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Rose walked elegantly to her seat at the Hufflepuff table after she parted from her brother. She was worried for him as he never expressed his thoughts but her demeanor did not show her worry. Seeing a familiar face she made herself comfortable next to Bailey. She would miss the older girl. She had been such a wonderful influence for her during her years here. "Hello Bailey, I will miss you when you go" she admitted with a soft smile.

With soft fingers she smoothed her robe under her and adjusted herself in the seat. Her eyes then moved to look at her brother. He looked so lonely at his table without Charon there. For a brief moment her face contorted into a worried expression but she soon regained her ladylike composure and turned back to Bailey.

"What are your plans for after graduation?" she wondered," Do you and Nevin plan to do anything special" she giggled. The two were a lovely couple. She never understood why Nevin seemed so anger at her (rose) all the time. Perhaps it had to do with her brother being a Slytherin. But despite his attitude towards her she still found him to be a good man.

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Devin Cloud
First Year- Hufflepuff
"We need not look into the future, because today is what we should be worrying about"


Age:11 Height: 5' Weight: 110 lbs Birthday: 30 April

"Your welcome Bailey, it was just a little going away present for you. I really wish you luck, the journey has just begun," he said jokingly, taking a seat next to Char, who was just a little bit to the left of their team captain, on the other side of the table.

"Wait, you don't need luck. I forgot, you'll succeed anyway," he said, flashing a smile. That's when he looked at the food. It all looked so delicious, but he wanted to talk a little more, so Devin sat there playing with his food, not really hungry at all for once in his life actually. So, he decided to look around at the many happy faces, but one really stuck out to him. The girl he came to know over the year, and that was Annabelle. They had some nice times this year together. She didn't look like the happiest individual though. By her look at that moment she seemed like she was troubled, but he should not dwell on her for now. After all, this was a happy feast with some of the good friends from Hufflepuff like Charlotte, Bailey, Nevin, and of course, Ein. This was a happy time with them, and he could never been more thankful to have been accepted into this house. All the nice people around him made him feel good honestly.

He then looked to Bailey and Nevin, who were pretty much sitting across from him, just a little bit to the left. They were such a nice little couple, even though it was probably not expected because of the age difference. Even if they are only a year apart, it is a year. A year of more maturity. But...that didn't seem to hinder anything. It must be pretty nice to be like that...being able to trust your partner to be mature.

He then looked over at Char, whom he was sitting next too on the right. She was purely enjoying herself; well, it seemed as if she was. Unless, she was putting on a clever disguise. IF that were the case, which she undoubtedly wasn't, she was very good at disguises. She just seemed so happy, but she was always like that, so he really couldn't tell the difference from her demeanor now, and her demeanor before.

Suddenly, a little paper airplane came flying towards him. He caught it gently and he saw writing on it. It had to have been a note for him: because why else would a little airplane fly right into his hands? It is surely not a coincidence. He opened up the letter calmly and read its content. He laughed and looked over at Cathryn. He picked up a quill and wrote back,

You couldn't come over here to tell me this. Surely it would be a lot easier. No, I'm just kidding Cat. And sure, of course we could get together sometime over the summer. Might as well for I have nothing else to do. Not being able to use magic out of school is going to be pain, speaking that I am going home to a magical family. But alas, we can still hangout over the summer...And thank you, you're quite the wizard as well, or is it wizardress, or witch? Nevermind, it does not matter really. It was nice meeting you and I hope to hear from you soon.

Devin A. Cloud

Mood: Disappointed Class: Great Hall Relationship Status: Single

A little while after she'd wiped the tears from her face, Devin showed up. Though she was glad to see him, it was also another sad moment. She was tired of all the goodbyes, even the temporary ones. Devin, who she'd come to like quite a bit, held spot number two on her list for people she would miss the most. She winced back more tears as he sat next to her, putting on her best show of enjoyment. She didn't want to ruin this final feast for everyone, even though it was painfully difficult to maintain her composure. In an effort to brighten her mood, she took a few mouthfuls of pudding, which tasted more like brussel sprouts at the moment.

When Devin asked her how she thought her year had gone, she forced a smile. "I don't think I did great, aside from quidditch. I guess I just didn't put in enough effort. You?" Her voice wavered a little at the end of her sentence, provoking the cease in her talking. She'd never been great at talking, as she was shy and self concious, and impending goodbyes made it that much worse. An even bigger knot formed in her stomach as a red-headed first-year appeared at the table. She was pretty, just enough so that Charlotte suspected something. Though she hadn't realized it much, being only a second-year, but she did have a small crush on Devin. She didn't want to be territorial, as Devin hadn't really returned her interest and nothing was really going on, but Charlotte's mind began to swim with ridiculous thoughts. She's a first year like him, of course he'd pick her... but I've seen him with that pretty slytherin girl... oh dear, could he be a bit of a Don Juan? Of course not, what am I thinking... this is ridiculous, there's no reason to freak out...

It was around this time that Charlotte realized that the redhead was staring at her. Gritting her teeth while mentally scolding herself for her idiotic thought process, she reached for the girl's hand. "Charlotte Hattington," she spoke a little too coldly, her hostility keeping her shyness in check. It was only when she was angry that she could introduce herself without a single stutter, and she realized this anger just then. She shook her head reminding herself how stupid the whole thing was. It wasn't like Devin was her boyfriend. After shaking the hand of the redhead, she sighed and excused herself. "See you on the train," She said in her most convincing voice. Exasperated, she began the walk back to the common room to pack her things. She didn't want to have to do it tomorrow, so she decided it would help take her mind off things a little.

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Nevin smiled widely. How could he not? He was head boy, a title that he never in his whole life would have imagined receiving. Had you told him he would be head boy in his seventh year he probably would have laughed nervously. Now here he stood before his table, a seventh year, confident and full of pride for both his house and what he had become. After this year, Nevin had so many things planned. One was going to be rather life changing and the other a dream he has had his whole life.

Spotting only one person so far he moved to join them. "Hey Austin, how was break for you?" he asked making himself comfortable. His smile was bright and not a hint of sadness or fear lay in them. Before returning he had worried that he would miss Bailey, but they had both had a talk before he left and that talk encouraged him. It was not the last he'd see of her. Besides, not having her around gave him the time to plan something wonderful.

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third year - hufflepuff
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allen w. rhoddes

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muggle born - wizard raised

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“To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson

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Allen had ridden to the castle without the company of anyone he knew or was particularly acquainted with. His carriage was mostly filled with those first to arrive and being either too impatient or too bored to wait for whomever their friends might have been. The ride was silent and, as far as Allen had managed to catch, with complete lack of contact. A bit awkward, as it was to be expected, but comfortable and quiet in its own right.
Now he was walking into the Great Hall (being one of the last, this time, as he had spent quite awhile trying to shove a stubborn Poe back into his cage to be taken to the Owlery) staring at the familiar sight of floating light candles, a line of excited and petrified firsties and the looming enchanted ceiling glowing with the moon's light. The excited swelling in the pit of his stomach began to rise and bloom over his entire physical body. A tingling sensation he desperately missed and awaited when away from the school during the summers. It put his mind at rest and his body at the ready; the anticipation of being back in a place he was beginning to accept as home.
Sitting down at the old Hufflepuff table, easing into one of the worn grooves of the bench, he looked hungrily at the set out cutlery, plates and goblets. The vision of food filling them magically playing before his eyes as his stomach growled quietly in similar impatience. He pried his eyes from the empty plates in front of him and instead looked over towards the Ravenclaw table. Seeing the familiar unfamiliar changed face of Yia. He had a different mask over himself now, but not one of his best work, Allen noted. He seemed worried; looking around the Hall in a desperate sort of search. Immediately, Allen's thought was that the boy was looking for his brother, which pleased the white haired boy to see the understandable pain in the younger boy's air.
Then a different thought arose that Yia was searching for a living, breathing Woil. A thought that he had not allowed to make entrance in his optimism.
However, if this possibility was reality, it meant Woil was alive, possibly still possessed by the spirit he carelessly flaunted. Or worse, it was on another host and he had allowed the transfer.
Or it was free all together.

The smile began to quickly ease off at the thought at Allen now looked at the younger boy with a sort of dark glare. ￤￤