Sixth Floor Corridor

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

❅ℱ𝓲𝒇𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝒆𝓪𝓻 ℛ𝓪𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀❅𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷❅


Connor was walking along the hallways of the school, listening for anything that'd be interesting to write about in the newspaper. Right now, the hallway seemed abandoned, and he vaguely wondered if he had missed something important. It wasn't dinnertime, at least according to his watch. Well, maybe he'd check a different floor. He sighed, tapping his cane on the tile as he walked. Sadie had been asleep, so he let her rest while he wandered. Besides, he wanted some alone time. The teen leaned up against a wall, next to a suit of armor (which he'd nearly mistaken for a person!). He turned his bag around, feeling around inside for his time table. He felt the bumps on the page, noting that he still had a long while before dinner. Maybe he'd go to the library next, or get in some piano practice. It'd be something, at least.

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I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ 𝓪𝒇𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭 ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, 𝓼𝓾𝓭𝓭𝒆𝓷𝓵𝔂
I ᴀᴍ 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs 𝓫𝓲𝓰. Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪs 𝒇𝓪𝓼𝓽 ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ
Sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ
ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?
Aʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆?
Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓭𝓲𝒇𝒇𝒆𝓻𝒆𝓷𝓽 𝒇𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝒆?
𝓐𝓻𝒆 𝔀𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆? ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵?

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

❅ℱ𝓲𝒇𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝒆𝓪𝓻 ℛ𝓪𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀❅𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷❅


Connor perked up when he heard someone walking in the hallway. Who could it be? Whomever it was seemed really angry, judging by the annoyed stomping of their feet. Maybe they'd just gotten detention or lost house points. The blind Ravenclaw shrugged a bit, thinking it wasn't his place to judge someone for having a bad day. At least, until they spoke. Only one person Connor knew had that voice, the one which rang of ego and anger. That there was Peter Whyte, and this was sure to be fun. He asked about his reason for being there, followed up by a snarky comment about notes. Oooh, he was sour indeed. First, I have just as much right to be here as you. Second, you don't need to mooch notes if you're smart enough to write good ones. Or... is this your subtle way of asking to borrow mine?" A casual grin slid onto Connor's face, partly because he knew his notes were detailed and great, partly because it was just so much fun riling up the dickish fourth year. "Actually, if anything, I've got more right to be here. I'm a year your senior, after all." At that, he puffed out his chest a bit, certain that Peter was probably glaring at him. Oh well. The fifth year waited, hoping the younger Ravenclaw would go away so he could get back to doing what he had been.

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I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ 𝓪𝒇𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭 ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, 𝓼𝓾𝓭𝓭𝒆𝓷𝓵𝔂
I ᴀᴍ 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs 𝓫𝓲𝓰. Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪs 𝒇𝓪𝓼𝓽 ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ
Sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ
ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?
Aʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆?
Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓭𝓲𝒇𝒇𝒆𝓻𝒆𝓷𝓽 𝒇𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝒆?
𝓐𝓻𝒆 𝔀𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆? ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵?

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

❅ℱ𝓲𝒇𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝒆𝓪𝓻 ℛ𝓪𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀❅𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷❅

Connor could hear the fury growing in Peter's voice, and he was frankly, not concerned. What would he do, attack? That'd be a really smart plan, wouldn't it? After asking about his notes, Connor scoffed. He said his notes would be like a kindergartner's artwork, which honestly stumped the blind boy. Luckily, he explained, saying it was largely scribbles and dots. "Well, you're half right. I mean, Braille is pretty much exclusively dots. Or... didja not know that? I can give you a pass if you were just a little confused." He tucked his papers back into his bag while he was talking. Honestly, even for someone entirely blind, Connor could see that Peter didn't pose a threat. If he tried anything, it wouldn't be hard to best him. Magically, he might have an edge, honestly, but if he started firing spells, the older boy would only have to cast the shield charm, and perhaps wildly fling some spells. They could be really accurate, since he knew where the fourth year was, thanks to his talking as long as he had. Connor wasn't stupid, after all.

After bringing his status of older into the mix, Peter seemed a bit more annoyed. Good. Maybe they were drawing near the time for him to bugger off. The older boy sighed, looking casual as he could. "No, no, not accommodations. In fact, if you recall, you started this conversation by asking why I was here. I was just saying that if anything, I've got more right to be here. Well, maybe not more, but certainly not less. Come on, Petey, keep up with the conversation, would you?" He waved his hand in the air, accentuating his air of boredom. It might just be for show, but Connor honestly just wanted Peter to crawl back into whichever hole he'd dug himself up from.

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I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ 𝓪𝒇𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭 ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, 𝓼𝓾𝓭𝓭𝒆𝓷𝓵𝔂
I ᴀᴍ 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs 𝓫𝓲𝓰. Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪs 𝒇𝓪𝓼𝓽 ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ
Sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ
ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?
Aʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆?
Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓭𝓲𝒇𝒇𝒆𝓻𝒆𝓷𝓽 𝒇𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝒆?
𝓐𝓻𝒆 𝔀𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆? ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵?

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

❅ℱ𝓲𝒇𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝒆𝓪𝓻 ℛ𝓪𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀❅𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷❅

Connor could feel the tension in the air, thickening on their every breath. Peter was mad, but Connor was tired of the boy's arrogant attitude. So what if he pissed off the arsehole fourth year? He wouldn't do anything, after all. If there was one thing Connor knew, it was that Peter was all talk, but would flee if anything escalated. Stupid kid. He squared his shoulders, trying to give the absolute impression of how little he cared for Peter. Normally, he'd not ever rile someone up, but it was impossible not to piss off Peter. Honestly, if all the fourth year was going to do was whine, Connor would probably just walk away. No greater insult than the words unspoken, and all.

It was then that something slammed into metal beside him, rocking the blind boy off-kilter. He clutched his heart, turning toward whatever had made the sound. Peter spoke too, as if he hadn't heard the sound. Suddenly, something very near clattered to the ground, Connor stepping forward to investigate. Could this be the news he'd been on-edge for? Instead, something heavy and metal fell, throwing the fifth year to the floor. He covered his head with his hands, but the pieces had effectively pinned him. "Ah! What... oww...." Suddenly, now that his imminent terror was out of the way, Connor felt very much in pain. He started trying to push the heavy metal off of himself, realizing that it must have been one of the old suits of armor to have fallen. Peter would never let him hear the end of this! He wasn't sure how it'd fallen, but he knew it was painful, so he set all his strength on getting it off his body so he could investigate better.

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I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ 𝓪𝒇𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭 ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, 𝓼𝓾𝓭𝓭𝒆𝓷𝓵𝔂
I ᴀᴍ 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs 𝓫𝓲𝓰. Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪs 𝒇𝓪𝓼𝓽 ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ
Sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ
ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?
Aʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆?
Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓭𝓲𝒇𝒇𝒆𝓻𝒆𝓷𝓽 𝒇𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝒆?
𝓐𝓻𝒆 𝔀𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆? ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵?

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

❅ℱ𝓲𝒇𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝒆𝓪𝓻 ℛ𝓪𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀❅𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷❅

Connor was in pain. This stupid, heavy suit of armor had fallen on him, and now he was effectively pinned. His ears were ringing, but he was pretty sure he heard footsteps running away from him. That meant he was alone. Great. He struggled and fought, trying to get himself free. Stupid, stupid Peter. When he got free, he'd find the younger boy and wring his stupid little neck! No, that kind of rash action would probably give the little twerp satisfaction. Connor managed to free himself after a few minutes, then leaned against the wall as he let himself catch his breath. So maybe Peter had been man enough to attack back, meaning there was a much higher chance he'd do it again. Connor dug through the mess and grabbed his bag, then walked away on wobbly legs.

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I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ 𝓪𝒇𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭 ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, 𝓼𝓾𝓭𝓭𝒆𝓷𝓵𝔂
I ᴀᴍ 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs 𝓫𝓲𝓰. Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪs 𝒇𝓪𝓼𝓽 ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ
Sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼... ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ
ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?
Aʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆?
Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓭𝓲𝒇𝒇𝒆𝓻𝒆𝓷𝓽 𝒇𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝒆?
𝓐𝓻𝒆 𝔀𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝒆? ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵?

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

ISOLDE BLODWEN _____.___
Fourth Year, Hufflepuff, Pureblood ________
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Iso had spent the better half of her Saturday exploring the castle, this time with her friend Grimm. The Horned Owl was perched on her shoulder and had his head buried under his wing, grooming himself. The shifting staircases behind her faded from view as she turned a corner and pressed deeper into the castle.

The corridor was deserted. Iso turned the doorknob to every room she passed and stuck her head inside. Empty classrooms. A broom closet. Several locked doors that refused to budge even after a few hasty alohamora's. Then she turned another corner into a different corridor. Several portraits lined the walls and a bust of an old pirate loomed under a blanket of dust in the middle of the corridor. ”Well isn't this weird?” Iso stopped at the bust and gave it a scrutinizing eye. It had a long hooked nose that looked like it had been broken once before, and long bushy hair that morphed into a long unkempt beard. Grimm bobbed its head up and down and gave an indignant hoot or two. ”Exactly. You know this bloke had to be impressive to've made it in here and not break in the first decade or so... Wonder how old it is? Wonder where I am?” She said, taking the moment to spin on her heels in a tight circle hoping to get her bearings but, nope, no idea.

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【WHEN:: Late Winter 2043 】
【WHERE:: 6th Floor Corridor 】
【WITH WHO:: Grimm, the Horned Owl 】
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Diamond Wales

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

ISOLDE BLODWEN _____.___
Fourth Year, Hufflepuff, Pureblood ________
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”Oh-bugger! You scared the bloody hell out of me,” Isolde breathed out in a sharp gasp, clutching her chest. Grimm hooted loud and annoyed, startled from the sudden jump. After smoothing the bird's feathers to calm him down, she focused her attention on the boy and a smug smile crawled across her face. ”Oh I remember you. You told off my sister three years ago. I don't think I'll ever forget that. I should've thanked you for it, by the way.” That was her first year of Hogwarts, and one of her fondest memories. It was the first time she had seen anyone stand up to Arianell before. (Though she wouldn't have had to wait long otherwise.)

”And I'm not lost because I'm not going anywhere,” she said matter-of-factly. ”But I legit had no idea where I was. Was exploring and got a little turned around on the staircases.” Isolde gestured her thumb behind her to explain, but realized the staircases weren't behind her anymore so she basically pointed at nothing. ”I'm Isolde, by the way. Isolde Blodwen. But you can just call me Iso... So what are you doing around here?”

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【WHEN:: Late Winter 2043 】
【WHERE:: 6th Floor Corridor 】
【WITH WHO:: Grimm and Zach 】
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Diamond Wales

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

Old friends call me different
New friends call me old
Mother said at birth
"Boy you better only take what you can hold"

R I A N
C A S E Y
M C L E L L A N
PUREBLOOD │ RAVENCLAW │ THIRD YEAR

Rian traipsed down the stairs after the books he'd just dropped, figuring that this was his punishment for forgetting to bring his bag to the library. And the Madam Umber wasn't really interested in giving out freebies. He reached the bottom of the steps and started to pick up the scattered books he'd dropped down the steps, wishing he hadn't forgotten his bag. He technically didn't need to use his hands to get back into the Ravenclaw common room, but he wasn't looking forward to carrying five heavy photography books the rest of the way. He could levitate maybe one or two at the time, but that would be just as tedious. Sighing to himself, he continued to pick them up, balancing them in the crook of his elbow.

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addaellis

So I stood there in the sun, only minutes young
With love and mercy all around
And that's where we began
Now on my silver star scattered across the dark

 

[addaellis]

♜♖EDEN RHYS HARPER
fourth year || Hufflepuff || muggleborn
Dueling Club sharpshooter || Namaste Club beginner || Quidditch beater
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Wandless magic was the worst subject in the history of magic and every Thursday after class and practice and frustrated rage, Eden balled his hand into a fist and recited quietly to himself every reason why he was still taking the class. Even something as simple as levitating a quill took absolute concentration, and the only time he'd had any luck with anything more advanced was when he angrily--and accidentally--blasted a confundus at a dummy. How in the world could he still be dealing with issues controlling magic?

Weslyn kept asking if he needed help but he couldn’t possibly ask for help now...He. Did. Not. Need. Help. She didn’t seem to need help despite doing twice the clubs he was. So no. She seemed to have friends to greet everywhere and he was just lucky he knew people. Eden couldn’t deal with this right now. He would find another friend...maybe Chadwick would be down for a duel? Chadwick was a friend, right?

He was marching up the stairs, thinking he’d go study something--anything but Wandless--when out of nowhere books tumbled down the stairs. ”Hey, look--” he called, trying to warn the kid who had dropped them, but when a book landed squarely on his foot, Eden cursed something fierce. Any other day that would have been it and he would have bent down to help pitch up or even carry the books, but today this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He whirled on the boy: ”Watch it, Butterfingers! Stupid, s**t-head, troll-brained maggot! Are you reading books or bricks?”

More mumbled expletives escaped him as he pushed by the kid--hopefully not knocking more books back down?-- stomping up the stairs.

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setting Staircase, Winter 2051 || with Some unfortunate kid
appearance 5’3”, 136 lbs || wearing uniform
status SA:LSfkj@(@*$
S;DF
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”QUOTING”

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I would die
Without regret, I’d offer up my life
With zero reservations
I would fly
Into the sun
If that would keep our dream alive
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~"Hero" from RWBY, sung by Caleb Hyles.

 

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✦✧WREN ADRIEL WINCHESTER
sixth year || Slytherin prefect || pureblood
Quidditch keeper and captain || Cooking club critic || Herbology club lollygager
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Today was a good day. Wren was on his way downstairs for dinner after a few extra hours of legilimency practice. After dinner he was going to try an alternate solution for his alchemy homework and maybe just brew something fun.

On the stairs, some poor bloke dumped his books everywhere. Dunce, of course, was off to help, or at least meow and chase the books and nudge them with her nose. Wren was going to just ignore the whole thing, when an angry outburst surprised him.

Butterfingers? s**t-head? Troll-brain? Have silly insults made a comeback? Books or bricks isn’t bad, lol.

“Alright, well, let’s take ten points off from Hufflepuff to start and go from there, shall we?” Wren muttered a quick ”Accio book,” summoning the offending object to hand. ”And let’s hope these aren’t library books or I might have to take some off for property damage.”

”Oh it’s you. What the f--” Eden stopped short. Great. Winchester. Of all the people Weslyn was friendly with, Winchester gave Eden the creeps. On any other day Eden would be quietly avoiding the Slytherin prefect. Today was obviously not going that way. “...Excuse me? He’s the one who--”

Wren raised an eyebrow at Eden's glower. “The points are for flipping out at a kid. Oh, but we can take another five off for refusing to apologize if you'd like.

“What?!“

“Another five for still not apologizing…”

“Fine! Sorry okay?”

“Sorry for what?” Wren asked mock-patiently. He gave himself credit for not outright smirking.

“For...arguing or whatever,” Eden spit out through clenched teeth.

“Aaand that’s another five points for being an idiot and missing the point. Can I take points off for that? Let’s just say being rude.” Wren was clearly having a grand time with this. He leaned against the railing, drawling his words and letting a grin slip. “Another five points for wasting my time….”

Eden meanwhile was somewhere between panic and blind rage. “You’re just a bully, Winchester. We all know this is--”

“Calling me names now? Five more points. Please continue, this is going so well for you.”

“Just give me detention already! Happy?”

Tut, tut, someone in Hufflepuff clearly cared about points and the House Cup. Wren made a mock- surprised expression. “Are you trying to make a deal with me? Actually sure. Why don’t you take detention with Professor Hill and write a hundred times ‘I’m a stupid, s**t-head troll-brain maggot’?”

Harper had the decency to bite his lip, realization of his stupidity downing over him as he stiffened. Duh. “I lost my temper, okay? Jeez.”

“Should I take another five for being unrepentant? Or still not apologizing to the right person? Let’s do both.”

Eden turned towards the kid he’d insulted. He was still trembling with anger and annoyance, but he didn’t want to make this worse than it already was. “I’m sorry for calling you names. I’ll do better to not do it again.” He paused, took the volume Winchester was holding out to him and offered it gently to the younger Ravenclaw.

Wren shrugged, looking to see how the Ravenclaw kid took the apology. Wren had his own agenda here, but he had to at least give the poor boy a chance to respond to his bully or something like that.

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setting Staircase, Winter 2051 || with Harper and.... McLellan(?)'s kid brother
appearance 5'7", 155 lbs || wearing uniform, tie loosened and missing.
statusNothing personal, Harper, you just made the mistake of screeching in front of me.
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//OOC: Ahhhhhhhhhh Sorry sorry it took so long to get this up! Please let me know if I can edit somewhere! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to post this! XDXDXD
I realized I could use Eden as the perpetrator and couldn't let go of the idea >.>" Eden needs to do things, even if it’s ruining his reputation >.<””””””
The next post will not take as long hopefully!

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The Forgotten Weasley

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Shape without form,
shade without colour,
Paralysed force,
gesture without motion
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~"The Hollow Men" by T.S. Elliot