Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Nov 22, 2008 12:48:32 GMT -5
' Connor... I don't mean to question Professor Griffiths ways, but... ' The Slytherin nodded his head, he understood what she was trying to say even if she didn't really want to say it. " I know, but I think for now it's best that we just roll with it and not give any trouble. " They had had their fair dose of trouble last year. " Why don't we just... have a seat for now and see what we're to do? " He indicated to a couple of seats off to the side of where they were currently standing.
As they moved over to the place he had been talking about, Connor made a slight detour and walked to the front of the room, grabbing two journals and returning back to Celina's side. " So I take it we're having another year with the journals again. " He offered a light smile as he handed the journal to her. Connor was trying his best to be on good behavior, but it was proving slightly difficult when it didn't feel as if the teacher had any control over the classroom.
" This should be fun. " He joked, sitting down at a desk and opened his journal, neatly writing his name on the first page.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Nov 28, 2008 23:36:48 GMT -5
Comfortable? The only way Jeremy was sure he'd be comfortable would be if the man left him alone to read his book by himself. He was especially uncomfortable with the apparition that came out of the journal. With a slight feeling of panic, he looked again for the door; one, wondering if Brenton would come and save him, and two, wishing he was a fast enough runner to just bolt out of the classroom.
Jeremy eyed the young figure, not exactly sure how to respond. He didn't know any ghosts who lived in books, so he didn't think he had to use proper manners. Even if it had been a ghost, he wouldn't have liked to talk to it. Ghosts had that creepy way of walking through things.
One more attempt at being left alone and he looked over at the man just wishing to be left alone. "Please? Can I just read my book?" he pleaded softly, hoping Prince Gerbil or whoever he was would just go away.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Nov 30, 2008 18:22:36 GMT -5
Xander shook his head and sighed, then he stood up and flicked his wand, returning the boy and every other druid in the room back to their books. He looked at his watch and changed the room back, then he walked to his desk. "Class dismissed." he said, packing up his things and not even glancing at his students.
((let's just pretend we finished the class, it's inactive so I'm ending it))
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Dec 7, 2008 18:37:02 GMT -5
Thank Merlin, he was free. The man gave up on him again, as Jeremy had been sure he would, and as he moved to the front of the room, the Ravenclaw waited expectantly, wondering... hoping... that the man would not come back. Even better, Griffiths ended the whole class, returning everything back to the way it was. Jeremy hurriedly shoved his belongings into his backpack and quickly made his way to the door, hoping to escape before it was too late.
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Isabella Huntington
Gryffindor
Second Year
The forest out there is forbidden? ...Let's go!
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Post by Isabella Huntington on Dec 7, 2008 19:41:36 GMT -5
"Bloody hell, I'm going to be so late!" a distraught Izzy Huntington whined as she raced down the first floor corridor, slipping and sliding as she went. For a day that had started out so wonderfully, it had sure gone to hell quickly, all thanks to Hogwarts' pesky poltergeist, Peeves. Not wanting to be late for her first History of Magic class of the year, the young lioness had started her journey to the first floor classroom with quite a bit of time to spare, hoping to get there early. However, just as she had reached the landing of the third floor, a large water balloon exploded right on her head. A high-pitched cackling had soon followed, confirming the red head's suspicion that he had, in fact, been Peeves, that damned poltergeist.
Izzy barely had enough time to jump out of the way as the troublemaker released another one, and then began a chase as Izzy raced from floor to floor, dodging the various water balloons the poltergeist hurled at her. It had taken quite a bit of time, but the Gryffindor was finally able to shake him off and she hid in an abandoned classroom until she was sure he was gone.
It was only after the second year had heard a couple of students giggling excitedly about how they had just about gotten away with skipping class did the soaking wet Izzy emerge from her hiding spot and start a mad dash toward the History of Magic classroom, sliding across the floors on her wet robes as she went. She continued to slip and slide all the way into the History of Magic classroom, until she slammed right into a student on his way out, when she came to an abrupt stop and fell to the ground, taking the student draped in blue with her.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Dec 7, 2008 23:35:33 GMT -5
Just as Jeremy thought that he was going to make a clean escape, his standard brand of luck decided to show itself again. As he bolted through the door, he collided with another, tumbling to the ground and spilling both of their school things. If there was any good part, it was that the landing itself wasn't so terrible. Wet, but kind of soft.
When he realized exactly who he had run into, his big blue eyes grew in horror. It was Isabella, the second year Gryffindor whose hair reminded him of the fiery sunsets over the Pacific Ocean back home. Looking down at her, his mouth got dry and it took him a while before he got enough sense to scramble away from her.
"You're late," he growled at her as he tried to gather up his things, doing his best to ignore how pretty she looked even when she was wet and rushed. "Class is over anyway and you missed it."
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Isabella Huntington
Gryffindor
Second Year
The forest out there is forbidden? ...Let's go!
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Post by Isabella Huntington on Dec 17, 2008 16:22:05 GMT -5
Everything had happened so quickly, that it took several moments before Izzy was able to get her bearings and react to the tumble she had just taken. The initial assessment of herself was that she wasn't injured in the slightest, but that could've been incorrect, as the second year was much more focused on who she had collided with. Was it an older student? A Slytherin? Maybe the Professor? She hoped it wasn't the last, as she quite liked Professor Griffiths and didn't want to start out on poor terms with him this school year. Not to mention, she was surely at his mercy, now that she was without a doubt late to class.
Actually, as the red head focused on her surroundings, she realized that she was more than just late to class - she had missed the entire lesson! Students were filing out of the classroom, paying little attention to Izzy and Jeremy on the floor as they...
Wait.
Jeremy? That stupid Ravenclaw boy from the library last year?
Izzy's wide, brown eyes focused on none other than the third year who was now gathering his things that had spilled all over the floor when the two had collided. A variety of expressions ran across the Gryffindor's face - excitement, embarrassment, anger, uncertainty - before annoyance settled over her features. Stupid Ravenclaw had gotten in her way, was probably the reason for the scene that had just happened, and was now telling her that class is over and she missed it.
The lioness said nothing, just huffed at Jeremy, before she scrambled into a standing position. Once she was back on her own two feet, she shot the Ravenclaw a look before turning around and racing off toward the Professor, an apologetic look now on her face.
"Professor Griffiths!" Izzy said as she began sliding once again and almost crashed into the History of Magic teacher before stopping herself on a desk. "I'm so sorry I missed the class! It was just that I ran into Peeves and he had water balloons and--" The Gryffindor continued on, reliving the whole story for the Professor, hoping that maybe he'd cut her some slack. Maybe she could get a detention instead of having points taken away from her house.
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Derrick Breckenridge
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Watch Me Spin Circles As I Disappear.[on:Violently drifting][of:Drifting softly]
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Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Dec 17, 2008 17:04:16 GMT -5
Derrick closed his book with a large sigh the contained a bit of a relief and quite a large amount of disappointment. The lesson was over already which left him with a large feeling of emptiness. This was of course for the most part because he felt as if he had left a bad impression on his professor and furthermore because he hadn't really had enough time with the journal. He would study it more throughly when he was back in his room but for now he slipped it into his bag stood up and packed the rest of his things. Turning he saw a red haired girl run into the room trying to explain something to the Professor. Derrick brushed it off because it was none of his business and furthermore he wanted to get out of here listening in on other people made him feel.....awkward. What didn't make him feel awkward though? Running his hand through his hair he stepped out into the hall and bumped into Jeremy. Stepping back he looked at his classmate and rested a hand on his shoulder.
"You okay their mate you look a bit rattled?"
Derrick needed to stop calling Jeremy mate because it seemed to disturb the boy, also he wasn't exactly sure if they were even friends or not. Looking at Jeremy Derrick didn't know what to make of him. Whatever was running through his head was a mystery to Derrick and if anything he seemed to have his guard up. Feeling slightly afraid he removed his hand from Jeremy's shoulder and took a step back. He thought about leaving but decided against it because he thought it would seem rude. Granted what would he know about this he didn't posses any social graces to speak of so for now Derrick would stand his ground even if it was probably a stupid idea.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Dec 21, 2008 18:24:19 GMT -5
Isabella pushed past him and Jeremy was left staring dumbly after her, forgetting for the moment where he was and what he was in the middle of doing. It was the weight of a hand on his shoulder that got him out of his stupor and the young Ravenclaw turned to find that Huffle boy standing behind him.
"Me? Not me," he answered with a half-hearted snort, but his gaze wandered once more over to the petite Lioness with the fiery hair. He gave a small, disappointed sigh to see her talking with Griffiths. Of course the teachers would all like a nice girl like her and totally ignore a loser like him. "... nothing for me to be rattled over..."
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Derrick Breckenridge
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Watch Me Spin Circles As I Disappear.[on:Violently drifting][of:Drifting softly]
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Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Dec 21, 2008 22:35:34 GMT -5
Derrick had a strong urge to argue with the Ravenclaw but decided against it in this instance. He wasn't going to be the one to force the issue of whatever Jeremy seemed so distracted by. It was really of no consequence to him what was wrong with the boy if he didn't want to share with him what was bothering him. Something though at that moment was bothering Derrick. It was more like it was eating away at the back of his head to be a bit more accurate about the ordeal. It was a simple question what harm could it do? It was something that he just really wanted to know and since he was talking now Derrick's curious nature could not help but get the best of him. Turning to the boy he repeated the same question that he had asked him at the beginning of the class that the Professor had not allowed to be answered.
"I'm sorry but I'm still curious about this. Why do you always show up so early when you never exactly seem overly enthusiastic about the class itself?"
There Derrick had gotten that out and hopefully this time he would get an answer. The boy had no way out this time and Derrick's quest for an answer would be fulfilled finally. Shifting his weight where he stood Derrick waited patiently for an answer while he twirled his wand with the fingers of his right hand. This movement was beginning to become a habit and Derrick saw nothing wrong with it as it trained his mind on something else whether he be frustrated or waiting for something. It seemed that it was reaching the same level as his other tendencies like sighing or running his hand through his hair. Derrick didn't care as long as it helped pass the time or let out frustration and that's exactly what he was doing now. Just waiting for Jeremy's answer.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Dec 22, 2008 21:48:40 GMT -5
His gaze was still drifting towards the red-headed girl and not sure why Derrick was still talking to him. Jeremy was more interested in how long Isabella would be and if she would notice if he stalked followed her to her next class. Of course, if anyone asked, he'd claim he was tracking yetis for Davenport's class and then totally trip her as proof that he really hated her guts... and her eyes... and her hair... and the way she smelled so nice when she got close enough to sock him.
But Derrick was there and it didn't look like he was leaving anytime soon. "I don't know," he answered with a small shrug. "What else am I supposed to do?"
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Derrick Breckenridge
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Watch Me Spin Circles As I Disappear.[on:Violently drifting][of:Drifting softly]
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Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Dec 26, 2008 18:06:02 GMT -5
Derrick could tell that the boy didn't want have anything to do with at the moment now by his body language. He answered Derrick's question though and his response made Derrick chuckle. The boy had an excellent point after all Jeremy didn't seem to be a book rat like Derrick was and the boy didn't seem to be interested in socializing so what was he to do. Derrick had it not been for books would probably doing the exact same thing but then of course Derrick didn't seem to dislike the classes he was showing up early for. Derrick loved class and the learning possibility it provided.
"That's a good way to look at it suppose it's better then doing nothing and being late."
Derrick had to give Jeremy the fact that he was at least thinking ahead. Maybe he took on the ideal that if he got there soon enough it would be over quicker. Derrick though didn't understand such philosophies and it was therefore lost on him in most cases. Derrick though didn't know what to do now as he stood there awkwardly or should he wait to see if Jeremy actually wanted to talk to him. Waiting Derrick stood staring at the ceiling aimlessly.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Dec 27, 2008 0:05:46 GMT -5
Jeremy rolled his eyes and shrugged, not sure if Derrick's laugh was one of understanding or meant to make fun of him. In the end, it didn't really matter to the Ravenclaw. He was more interested in Isabella and what she was doing.
But of course, it came back to the original question and answer. He eventually had to get to class and there wasn't much else to do other than just go. Perhaps he would wait a little bit longer for Isabella though, if only so he could give her a hard time for being sopping wet. It seemed that Derrick would make a good cover for wasting time and maybe Isabella wouldn't think he was such a doofus if he actually was talking to people.
The problem was, he had no idea what to say to the Huffle.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, wondering if there was something interesting on the ceiling that everyone knew about but him. Of course, if everyone already knew about it, Derrick would probably mess with him for not knowing, but if that were the case, he'd play it off liek he had seen it a million times and now ignored it.
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Derrick Breckenridge
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Watch Me Spin Circles As I Disappear.[on:Violently drifting][of:Drifting softly]
Posts: 154
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Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Dec 27, 2008 20:25:24 GMT -5
Derrick continued to stare at the ceiling. Appreciating the subtleties and the stone work. It was something he thought most people didn't pay enough attention to about the castle. He was sure that those who had built it would enjoy knowing that someone was paying attention to their fine craftsmanship. Derrick wasn't ready to hear Jeremy's voice but surprisingly enough he heard the boy talking to him. Looking down he simply turned to Jeremy and shrugged.
"I know it sounds lame but I'm looking at the stonework. I notice stupid little details like that I guess."
It was the truth much to Derrick's dismay. He always noticed things others didn't and people either thought he was crazy or they thought he was just saying something for attention. Being quiet a majority of your life has its weak points one of which was that when you did speak people thought that you were doing so just to get attention. That always puzzled Derrick though as wasn't that what talking was for, to get someone's attention?" Maybe he was out of his mind but that's what he thought it was for. Shrugging he kicked the ground somewhat aimlessly hoping he didn't look like too much of an idiot in front of the boy.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Dec 28, 2008 21:11:36 GMT -5
Jeremy's eyes traveled from the red-headed Gryffindor up to the ceiling where Derrick was looking. He contemplated the stones for a while, not sure if he sat the same thing Derrick did.
"Probably not that stupid or small of a detail considering stone castles weren't really the norm until early in the 12th century," he stated. "At least two hundred years before this one was built. This is more typical of the masonry done in the mid-13th century. Of course, considering the founders were magical, they were probably ahead of their time when it came to architecture."
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