welcome to hogwarts {closed}

[idyllic]

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Tags: Shaylene
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Feeling?: Nervous + Happy
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Where?: Great Hall
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He straightened his blue tie and looked at her. "So, uh, how was your summer?" he said. It was common knowledge that Shaylene had lost her parents, and he was pretty sure that she spent summers at the school, though she might have found something to do in the dusty old castle. He continued to fiddle with his tie while waiting for answer, thinking back to his summer. He spent most of the time either being yelled at or ignored by his parents, and he sorta just read books about scinece the whole time. He found science fascinating, even though it was mostly frowned upon by the wizarding community.

[vav.]

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❀fae❀male❀17❀talking to antonio ❀

Fae could just feel his blush deepening when Antonio mentioned him looking at Rowan. He felt his burn when he went back to the subject of crushes."...I may have one, yes."He decided to stay looking down, not sure if he should meet the raven's eyes or go back to reading. He knew that reading when he was trying to strike up conversation is rude, but he didn't really feel comfortable, Antonio being a random stranger that came around saying 'hey, you look trustworthy' and trying to befriend him.

Fae frowned, knowing that his 'new friend' was probably there to use him and be done with him, but even so, he didn't wan't to waste an opportunity to have another friend, since he has made a grand total of one at hogwarts.

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[minho]

antonio jose verdex | ravenclaw | seventh year | talking to fae

the change in complexion was an obvous sign antonio's words had gotten to the seventeen year old. he hadn't meant to come off...well...pesky? a troublemaker? no, he was a ravenclaw. he was put into the house for his wisdom and whatnot - not to intentionally destroy people like the quiet slytherins. maybe that's why the table was silent - they were plotting the end of their enemies. what a wonderful thought. the ravenclaw brushed the thoughts away, turning his undivided attention to the hufflepuff across from him. "hey, that's cool and cute. i think romance is nice, especially when it's undeniable, you get me? yeah, you probably do..." the spaniard answered his own question, nodding his head like he figured out the secret to life. from what he gathered fae was quiet and kept to himself. these were good signs, definitely. "well, what house are they in? do you think you've got a fighting chance? do you stand in the rankings? does the person play quidditch? why do you like them?" antonio was more of a person to dump a bunch of questions off on a person. and he was honestly interested in fae's romantic life. and just life in general. he had many friends but not ones he would mind seeing after his graduation from hogwarts. he needed someone close, someone like fae. plus, the dude was from hufflepuff. other than ravenclaw, that was his favorite house. the people were nice, caring, and altogether laid-back. others were too...well, they loved to show off.

[suzhay]

█ Thadeus Leyva || 18 || Male || Slytherin || Crush: Pepper & Abigail █
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Thaddeus ate his breakfast silently, watching what was happening around the Great Hall. His attention quickly turned where a Gryffindor was thinking about sitting down next to Iris. He was close to standing up and saying something, but Iris got up and left. Glancing back around, he watched Rowan approach Pepper and then soon leave. He pushed back his plate and rose, following his classmate. He made his way down to the dungeon, robes billowing are him. Upon entering the dorm rooms, he quickly located Rowan and found a close spot to lean on against the wall. "Hey, man. That was certainly an interesting scene." He commented in is slightly monotone voice.

[queenadorkable]

Shaylene Carter
• female • 16 • Ravenclaw • Feeling Happy • Great Hall • Tagged: James •
She watched as the boy fiddled with his tie, unable to help the way her smile grew at the sight. He was just so darn cute. She hummed thoughtfully for a moment, pulling the book down onto her knee, motioning to the spine where it said 'The Amazing World of Mermaids- Vol. 13' and she gave him a rather sheepish look. "I read pretty much the whole time. Though they did let those of us who stayed behind fly around on brooms. It was pretty wicked. They even let us fly around in some of the outdoor hallways." she beamed. While she wasn't a member of the Quiddich team she still really enjoyed flying on her broomstick, which was really not very unique or even all that good.

She tilted her head to the side only slightly. "What about you?" she asked, fiddling with the spine of the book absentmindedly. "Did you do anything fun over the summer?" she asked, trying to picture things the boy might try and do when he wasn't in school.

Timothy Lane
• Male • 17 • Hufflepuff • Cheery • Third Corridor • Tagged: Iris and Monroe • Keeper •
Timothy straightened up a bit, looking over at the blonde and sighing softly. "Ah.. I forgot all about that.." he mumbled softly, cheeks going a bit crimson and he brought a hand up, scratching idly at the back of his neck. "Ah well you know, I'm a keeper." he winked playfully at the two girls, unable to help the way his grin spread across his face and he chuckled stupidly. He folded his arms across his chest, his eyes practically twinkling and he let his gaze settle back over Iris. She was just so pretty and unique and he could probably stare at her all day.

He idly thought back to one of the games where he'd been so busy watching Iris that he entirely forgot he was on a broom and fell off due to lack of concentration. It was probably one of his biggest blunders and ever since then he knew he had to try and make it up to the team.

[Phantom's Opera]

N I C K - Tagged: No one- Crush: Shaylene and Felicity

Nick tucked his wand neatly into an inside pocket of his cloak, along with the defense against the dark arts book he had been reading. He had spent the first few minutes of the day int he Gryffindor common room, with his solitary self. Nick walked through the great hall, running a hand through his hair. He was excited to watch the firstt quidditch match of the year, and he would be watching, seeing as he was a Gryffindor, and Slytherin and Hufflepuff were the first teams to play each other.He was a kind of person who didn't pay attention to rivalries much, besides quidditch. He sat down at an empty chair at the Gryffindor table. From his cloak, he pulled a defense against the dark arts book, which was his best subject. He wasn't much one for socializing, though he did have his friends. He stood up, and sat next to Felicity, a fellow member of the quidditch team. "Alright guys, we are taking the cup this year." He laughed and ran a hand through his hair. Quidditch was a big subject here at the school, a huge subject of conversation, actually. "I've set up practices for us, but I don't think that once a week is enough." He shrugged. Gryffindor's team was usually pretty good, but who knows what would happen this year.

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felicity abanon meyers
felicity was about to continue her foolish quidditch ramble when nick sat down in the empty seat beside her. "hey nick!" she said with a smile, tilting her head at him in greeting as he joined the conversation. "...I don't think that once a week is enough." he said and she thought on it for a moment "hmm," she pondered, taking a sip of her tea, "i agree, that's what everyone will be expecting us to do, but we need to be a step up." she spoke, sure of herself. she was determined as anyone to be the champion at whatever cost, even if it meant loosing some of her free time. "i think i'll be okay no matter what though," she added, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, elbow sitting on the table, "just so long as i don't break my wrist again." felicity shuddered at the memory. the year before, they were in one of their final games when she got hit with a bludger and was forced to continue playing with the painful injury.

[Dragonette_11]

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In the
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Single & Thinks
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Rowan looked up from her breakfast when she heard a familiar voice. The voice belonged to no other than Nick Cendlain, captain of the quidditch team and one of the only guys she had ever really thought anything of. She only thought him attractive, however, and thought of him more as a teammate than anything else. Noticing that he was talking about something quidditch with Felicity, she decided to tune in.

There he goes about winning the cup, Rowan thought to herself. She figured that that'd be one of the first things she heard out of him this year. It was a bit of pressure on her, however, considering the she was in fact the seeker. Now, she knew she was good at it, being the seeker and all, but anxiety always got the best of her before game day, therefore having her doubts. Normally she came around, however, and recollected her confidence.

[Phantom's Opera]

N I C K - Tagged: Felicity, Rowan, and other gryffindors

Nick listened to Felicity and shuddered as she mentioned last year's devastation. "It was a brutal match, I should have been there to smack the beater away." Nick was one of the beaters on the team. He grew up on a broomstick, and his brothers would play the muggle game "baseball" on the broomsticks, which is what has made him quite a good keeper. He turned to Rowan. "You'll do great this year, Row!" He said, and offered her a smile. He was good friends with most people on the team, and was very fond of all of the team members. He rest his head on his propped hand. "I think two practices a week should be enough, seeing as we're all busy with school just getting started." They should change the subject from quidditch to something else, the talk of quidditch always got him excited, yet nervous. "I think I might go out on the field later to day, you guys want to join me?"

[reasonable.]

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"the troublemaker"|Rowan Michael King
location = Dining Hall
gender = Male
age = 17
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Tagged = Pepper
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Rowan rolled his eyes at Thad before smirking and standing up slowly. "Ha-ha. Very funny." He murmured before rolling his eyes softly and pacing around the dorm quietly, wondering about the Quidditch match that was going to take place later this week. He was excited for it, mostly because he got to knock some sense into those holly-jolly Hufflepuffs. Wherever he saw them they were always laughing, and he was always envious deep inside of him and jealous a bit also. Looking over at Thad again, he sighed when he heard footsteps from outside. It must've been time to start classes, and of course he had potions first. He didn't like potions, but it was better than taking the history test that he was supposed to take before Quidditch practice. They'd moved it earlier because of the game, and he grinned at Thad. "I'll see you later. Bye!" He called over his shoulder before running out into the hallway into his potions class. He remembered he had it with Pepper, and as he looked around he realized he was late a bit. Coughing slowly, he took a seat and chuckled with a few friends at the teacher before murmuring something under his breath at them and turning around, smirking playfully as Professer Slughorn looked a bit ticked off. That period seemed to go by quickly, and soon after that it was followed by Quidditch practice. This was his favorite, he couldn't help it. He didn't really have to worry about remembering spells or what order to place into a potion. Fluxweed, stir, knockweed, shake, stir, leech. The words rang through his ear as he smiled before practicing a bit on his own at the field, wondering if anyone else would come out. After a while he just decided to put his stuff up before heading to potions. the words rang through his ears, and he slunk into his chair, his robes dangling by his feet as he sighed and played with his thumbs for a moment before narrowing his eyes and looking up again.