You can go the distance, you can run the mile
You can walk straight through hell with a smile
You can be a hero, you can get the gold
Breakin' all the records they thought never could be broke
You can walk straight through hell with a smile
You can be a hero, you can get the gold
Breakin' all the records they thought never could be broke
Halfblood | First Year Gryffindor | Freshly Twelve Years Old
Quidditch Team | The Order of the Stick
✮ Last week of school, 2056 ✮ Dorm Room ✮ With: No one currently
✮ Wearing: Uniform, minus the robes (those, too, were thrown across the room) ✮ Status: Searching for The Thing™
✮ Last week of school, 2056 ✮ Dorm Room ✮ With: No one currently
✮ Wearing: Uniform, minus the robes (those, too, were thrown across the room) ✮ Status: Searching for The Thing™
Logan could hardly believe the year was practically done with. Already halfway through their final week of classes, the students would all be shipped home on the train by the week's end. On one hand, Logan was looking forward to it. He missed his house. He missed Old Man O'Hannigan and his flock of sheep. He missed his Ma, and her big 'I'm home!' hugs. He missed his Nana Biddy, and the loud family dinners she would argue with Pop over the silliest little thing, then tagging Logan in to take her side. On the other hand, Logan really liked Gryffindor house. He liked his dorm mates, and a whole Summer away from his friends--not to mention a Summer away from Quidditch!--sounded dreadful. Logan chose to remain optimistic though. Only a few months away, and then he'd be back with plenty of stories to share and more ready than ever to show the Quidditch team just what he could do.
But before all that, Logan had an important mission--one that he had completely forgotten upon return in January, too excited to be back to ever fully unpack to begin with. His bag lay empty atop his bed, clothes strewn haphazardly across the room and over the bed frame. Not in there... He huffed. Did I unpack it after all? That only really left one place. He stared at the trunk in front of his bed. Well, it would have to be emptied by the end of the week anyway. What better time than now? With that in mind, Logan began pillaging through the rest of his belongings, further adding to the mess that was becoming his dorm room.
But before all that, Logan had an important mission--one that he had completely forgotten upon return in January, too excited to be back to ever fully unpack to begin with. His bag lay empty atop his bed, clothes strewn haphazardly across the room and over the bed frame. Not in there... He huffed. Did I unpack it after all? That only really left one place. He stared at the trunk in front of his bed. Well, it would have to be emptied by the end of the week anyway. What better time than now? With that in mind, Logan began pillaging through the rest of his belongings, further adding to the mess that was becoming his dorm room.
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OOC:
addaellis
Do it for your people, do it for your pride
How you ever gonna know if you never even try?
Do it for your country, do it for your name
'Cause there's gon' be a day, when you're
Standin' in the Hall of Fame
How you ever gonna know if you never even try?
Do it for your country, do it for your name
'Cause there's gon' be a day, when you're
Standin' in the Hall of Fame