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Aug 27, 2008 23:14:36 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 27, 2008 23:14:36 GMT -5
Frowning at the answer she received, Felicity made a face, hoping Henry wasn't close enough to see it properly. That was a waste of space in her opinion, if no one was living in them, what was the point of so many places? The least he could've done was rented or leased out to others while he wasn't in them. Surely he couldn't have lived in all of them at the same time, at some point during the year. That would just be downright ridiculous.
"You can go places without having to own a home that no one lives in during the times you're not visiting," the blonde felt the need to point out. "I don't mean to disrespect your grandfather any, but those homes could've gone to others who needed them."
As they rounded the corner, Felicity hoped they were heading the correct direction of where his glasses had dropped from. On the ground the towers looked completely different from in the towers and she hadn't the faintest clue where to find the glasses.
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Aug 30, 2008 1:14:47 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 30, 2008 1:14:47 GMT -5
"You aren't the first one to point that out." said Henry with a chuckle; He had long wondered what the point of having so many properties was. His grandfather hadn't rented them out ever, and so hadn't been making money on them, in fact, he lost money on them, as he kept a small staff at each one. He rarely stayed in any of them, and so that purpose was cast down. Henry's Uncle James had commended his grandfather for his noble preservation of pieces of history, but these comments had always met with the scoffs of John Lordings. There was no doubt in Henry's mind that they had a purpose, but what that purpose was, his grandfather had never told.
"No, members of my family have criticized him for years for it." said Henry with a thoughtful look "He was an odd one, but we loved him all the same, myself included."
He wouldn't have dared to compare hid loss to that of, say, his grandmother, or his father and uncles, but he was quite sure that he, at least, felt the loss deeper than any of his cousins, perhaps more than Peter even. The fact did stand strong, however, that, though his family did have money to their name, and they were free with it in good causes, they had never done something so wasteful as purchase homes that could have been put to proper use. Henry certainly couldn't have allowed himself to do it without very good cause, very good cause indeed.
Just as he thought these last points, however, he heard a definite crunch beneath his shoes, and stepped back, the better to look at what he had trod one. He had thought it was glass by the grinding quality of the crunch, but that was absurd, why would there be glass down here?...
And then he remembered why he had been walking through the castle with this girl. In his preoccupation with the conversation, he had nearly forgotten the meaning of their quest. Sure enough, upon properly examining the floor in the region where he had heard the crunch, he saw the blurred outline of what appeared to be spectacle frames. It took him all of a second to crouch down next to the ruined specs, draw out his wand, mutter a few well chosen words, and tuck the wand away again.
He picked up the newly mended glasses, put them on, pushed them up the bridge of his nose with the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and turn, with a smile, to face Felicity, only to feel the smile slide right back off of his face. He hadn't recognized her name when he had been told it, or her voice when he had heard it, for he rarely had dealings with her, but her face was, to Henry, horribly familiar. He had just dragged none other than the Gryffindor Prefect through the school to fetch his glasses.
Not for the first time, and he was sure, not for the last time, Henry felt himself go red with surprise and shock, and once more he felt he would soon be able to replace the Gryffindor banner. Henry wanted to say something normal, like the sudden revelation that his guide was, in fact, a Gryffindor prefect wasn't at all shocking him, but all that managed to make it's way to the surface was...
"Y-You're a prefect?" through a gulp.
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Sept 7, 2008 14:59:41 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Sept 7, 2008 14:59:41 GMT -5
Nodding her head absentmindedly, Felicity couldn't help but think of hwo many could have used a home that wasn't being used in the first place, though she also had to remind herself that if he didn't own them, then someone else just like him might've owned the homes themselves. It just bothered the blonde that there were so many people without a home and yet someone could own so many and hardly use them, what was the point? Wasn't the point of a home for someone to have shelter over their heads?
However, she was drawn from her own thoughts when she, too, heard the crunch of something breaking. Casting a look down, she saw a pair of what were glasses and turned to give an apologetic look to the boy she was walking with. While she didn't know of they were his, it was doubtful another pair of glasses were randomly sitting on the ground for no reason.
But he fixed his glasses easily, though she froze when a wand was brandished.
"Yes?" she answered, not removing her eyes from where he'd tucked away his wand. In the back of her mind she knew he had to have had it, but she didn't like it any.
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