over for fun times with the headmaster too because he'd rip her to pieces considering how civil he was being here.
Alright. Bye.
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*late late late late* still in the room...just at a gangly sprint :3
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Curse his lack of foresight and ability to apply Newton's laws to this particular moment - although would have had the man been right in his mind.
"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!" Airey roared - in true Kirk fashion, by the way - as the Slytherin slipped right out of the room. There was NO way that some SECOND YEAR was going to get the upper hand here.
AND WHERE WAS THE CREATURES MAN GOING?! HMMMMMMM?! THERE WAS INFORMATION STILL TO BE HA----
SWEET SOLSTICE?!
Staring down at his shoes that had somehow decided to stick the the floor, the astronomer resolved NOT to be bested by his shoes and quickly bent down to unlace them. HAHA, take THAT shoes. Quickly slipping out of them and revealing his stellar new footwear, Airey made a mad dash towards the exit with every intention of GETTING TO HER FIRST.
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