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Jul 28, 2008 15:01:13 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 28, 2008 15:01:13 GMT -5
Henry smiled apologetically, and looked around for the stair down, though he might as well jumped out the window to get his glasses for all the good it did; He couldn't see anything in more detail than blurs of colors. After a few moments squinting, he spotted an area on the floor that appeared darker than the rest, and walked over to it, cautiously testing the solidity of the floor; His foot fell about a foot and a half and landed on the next step down. More confident now he found the stairs, he looked back at the girl named Felicity and smiled nervously before continuing down the flight.
"I don't know if this could get any worse." Henry mumbled quietly, stepping down each step uncertainly, one hand on the wall to guide his way, and then a small and rather annoying voice called forth from the depths of his thoughts...
And here I thought you were one of those people who weren't stupid enough to jinx himself.
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Jul 28, 2008 23:22:37 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 28, 2008 23:22:37 GMT -5
Watching as he fumbled toward the stairwell, Felicity cautiously followed behind, not too close, but not too far either. What she wanted was to make sure he didn't tumble while fumbling, but at the same time she knew it was her job to make sure nothing happened to him, he was technically her charge. What fun it was to be a Prefect. Curse Raynor for her decision in forcing such a horrible position upon the young blonde.
Henry went painstakingly slow down the stairs and Felicity finally couldn't stand it anymore. He was still fumbling and while she found it funny he seemed to be so blind without his glasses, she had too much of a heart to watch him struggle for much longer. Instead Felicity picked up her own pace to be at his side and reached out to gently take his hand so she could guide him down the stairs better.
"Come on, it'll be easier if you rely on me over the wall to get you down, wouldn't want you touching a painting and having it's occupant get mad at you." The lioness still found it intriguing the portraits could move and speak just like humans, it was so odd to her, but she was slowly becoming used to it, especially of the pictures she had of herself and Drew that moved. Those she loved, even if she liked her black and white stand-stills better.
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Jul 29, 2008 3:13:14 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 29, 2008 3:13:14 GMT -5
"Come on, it'll be easier if you rely on me over the wall to get you down, wouldn't want you touching a painting and having it's occupant get mad at you."
"Too true." said Henry with a small laugh, following her lead as she took his and and began to guide him down the stairs. It took several minutes to get down to the seventh floor by way of the tower staircase, and it wasn't until they were almost to the stair leading down to the sixth that Henry spoke again.
"So what year are you in?" Henry thought he recognized her name, but couldn't place it; He was far better with faces. Hjort...Felicity Hjort... he thought with determination ...I KNOW that name, how do I know that name? Taking only a moment to curse his self inflicted distancing from his fellow students, Henry awaited the answer to his question.
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Jul 30, 2008 0:15:28 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 30, 2008 0:15:28 GMT -5
The going was slow, but nothing Felicity minded terribly. As there was nothing for her to do, she had no problem really helping him, but she wouldn't have minded spending time otherwise with others. Though, she liked helping people and all, she was more likely to be shy to those she didn't know since the events that took place last January. Carefully stepping down the steps just a half a step ahead of Henry, Felicity kept a peeled eye out for missing stairs as they had a tendency to trip her up.
"Sixth," she answered quickly, without much thought. One more year to go before she could go to Kenya and work for a couple of years, then she and Drew were going to talk. Honestly, Felicity couldn't wait for that day, couldn't wait to be able to speak with Drew and decide what they wanted to do for the best of their lives. In her opinion she knew she would want to be with Drew, no matter the circumstances, if he still loved her then she was his and would always be.
"What about you? What year are you in?" And why was he so familiar looking?
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Jul 30, 2008 2:29:06 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 30, 2008 2:29:06 GMT -5
"Sixth as well." said Henry, his left heel almost slipping on the edge of a stair, he could tell by the blurred movement below that they were nearing the sixth floor "Transferred from Salem Magical Institute at the beginning of my third year."
Henry continued to cautiously move down the steps, completely unaware of the stares they were drawing from passing students who couldn't quite seem to comprehend what they were seeing. He struggled down the last few steps and and found the mercifully even stone of the sixth floor. His one saving grace in this situation was that he remembered how to make his way down to the ground floor off the top of his head, but less predictable obstacles such as students, teachers, open doors, and vanishing steps (among other things) could have defeated him without a companion to warn him.
"So what house are you in?" asked Henry as they once again made it to the head of a staircase, this time, the one leading to the fifth floor, and began to climb down.
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Aug 5, 2008 0:02:45 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 5, 2008 0:02:45 GMT -5
Turning to look at him, Felicity could hardly believe he was in the same year as her. Thinking about all of her classes, she tried to remember seeing his face in one of them, but she couldn't. In the last almost two years that she'd been at Hogwarts, she could not remember seeing Henry in any of them. Maybe she was much too involved with her own group of friends to bother with looking at anyone else? That was something she would have to stop doing.
And while she had no idea what school he was talking about, she nodded anyway. The passing eyes from others didn't bother Felicity in the least, even if some started whispering when they saw her hand attached to the other boy's. Drew wouldn't mind, she knew he wouldn't, not when she was only trying to help. His slow pace and slight stumbling didn't bother her either, in fact, she thought it rather funny, even if it really wasn't.
"Gryffindor," Felicity answered with pride. No, she still didn't understand why she was in that house, considering all past, but she tried not to be too concerned about it. What mattered was that she kept her grades up, that was most important currently so she could work with creatures after Hogwarts. "And I know you're in Gryffindor as well; I've seen you in the common room. But I didn't realize you were in my classes, too."
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Aug 5, 2008 1:04:29 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 5, 2008 1:04:29 GMT -5
"Gryffindor?" said Henry, a sudden flash, an image of blond shot across his mind's eye, and faded quickly. Though he had no idea to what this momentary vision referred to, it filled him with a kind of foreboding feeling, as though he had walked in on a sleeping dragon. "I must have missed you in the common room...I confess that I don't socialize with my house-mates quite as much as I think I probably should."
They walked through the fifth and fourth floors in relative silence, then as they turned onto the stair to the third floor, Henry broke the silence.
"You know...I need to get to know my fellow house-mates."
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Aug 7, 2008 11:55:41 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 7, 2008 11:55:41 GMT -5
"Uh huh," Felicity hummed. "And I don't socialize with everyone like I should," she continued with a short laugh. When she came to Hogwarts the year before, she knew she was a lot more likely to run up to random people and do whatever, basically gain their attention, but ever since the previous January she kept closer to those she all ready knew; but sometimes she managed to meet and make friends with others. After all, she hadn't known Connor any before January and now she considered him to be one of rather good friends.
The silence was nearly unbearable as they continued their trek and Felicity was about ready to say something when Henry spoke.
"I don't know many of the Gryffindors either," she admitted honestly. She knew Tristan and the others on the Gryffindor House Quidditch team, but she didn't know anyone else, especially now that Jethro was gone. "But, we could both get a start?" she said somewhat timidly. If they both needed to get to know more Gryffindors, it was a start to get to know each other, wasn't it?
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Aug 8, 2008 15:51:36 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 8, 2008 15:51:36 GMT -5
"That we could." said Henry, nodding his approval "I've only met...let's see...Anna, Tristan, and I met one girl named Sophia at the Gryffindor party, but I didn't get time to speak to her...Uh...Well, there's Eaden, of course, but I've known her for years and years...And then you, of course...That's pretty much it...from Gryffindor anyways."
Henry struggled down the stairs toward the third floor as he spoke, as he busied himself pulling his foot out of one of the trick stairs that he had forgotten about in his preoccupation, he continued.
"I've been here...Oh...four years almost. Came here from Salem, like I said; My dad had to come and work in Oxford, he runs a arms and armor factory out of there for an American company called KevlaCorp."
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Aug 10, 2008 1:20:35 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 10, 2008 1:20:35 GMT -5
Listening to the boy go on, Felicity made note of the names he mentioned. They were familiar, because she was supposed to know who was in her House...at least somewhat, but she didn't know two people he made mention of.
"I don't know who Sophia or Eaden are," she stated sadly. Actually, she couldn't even recall their faces to mind. "But I do know Tristan and Anna." Then again, Tristan was her fellow Prefect and Anna her Quidditch Captain, so she should really know them. And on top of knowing them, the blonde liked them as well.
"You're from America?" she asked, turning her head sharply at the information. It still surprised her to hear how many students were not really from the UK, and just like her boyfriend, this boy was from the same place. Well, kind of...
"I only just started last year, before then my mum taught me." Unable to afford the foot the bill due to the number of personal things going on in their lives, the Hjort's opted to keep Felicity close to home, where she could be watched and continue her muggle schooling as well as learn from her mum. "I'm from London."
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Aug 10, 2008 3:45:48 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 10, 2008 3:45:48 GMT -5
"You're from America?...I only just started last year, before then my mum taught me...I'm from London."
"Oh yes, don't let the accent fool you." said Henry; He had always had an English accent to match the best of them. His mother hailed from Cambridge, and because Henry had spent the majority of his time as a toddler with his mother, her accent had rubbed off on him, and had stuck ever since, although, when he wanted too, he could make his voice take on a perfect American accent; His father was, after all, American, and Henry had spent the majority of his life there. "I'm actually from Seattle...that's in Washington State."
He paused for a moment as they stepped down into a second floor corridor; He missed Seattle, and he couldn't lie to himself on that count. He plunged his memory of the castle's layout, and turned left accordingly, heading for the stair that would take them down onto the first floor, and from there out into the grounds where he would finally be able to retrieve his spectacles.
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Aug 13, 2008 19:43:24 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 13, 2008 19:43:24 GMT -5
Laughing heartily when he told her not to let his accent fool her, she grinned at him, not sure if he could see it or not as he seemed to be so blind without the glasses perched on his nose. However, when he told her where he lived, she paused a moment to think and try to remember where that state was in relation to California. Her research on the United States of America had paid off on a few occasions so she wasn't completely at a loss when Drew spoke of this or that, but she wasn't entirely sure of the location of which Henry spoke.
"Is that on the West coast?" she asked curiously. "Near California? Because that's where my boyfriend is from, California, he goes here to Hogwarts as well. His family partially lives in the London area, and the rest back near his home."
As he led her more than she him, Felicity wondered if he knew any of the others that were from the states, like Keagan had been, the year previous' Quidditch Captain and Head Girl, or a number of other students who weren't from the U.K. at all.
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Aug 13, 2008 23:18:39 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 13, 2008 23:18:39 GMT -5
"Yeah..." said Henry with a slight nod after pausing briefly to think "...fairly close, bit north, but fairly close considering."
Henry walked down yet another flight of stairs with Felicity at his side. They were getting quite close now, and it wouldn't take much longer to get out, and get those glasses. They stepped down onto the first floor and turned; They would be able to catch a stair directly down into the courtyard from here, and then through the grounds pretty easily. As they walked, Henry continued...
"My grandfather used to live in London. Course, he had houses everywhere, never could quite work out why, he never really traveled see." He compiled the list in his head "New York, London, Moscow, Tokyo, Las Angeles, Paris...He had houses everywhere. Never used more than two of them in his life, I don't think; The one in New York is where he raised my dad and uncles, and the one in London is the one he stayed in till just before he died."
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Aug 21, 2008 23:37:57 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 21, 2008 23:37:57 GMT -5
The bit of news made her excited to learn it was out near where Drew lived. While she hadn't ever done much of it, Felicity loved to travel, and though she hadn't ever been out of the U.K. area before, she was thinking seriously about applying to the Kenya Institute of Research. Kenya was so far from anywhere she'd ever traveled before, but it was what she wanted. One of the biggest drawbacks was that Drew wouldn't be right there, however they had figured it out, or as much of it as was possible was figured out.
They were making pretty good time despite the fact Henry was nearly blind, but they hadn't had any huge mishaps so she was glad of that. As he continued talking, Felicity thought it was ridiculous to have that many houses, especially when there were so many without homes that she had heard of before. Unless someone allowed others to live in that house if they weren't going to use it, but she still didn't like the sound of someone owning so many to themselves.
"If he wasn't living in them, who did?" she asked abruptly, more than curious about it.
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Aug 23, 2008 2:32:19 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 23, 2008 2:32:19 GMT -5
"Nobody I suppose..." said Henry without a great deal of certainty; He had only ever been to Mt. Hargrove and Northwall, and neither had ever had anyone but the family and butler living within their walls.
His grandfather had always been a bit...well...eccentric; A genius, to be sure, but eccentric. In his old age, John Lordings had purchased many residences in many countries. Some, like Northwall, had a legitimate explanation for his owning them; He had been a guest speaker at universities for years, and owned residences near those colleges he frequented. As one of the chief among his most frequented schools was Oxford, he had made sure to have some kind of residences nearby. Henry knew there were many more dotted across several countries, but couldn't imagine that his grandfather had ever made use of more than a few of them.
The only reasonable explanation for this was possibly the historical significance of some of the old manors; His grandfather being a devoted historian and professor on the subject might have bought several of the places simply to protect them. It seemed the kind of thing he would do, though Henry didn't know why he would go out of his way for some of them. One of the manors, a particularly ancient one in the countryside of France called Lord's Cross Manor didn't, as far as he knew, have any historical value whatsoever unless you counted the fact it was old in the extreme.
"...Suppose he just liked having places he could go if he got bored..." Henry continued as they walked around the facade of the castle toward the spot where the spectacles had fallen.
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