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Connected to the Armour Gallery, the Trophy Room is where all awards, trophies, cups, plates, shields, statues, and medals are put on display behind crystal glass. Dating back centuries are the numerous achievements that have been made by those who've walked within these walls. When the sunlight shines through the windows and hits the glass just right, the items and names within glimmer and shine oh so bright.
Hundreds of names can be read here, ranging from the great Harry Potter, teachers and ministers of the past, many of today's famous Quidditch players, and more. Carefully looking at all of the names on each individual nameplate, some of you just might even find your parents' names here. Feel free to admire and strive to get your name listed somewhere in this room before you graduate. Just don't press your fingers against the glass or think about having a late-night duel here. You will be sitting here every night for detention until each trophy and plaque in sight is polished to perfection if you do.
Why had no one told him how awful it was to wait for the quidditch team results? How positively hair pulling and heart aching it could be? Or was this Hufflepuff just being overdramatic? But then again... out of everything going on lately, this was easily the most tamable worry he had. And the one that would be resolved the easiest, even if he may not like the answer he might receive.
Trying to distract himself from this anxiety, Eamon had found himself walking around the trophy room, reading every little inscription there was, studying it even. He stopped quickly though, eyes grasping the names of those he knew, those who still attended school here. His classmates. Zoryn... Stasya... Bel.....
Derf.
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Coming back from one of his advanced Charms tutoring sessions with Professor Dopple - one good thing that had come from that disaster of a Charms lesson - Derf found himself making a bit of a side trip to the Trophy Room. He didn't care about seeing his own name here and that certainly wasn't why he had stopped by. Though the need for validation was involved regardless. But, more than himself, he wanted to see the familiar names of those who had been in his position before. Brian Woods and Henry Whittebrook in particular. He should probably write one, or both of them, to get some advice.
And Jessa. Holy hopping hippogriffs did he miss her right now.
However, as he stepped into the room his attention shifted from names to his dormmate. Eamon and him had been...rocky but stable. The worst being the black eye incident, but Derf didn't hold a grudge against that. He hadn't handle that situation all that well either, to be honest. But seeing him here now looking so deep in thought instantly had the Head Boy concerned.
"Hey...Eamon," he smiled weakly at his friend as he walked closer.
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Quietly, he stood at the plaque of the student leaders, eyes wandering further up to names he didn't know, years long before him. It was mindless because his mind wasn't even in the room, but also exploring past events. Things he'd done, events his wished had gone differently, pegging himself responsible for people leaving even when it was in no way his fault. His mum, Chris, the friction between him and Derf, between him and Indigo, and even Tashina.
Eamon was so far gone, he hadn't even heard the other boy come in.
His name startled him out of his daze, a jolt hitting his shoulder as he turned toward the voice, already knowing who it belonged to. "Hey, um, hey Derf." a smile was forced out, unknowingly mirroring the weak one of his dorm mate. "What are you doing here?" Forcing himself to straighten up a little, he finally realized the state of his friend.
"Everything alright?"
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Smiling gently, because he wanted to assure Eamon somehow that things were okay and that he could still be a safe place for his dormmate...if that was something that he wanted, the Head Boy shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Sorta just...wandering before I start my patrols," he chuckled a bit dryly. "Kinda wanted to see some familiar names," he added as a bit of an after thought while glancing at the plaques.
Seeing Levi Kenning's name there too...pulled at a lot more than his nostalgia strings.
"Hmmm?" he asked, thoughts and features distracted as he looked back at the brunette. "Yes...and no? Same as always, right?" It was almost comical how often they found themselves in conversation about being okay but not okay and then subsequently dancing around issues. Well, save for Eamon clocking him when Derf had broken the number one cardinal rule in dealing with a fearful creature - cornering it. "But...I think...things are. Yeah." Anxiously, he scratched at the back of his hand again. He probably needed to wash his sheets or something. Must be something living in it that he had tracked in from rolling around outside and, er, not always showering before falling into bed. "You?"
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Smiling gently, because he wanted to assure Eamon somehow that things were okay and that he could still be a safe place for his dormmate...if that was something that he wanted, the Head Boy shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Sorta just...wandering before I start my patrols," he chuckled a bit dryly. "Kinda wanted to see some familiar names," he added as a bit of an after thought while glancing at the plaques.
Seeing Levi Kenning's name there too...pulled at a lot more than his nostalgia strings.
"Hmmm?" he asked, thoughts and features distracted as he looked back at the brunette. "Yes...and no? Same as always, right?" It was almost comical how often they found themselves in conversation about being okay but not okay and then subsequently dancing around issues. Well, save for Eamon clocking him when Derf had broken the number one cardinal rule in dealing with a fearful creature - cornering it. "But...I think...things are. Yeah." Anxiously, he scratched at the back of his hand again. He probably needed to wash his sheets or something. Must be something living in it that he had tracked in from rolling around outside and, er, not always showering before falling into bed. "You?"
There was something going on.
Just looking at Derf he seemed so... not himself. Come to think of it though, it had been a while since Derf actually gave Eamon the impression that he did feel like himself. They were what, 9(?), 10(?), when they'd met initially but things had changed, twisted, and they certainly weren't those kids anymore. But it seemed like most of their talks lately were serious and... troubled. Which was kind of heartbreaking for this kid.
"I guess... yeah but... I dunno...." He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at the other boy. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Have they actually properly talked about anything in a while? He couldn't remember.
And as for him? "Oh... uh... Yeah?" No. Not exactly. "I mean... it's a lot of stuff I guess."
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Amelia was having a moment of nostalgia as she passed by the trophy room on the way to the Hospital Wing that morning. Staring at the trophies encased within the glass, she sighed wistfully, easily finding her own name and then others near her plaque that she recognized. Savannah Mae, Seth Paton, Vanessa Corbette, Leonardo Moretti, Evan Cassels, Molly Woodrow, Jack Langley, Rapunzel Black, Kaika Lockhart. Some of whom she had kept in touch with and knew their children well, others she wondered what had become of them.
Like Evan and Molly and Jack. Captains she had played under and alongside. Were they still playing quidditch? Probably not, they were around her age, but had they even gone onto professional quidditch?
And then there were more recent plaques such as Savannah's daughter by the Slytherin plaques and Vanessa's daughter by the Hufflepuff plaque and Amelia couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride.
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Amelia was having a moment of nostalgia as she passed by the trophy room on the way to the Hospital Wing that morning. Staring at the trophies encased within the glass, she sighed wistfully, easily finding her own name and then others near her plaque that she recognized. Savannah Mae, Seth Paton, Vanessa Corbette, Leonardo Moretti, Evan Cassels, Molly Woodrow, Jack Langley, Rapunzel Black, Kaika Lockhart. Some of whom she had kept in touch with and knew their children well, others she wondered what had become of them.
Like Evan and Molly and Jack. Captains she had played under and alongside. Were they still playing quidditch? Probably not, they were around her age, but had they even gone onto professional quidditch?
And then there were more recent plaques such as Savannah's daughter by the Slytherin plaques and Vanessa's daughter by the Hufflepuff plaque and Amelia couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride.
Dorian knew that his father's name was on one of the student leaders trophies but it had been five years now since he had found the trophy in his first year and he was still impressed by it. Completely unaware of another presence in the room, the Ravenclaw walked from case to case, reading the names written on them. Some names sparked a faint recognition in him, perhaps from his father's stories at school but a lot were just faceless names to him.
He let out a sigh as he found his father's trophy among the Slytherin Leaders and he wished that his own trophy would be there somewhere. He had high doubts about that though, he was no leader and he knew that. Scratching his head causing his washed hair to stick out a bit, Dorian moved on to the next case when he realised that he was not alone.
Spotting the Healer and Flying instructor, the fifteen year old looked over to see what she was looking at and spotted the quidditch trophies. "Are you on one of those trophies?" he asked. He'd be dissapointed if a flying instructor didn't have at least one quidditch trophy.
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi
Dorian knew that his father's name was on one of the student leaders trophies but it had been five years now since he had found the trophy in his first year and he was still impressed by it. Completely unaware of another presence in the room, the Ravenclaw walked from case to case, reading the names written on them. Some names sparked a faint recognition in him, perhaps from his father's stories at school but a lot were just faceless names to him.
He let out a sigh as he found his father's trophy among the Slytherin Leaders and he wished that his own trophy would be there somewhere. He had high doubts about that though, he was no leader and he knew that. Scratching his head causing his washed hair to stick out a bit, Dorian moved on to the next case when he realised that he was not alone.
Spotting the Healer and Flying instructor, the fifteen year old looked over to see what she was looking at and spotted the quidditch trophies. "Are you on one of those trophies?" he asked. He'd be dissapointed if a flying instructor didn't have at least one quidditch trophy.
So Amelia hadn't realized she had company in the trophy room as she'd been lost in nostalgic feelings until she heard someone speaking to her. She turned to face the young Ravenclaw and nodded, a small smile crossing her features.
"I am indeed." She grinned and pointed out her maiden name on two of them, one for Prefect and one Captain. "I was prefect in my fifth and sixth years, before moving onto captain in my seventh year. Which was quite the interesting year," she sighed reflecting back onto the dynamics of having to communicate to the boys about quidditch. "What about you? Any names you recognize here?"
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___________________You should take your littlefinger and just point it in the mirror. ________________________________________Baby, maybe you're the problem✯
A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
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So Amelia hadn't realized she had company in the trophy room as she'd been lost in nostalgic feelings until she heard someone speaking to her. She turned to face the young Ravenclaw and nodded, a small smile crossing her features.
"I am indeed." She grinned and pointed out her maiden name on two of them, one for Prefect and one Captain. "I was prefect in my fifth and sixth years, before moving onto captain in my seventh year. Which was quite the interesting year," she sighed reflecting back onto the dynamics of having to communicate to the boys about quidditch. "What about you? Any names you recognize here?"
Dorian turned his head to look at the trophy she was pointing at. Rose it said as her last name and he was about to question if she wasn't just randomly pointing out a trophy for they all called her Nurse or Professor Adara now when he realised that she might have gotten married and had chosen her partner's name. "You were in Hufflepuff" he said instead and it wasn't a question but a statement. "Did you continue playing Quidditch after graduating?"
He looked around for a moment before he saw the green badge with his father's name on it. "My dad was Prefect for Slytherin House during his sixth and seventh year" he said as he pointed in the direction of the trophy. "And i recognize a few names from my father's stories as well as the leaders and captains from the last five years of course" he turned back around. "It would be cool to have your name on one of these trophies" he said. "I hope mine will be on one, one day" he doubted it though. Unless there was an award for 'Loving studying and still getting avarage grades' .Then he'd get one.
"A lot of stuff are dissapearing these days" he said as he looked around the room and at the many trophy cases. "I overheard Jackson telling the Headmaster that the books from the study hall are all gone" like poof! "I hope nothing happens to the trophies" because they were someones hard work and achievements.
YesJess! | Captain Goggles | Mama Badger | Eva's Soul Sister | An OG™ | It's all in the Numbers
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi
Dorian turned his head to look at the trophy she was pointing at. Rose it said as her last name and he was about to question if she wasn't just randomly pointing out a trophy for they all called her Nurse or Professor Adara now when he realised that she might have gotten married and had chosen her partner's name. "You were in Hufflepuff" he said instead and it wasn't a question but a statement. "Did you continue playing Quidditch after graduating?"
He looked around for a moment before he saw the green badge with his father's name on it. "My dad was Prefect for Slytherin House during his sixth and seventh year" he said as he pointed in the direction of the trophy. "And i recognize a few names from my father's stories as well as the leaders and captains from the last five years of course" he turned back around. "It would be cool to have your name on one of these trophies" he said. "I hope mine will be on one, one day" he doubted it though. Unless there was an award for 'Loving studying and still getting avarage grades' .Then he'd get one.
"A lot of stuff are dissapearing these days" he said as he looked around the room and at the many trophy cases. "I overheard Jackson telling the Headmaster that the books from the study hall are all gone" like poof! "I hope nothing happens to the trophies" because they were someones hard work and achievements.
Noticing the confusion on his face, she glanced back at the trophy but then he asked a different question. "I was. There are times that I think I was maybe somewhat of a Gryffindor, but I would definitely say I bleed yellow and black," she mused. "I did. Three years as chaser for the Ballycastle Bats, before settling into married life, having kids, attending healer school. And then worked as a sports healer for the Pride of Portree for the next two decades." Merlin, that sounded like a long time, when she thought about it.
Glancing at the trophy he pointed at, she squinted and shook her head. "I think he was after my time. Maybe Chloe, my eldest daughter knew him but she was in Gryffindor." She didn't really talk about too many slytherin friends except some Wisteria boy and Grace, but well, it was ten years since she graduated too. "I suppose it's nice to be forever having your name etched into a trophy, but even if you don't, well, it's not a bad thing either. Just enjoying every moment, the good and the bad, savoring it, making mistakes and memories, is far more important."
Was that another random statement? She looked at him confused. "I think I maybe heard that. I hope it's just some practical joke by Peeves, but well, guess vigilance is best practice."
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