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 Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:15 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:04 pm
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ℒεηησ✗ gαℓvαηι, Fιяsт Yεαяxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx -Hufflepuff-
mood ► Famished.
thought ► Oh, someone's talking to me...
location ► Hufflepuff table
Whilst attending to his delicious delusions, a voice broke out to speak to him. The table had gone so quiet in it's cheering that it was only the murmur of the students that kept the table alive. Soon he watched the sorting come to a close. That was it? He was the only first year to be sorted into Hufflepuff? Lennox couldn't make out if that was a good thing or bad thing. He resolved to take it as a good thing, even though the back of his mind lingered onto it's trecherous reasons why he would end up sleeping in a room by himself.
That part didn't bother him as much. He did sleep in his own bedroom back home. But then again, all the other first years had someone they could talk too on late nights. Meanwhile, Lennox had no one. The thought made him crestfallen as he peered to look at all the students talking oh so merrily to one another. Lennox wished he could join them. He was a real loud one when he was with people he knew. But here, there wasn't anyone that he knew, no one to ease the tension.
Just then, he realized that the girl who had welcomed someone was talking to him. "Oh hello, I'm Lennox. Thank you." He choked out, barely hearing even his own voice. Speak up! His mind ranted but his mouth already opened. The words were spoken and it was done. Now all he had to do was wait for her to lose interest or perhaps ask for him to speak louder.
His head lowered down to look at the empty plate once more. Now that sorting was over, surely food would come? If food didn't arrive soon, he would have to resort to that nasty pumpkin juice he had taken a dislike to. Maybe if he drank it all in one gulp, the sweetness wouldn't be so bad. Lennox went with his gut, rather more his stomach, and drank one large gulp of the pumpkin juice. It turned our horribly, the taste lasting in his mouth now more than ever. He smacked his lips and instantly regretted the decision that he had made. No more pumpkin juice tonight.
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work it harder • make it better
do it faster • make us stronger |
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 10:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 7:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:14 pm
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ℒεηησ✗ gαℓvαηι, Fιяsт Yεαяxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx -Hufflepuff-
mood ► Curious.
thought ► What could she be talking about?
location ► Hufflepuff table
The boy looked up from his post and forced a small smile. Let's hope she's right for Lennox's state. He wasn't a conversation starter nor a friend getter. It was rare for him to start talking to people out of the blue that he didn't know. It just wasn't in his nature. He just let the friendly people come to him. It was much less complicated to know who was easier to acquiant with and who to stay clear from.
Lennox could care less on those that didn't care about. Actually no. That's a big fat lie. He wanted to be friends with everybody. People who were popular. People who had friends themselves. He had an absolute curiousity about other people. What would they do in his shoes? Would they laugh, cry, say something similar to him? Hey look, that person is almost exactly like me, why does he have more friends? Those kinds of things.
It tore his little brain around, ripping out ideas and thoughts one by one. At his muggle school, he would have little goals for himself. People, more so. The goal was to, by the end of the year, he had to befriend a certain person, be their right hand man. Know their deepest darkest secrets and basically inseperable with that person. Usually someone with a somewhat high status in the food chain. For a majority of the time, he proved himself successful, gaining the trust of the said subject. However by the new year, he would have a new one. New target. Subject. A new goal.
It was hard for him to maintain the same circle of friends because of that. New sets of people every year. Never enough long time memories with someone to reminisce the past with. It saddened him deeply. Lennox loved all of his friends. It was there was just something in him that told him to move on. As if he was searching for the 'right' person or group to be with.
When things come close to that point, his family ends up moving creating a bigger gap to fill when going to a new school. These were people that have been classmates since they were little kids and here he is, dropped into their social group. He had no bitter feelings on his parents. It wasn't their fault. But it did make him miss all the people he had befriended, making it much harder to make new ones. He was always living in the past. His head filled with previous conversations. Running over and over like a broken record.
What could he have said differently? Perhaps if he said this maybe that wouldn't havee happened? His lack of initiative has made him always thinking of the possible scenarios. The possibilties. Could haves and could bees.
Lennox looked at Ryn quizzically. House team? What on earth was she talking about? "Sorry? Join what exactly?" He asked, hoping not to seem rude. Was there some sport that Hogwarts offered? Football? Lacrosse? Handball? Or perhaps another type of game that wizards themselves invented? Whatever it was, Lennox had no inkling of what she was talking about. It made him feel small and deprived.
She was talking in such a nonchalant fashion making it seem like the topic was something known by everybody. Except it wasn't. Not to Lennox anyway. He couldn't help but continue his glaze as he waited for a reply. Somewhat of a blank stare more like it. But he couldn't help it, he was intrigued now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 11:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:45 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 9:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 11:00 am
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  The sun was hardly visible on the ceiling above as Bailey trekked across the marble floor, settling comfortably at the end of the Hufflepuff table. She hadn't enjoyed an appropriate-sized breakfast for over a week, and the stress of taking O.W.L.s was finally catching up to her. She piled her silver platter high with bacon, eggs, and a large Belgian waffle, filling her goblet with milk while paying little attention to her surroundings.
Around the same time that her goblin-crafted fork punctured the yoke of her over-easy eggs, a small roll of parchment landed softly on the table to her left. Assuming it was meant for someone else, she glanced around, but only three other people had joined her at the table so far, all of which were at the other end. Her eyes shot to the air above her, where a multi-colored hawk hovered for several seconds before soaring in the opposite direction. Confused and disoriented, Bailey unraveled the string of leather that tied the parchment together, then flattened the paper against the table as she began to read. Bails,
The usual spot at midnight.
Wear your serious face and a
determined head on your shoulders.
Tonight's the night.
BrayThe collection of words undoubtedly belonged to her Uncle Braylon, but the excitement that ran through her veins was unfamiliar to her. She had always perked up a bit at the thought of practicing to become an animagus, but this thrill was much different. Tonight was not practice, it was the real thing. She had failed to reach her goal every Tuesday, managing little more than a painful tail. This week however, she was being given an extra opportunity, and after her long review of the necessary chapters, Bailey knew that she had to take advantage of this and hopefully make future practices unnecessary.
Pocketing the letter, she shoveled a large scoop of eggs and waffle into her mouth, then grabbed a crispy piece of bacon and her book bag before heading upstairs to her first class of the day. The question of why her uncle had not sent Pickwick, the family owl, nagged at the edge of her brain for a majority of the day, but she finally convinced herself that Braylon must have invested in another unusual pet, an act that certainly wouldn't surprise her.  |
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:33 pm
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 • ＭＡＧＩＣ ＩＳ ＭＹ ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨ • ＰＯＷＥＲ ＩＳ ＭＹ ＷＥＡＫＮＥＳＳ • Bailey slipped through the enormous doors to the great hall, which were being held open by magic. Her fingers were still intertwined with Nevin's, the main source of the glowing smile she wore so publicly. She kept her still broken wrist in its sling and close to her body as they shoved through mingling students and took their seats at the Hufflepuff table. She noticed there were still plenty of open seats, though there was now a steady flow of students making their way into the hall. She laughed to herself as she compared them to a stampede of wild animals.
The sorting ceremony was always the best of the year. There was food, new acquaintances, and the enjoyable feeling of actually wanting to go to class. This year, the yearning for Hogwarts felt so much stronger to Bailey, likely because of her unsatisfactory summer. It wasn't that it had been uneventful, but too eventful, rather.
Brushing off the train wreck of negative thoughts that were fighting to overpower her good mood, the sixth year turned her attention to the new students awaiting the wrath of the sorting hat. She sifted through the unorganized line of first years, some shaking with visible nerves, while others stood tall and adverse to defeat. She picked through each of them, trying to mentally guess at which ones would join their table. She was rather surprised when the very first girl had been dubbed a Hufflepuff - her guess had been a Ravenclaw. After she had finished with her bets, she leaned back a bit and let her shoulders slouch, watching intently to see how many she could guess correctly. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:55 pm
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 • ＭＡＧＩＣ ＩＳ ＭＹ ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨ • ＰＯＷＥＲ ＩＳ ＭＹ ＷＥＡＫＮＥＳＳ •When Nevin pointed out his father sitting at the staff table, Bailey's eyes followed his finger quickly, but she didn't have to search long to spot him. There were faint similarities between the two, and her first impression of him was rather pleasant. He looked friendly, but he very possibly possessed a strict side for teaching. She smiled thoughtfully before turning to Nevin. "Professor Asphodel." She spoke in an almost elderly, but respectful voice. "That'll be you some day, Nev. Care of Magical Creatures teacher." Though the last half of her sentence was spoken in a lightly teasing tone, she meant every word that she said.
She thought back to when she had first met Nevin - he was so interested in magical creatures. She figured it might have just been a phase of his life, but it most certainly had not worn off. He was great with animals, and she could easily see him teaching children their age ten years from now - or maybe less. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:55 pm
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