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 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:54 pm
Diagon Alley
“Alright, we’ve gotten your books, robes - you sure your ok with black? I know you enjoy brown robes more…” Randalf Storm began
“Black is the uniform color, besides it’s fine with me. I plan to pack a few of my nicer brown and olive robes for events.” Ronyo smiled at his father as they continued to go down the list.
“Ok, and we got the caldron - are you sure you want to take Xander? We could get you an owl…”
“I think Xan will keep me much better company then a owl. Besides I can always use Estelle.”
“That’s true, she hasn’t flown to Hogwarts in sometime, hope she remembers the way. Anyways, that leaves your wand. I’m going to take everything else back to the flew we came from. Meet me there when your done.”
Ronyo nodded and walked to Ollivanders. He saw several other kids going in and out as he neared the famous wand shop. The wand shops always did more business when school started back up, but Ollivanders was always busy. Ronyo opened the door for a young witch and her mother, who nodded their thanks, and went in himself. There the owner flicked his wand a bit to mend a chair the previous customer had destroyed while looking for a wand.
“Reparo! Ah ello and welcome. Be lookin for a wand I bet.”
“Yes sir, any recommendations?” Ronyo smiled
“I always do, let me see,” The elderly gentlemen said as he wandered around the shelves of wand boxes. Most of them had been collecting dust for some time now, “Alright lets start off with this.”
Ronyo took the Almond 14 1/8 inch wand and gave a nice swish and flick. The very chair the man had repaired again flew into pieces.
“Always the same chair. Not many get it on ta first try - nice wand motion ter by the way - ok next up…” The man said handing Ronyo an Oak 14 ¾ inch.
“Thank you, my father showed me some basics before I came,” Ronyo said as he gave another swish and flick. A spot on the floor gave a small spark and left a burn mark.
“Not quiet but close…lets see then, here we go. Ah, what does ya father do?” The wand maker asked
“He’s an Auror, Randalf Storm,” Ronyo grabbed the wand and felt something different.
He went through his wand motion again and this time a light came forth from the wands tip. The light got brighter and then faded out.
“Well I say, nice choice,” the owner said more to the wand then to Ronyo, “I don’t give out many of these. Most kids now a days get yur normal newer style wands. This is a much older style and as such has less of an outward appearance.”
The wand the man referred to was Ronyo’s new Ash 14 ¼, with essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn. The wand was simple and basic but held a wonderful natural wood look. Ronyo smiled again and paid for his wand.
“Thank you sir, I’d fix your chair and floor but I’m afraid I might blow something else up.”
“Not ta worry me boy, just do well at old ‘Ogwarts and I’ll consider it well in paid.”
With that Ronyo returned to the flew his dad was waiting at and the two went home to look at everything they had bought. Randalf had to be getting back to work soon though, but Ronyo and Xander could sort things.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:26 am
Lark's House
When she and her brothers got home, she ran upstairs to her room to pack her school trunk, even though the start of school a little over a month away. While she was neatly packing everything away, she was singing one of the Beedle The Bard stories, that she turned into song.
She picked up one of her robes and held it up to her. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, still singing, she twirled and started dancing.
When she did her last twirl, her brother, Evan came in. "Haha, still the same old Lark," he chuckled.
Lark gasped and turned, she blushed when she saw Evan. "Evan, next time knock," she looked down at her feet, letting her robes drag on the floor.
He chuckled some more, "Not to worry," he said as he messed up her hair. I see you're very excited to go to Hogwarts, hope you're in Hufflepuff." He smiled and walked out the room.
The rest of the day, she chanted a mantra in her head, I'm going to be in Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff, better be in Hufflepuff.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 11:49 am
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Antoinette had done the rest of her shopping. The highlights for her had been Olivander's and Eeyclop's but now... she scanned the shelves... this was the best. She carefully stepped in, looking around in awe.
Her eyes settled on a shelf of muggle magic tricks and jokes. In an instant she was over there, stuffing her arms with canned snakes and snapping gum. When she was done with that she went to the female section. Two day-dreaming spells, one love potion (hey, who knows!), and a pygmy puff.
Gavroche didn't seem to like the neon green puff, but Antoinette was infatuated with it. She put it on the evergrowing pile of items and took another look at the shop. She looked at the man behind the counter and walked over to him. She handed him the items she wished to purchase and payed for them.
After leaving the shop she went to Flourish and Blotts to meet her father. He handed her the books she needed, then pulled another book out of his rather large pocket.
"The Tales of Beedle and Bard." He grinned. "Took a bit o' scrounging, but I found it." He handed it to her and then gently steered her towards the door.
And with the truck-full of school supplies, they left Diagon Alley to go home.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 8:38 am
Field Near Lark's House
It's been a few days since she got her school supplies from Diagon Alley, and Lark was outside sitting under a tree reading her History of Magic book. She's always enjoyed learning about the past, and from that, predicting the future, since History repeats itself from time to time. She was completely absorbed in her book when one of her Muggle school mates came up and sat next to her.
"What's that you're reading?" He asked her, she jumped up and yelped.
"Nothing!" She replied, she slammed the book shut and sat on it.
"Aw, let me see," he told her, pushing her slightly.
"No, I can't," she told him, pushing him back.
"If you say so," he let go of her and she toppled over onto him. She raised herself on her hands, still over him, her hair dangling around his face. She felt her own face turn red. "Well, hello there," he said quietly. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. She'd always had a crush on him, ever since she started at the muggle school. She knew her father would be dissapointed in choice of boy. She didn't care, she swooped down and kissed the boy. She raised herself back up and looked in his eyes.
"I'm going to be going away for a while, it's a boarding school I've been accepted to," she told him. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of not being able to see him for so long. "I'll be back for summer, we could play around or do what ever you want then," she told him. She got up, picked up her book and ran to her house, looking back a few times at the boy by the tree, who was now standing, looking at the ground. She finally did what he'd been wanting to do for so long now.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 2:17 pm
The Shuang Residence
Sabine was curled up in an armchair, swallowed up by an enormous light blue terrycloth robe. Every now and then she listened carefully for any sound of movement outside her bedroom door. She and her family had left China not three months ago, because her parents had been offered better jobs in the Ministry of Magic. They had moved into a much bigger house, though she had to leave a few things behind, the one that pained her most to leave was her nightingale, whose name she never even spoke since they had left China.
Sabine strained to hear any other noises outside her bedroom door, nothing, though the next moment a faint flapping sound caught her attention, a graceful figure, an owl. drew closer to her window, but at the last moment, it dipped downward and crashed into the front door. Sabine grimaced, but did not uncurl herself or make a move to get up, though it turns out she didn't need to, for a moment later she could hear someone coming up the stairs and then, a gentle knock on her bedroom door. "Come in" Sabine sighed, and her mother strode into her room, beaming proudly and perched herself on the edge of Sabine's bed. Sabine's mother was tall and slim, almost the same height as her father, and usually very polite and proper, keeping a neutral and calm expression unless the occasion called for otherwise. "Sabine, the letter from," Her mother began, glancing down at the envelope, which Sabine had just noticed she was clutching in her right hand. "Hogwarts...School of....Witchcraft and...Wizardry," her mother said, reading from the envelope, "It's the school of magic you'll be attending here in England."
Sabine frowned, she had not planned to attend Hogwarts, in fact, she had planned to attend a school of magic in China, but she supposed that she had no choice, all young wizards and witches, her mother had once said, were expected to study magic, whether they are successful or not depends on their level of devotion to their studies, natural talent plays a small part in affecting how successful you are at school. Sabine had been told that many times, she expected that her mother would tell her that again this morning, but she didn't. "Sabine? Are you all right?" Her mother asked, twisting her head slightly to take a better look at Sabine, "I'm fine, just tired. I didn't get too much sleep last night." Sabine explained, or rather, lied. "It's still very early, why don't you get some more sleep?" Her mother suggested gently, but Sabine shook her head, "that's alright, I think I can make it through the day." She tried to smile, in order to convince her mother that she was absolutely fine, but she could not manage it.
"Come down to breakfast at seven thirty, and we'll decide on a date to take a trip to get your things. The neighbors, they have a daughter who will be attending Hogwarts in another year or so, said that we are supposed to go to.....something like Drigon Alley, no, Diagon Alley, to get your school books and robes and whatever else you may need. You won't need to worry about wands, we have one for you already, it was made in China, I just hope it will be alright by Hogwarts standards. You aren't supposed to have a wand until you're eleven, so your father and I kept it for you until you were old enough to go to YinShuai, I mean, Hogwarts." "Right." Sabine mumbled, she was listening intently, but just wished she would be left alone for now.
"Well, you'll learn and hear everything in good time, we still have a while to get your things and for you to learn more about Hogwarts. Goodness, I hardly know anything about the place myself. I had gone to YinShuai, but I'm sure Hogwarts is a first class school of magic, so you needn't worry." With that, her mother swept out of her room, Sabine sighed again, staying in her curled position, Hogwarts, the thought nagged at her back of her mind, she didn't want to go to Hogwarts. She didn't want to be in England in the first place.
[::OOC: Sorry about the rather long first post, most of my posts will be slightly shorter than this one. I just like to make a good first impression, so yeah...::]
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 11:51 am
The Leaky Cauldron, Diagon Alley street, Gringotts
A warm afternoon breeze glided into the room and across a elbow that was exposed from under a deep blue sheet. The small hairs stood suddenly on end and the person who lay under the sheets gave a small stir then fell still again. Her dreams at the moment what where holding her to her sleep. They were a mixture a past and possible future, then there was the facture of exhaustion playing it’s rule.
The after noon before was when she had finished up her last job taking out a pesky Bogart that was stuck under a floorboard. Now Zofia was officially a retired Auror, well at lest for the time being. She hoped this teaching position as Charms master at Hogwarts would pan out. The hours were much better, with steady pay, room & board, and benefits. A small smile crossed her dreaming face that was buried in a fluffy pillow (she was dreaming of winning the Quidditch World Cup).
It hadn’t been until the late evening hours till she had arrived at The Leaky Cauldron. It had been too late to do her shopping or to even retrieve some needed money from Gringotts. It was upon this sudden thought of gold that her head turned to the side and her eye lids peeled back reveling green eyes. She let out a little moan as she stretched, taking her time to remove herself from her bed.
She washed her face and brushed her teeth with a Muggle toothpaste she had picked up. She headed over to one of her carpet bags and opened it while picking up her wand which lit up upon touch. She peered into the deep bag that seemed to go on and on till she found some clean clothing; a pair of fitted straight dark denim jeans, a long deep green tank-top, a lacy button up shirt, and a pair of black flats for her feet.
After dressing she pulled a brush out and untangled her brown hair. She threw the brush back into the bag while retrieving a black leather purse from the depths of the carpet bag in which she closed and locked with the tap of her wand. She placed her wand within the purse and zipped it up as she headed out of her room and down the dimly light hallway and down the stairs, through the bar, then finally out on to the street of Diagon Alley.
It was packed with new students and their families, old students, shop keepers, and every day shoppers like herself. She quickly and carefully cut her way through the crowds and made her way up the marble white steps of Gringotts. She shuddered as she walked through the door. There was a drop in the tempter that matched the chilly disposition of the Goblins who worked the bank. She made her way over to an open teller and gave her vault number (vault 72711). She wanted and watched as a group of new students and there Muggle parents made their way thought the large lobby. You could always tell Muggle born students and their families by the way they gawked at everything, it made her smile and a little fearful. Those children would soon be her students along with the rest of the student body at Hogwarts. Her thoughts were jostled at the bank teller snarled at her and handed her a plump bag filled with gold. Zofia quickly made her way out, back into the sun and the warm weather.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 1:11 pm
Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions, stationery shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies, and Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor
The second shop on her left was Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions, which would most likely be bursting at the seems with students and their families, but she decided to go and brave it. She was correct. It was filled almost wall to wall! Zofia weaved through people and their groups and made her way through the student section of the store to the Women’s section. Zofia was in need a two plan black robs, a set of dress robs (which for femals where just dresses), and two sets of casual robs. She picked out quickly two sets of her plan black robs and her casual robs, but was slightly stumped on what to buy for a dress. It was very helpful that the very great granddaughter of Madam Malkin had decided to do away with selling multiples of each dress, it would be very embarrassing to show up and someone would be wearing the same dress as yourself.
A middle aged women made her way over to Zofia and seemed to be sizing her up then went off. Zofia went back to looking through the ridicules amounts of dress and when she was about to give up on picking something out she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“Here you are deary! Go on now and try theeeem on” it was the middle aged women again and she had shoved a few dresses into Zofia’s arms and was now pushing her into a dressing room.
Zofia quickly undressed and tried one of the four dresses on, it fit her well, but it was a copper brown and it slightly blended with her hair. She removed it and put on a a light blue one, but she wasn’t a big fan of wearing blue, so she took it off and placed it on the side with the copper brown one. The next one was made of silk and was a deep crimson red. It had thin straps and a slight V-neck. It also slowly A-lined out till it touched the floor, there was a small bushel under her butt which lead out into a tarn (not too long though) and the best part was it fit perfectly! Zofia was so excited that she almost didn’t try on the last one till she caught what it looked like. She quickly put it on and looked at herself. The dress was pitch-black and as the fabric moved down her body it slowly switched over to a deep green. The bottom of the started to flair out around her knees, the dress was also backless. She removed the dress and put the last two dresses next to each other, she couldn’t decide which to pick. Finally she decided she would buy both.
As she walked out of the dressing room the middle aged women came back, “Soo how did it goo deary?” she looked at Zofia bright-eyed then looked down out the two dresses she held, “Wonderful choices! Here I’ll ring those up for you”
Zofia followed her through the crowds of school children then forked over a hefty amount of gold, which was a bit more then she had wanted to spend, but those dresses were just too beautiful to pass up! She shuffled her way out with her dress bags in hand and was then back out into the sunlight.
She walked passed Flourish & Blott’s not needing inks or pens, but she did stop in the little stationery shop next door and put in an order for white, medium grade paper. That was anti forgeable and had little detailed golden swirls in the corners. After placing the order the man said it would be ready within an hour and that she could pick it up then.
As Zofia left the shop she couldn’t help but go to the next shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies. She looked into the window and her eyes fell upon the newest broom. She couldn’t help but press her face to the glass like a little child might do, with her mouth hanging open and with wide eyes. The new broom was called SunBurst, it seemed now a days the broom industry was coming up with the most ridicules names and then throwing random numbers behind the name, so this surprised her. She headed for the door to go take a closer look, but found the door to be locked along with a sign hanging, ‘Out for a brake’. she was slightly disappointed, but it was most likely a good thing. So probably would have ended up trying to by the broom, which was most defiantly out of her budget.
Truning away her stomach gave a loud grumble. She looked down at her worn watch and gasped at the time. It was going on three and she hadn’t eaten anything, it was then a group of kids passed carrying ice cream. Zofia headed in the opposite direction towards the way in which thy had come from till she stood in front of Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. She ordered a banana split with extra topping, but hold the nuts. She sat down at a table and ate slowly as she watched the people passed by.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 5:25 pm
The day melted away before Zofia’s eyes. She liked to watch people, she was also use to watching people, maybe it had helped that she had enjoyed this part of her job. It wasn’t till a rather large family took over the outside of the ice cream parlor that Zofia noticed the time. She blinked and looked around, being so focused on the people and what they were doing she hadn’t even realized that the sun was almost set, through she had noted how few people filled the streets.
She quickly got up and walked down the street and was able to get into the stationery shop before it closed. She made her way a short distance down the winding uneven road that made up such a large part of the magical community. The lights held low, as most shops were closed, and there was but a low murmur of background noise left in the Ally.
Zofia walked back into Leaky Cauldron and was helped by the middle aged bartender. He was nice enough to help her carry her things to her room, which she was happy to see had been left undisturbed. Giving a soft tap to the large carpet bag it unlocked and opened and she hung her new robs within its depths. Then neatly filled away her new stationery. After doing so, she pulled out a pair of black shinny heels, black dress pants, and a black lacy top, setting them aside for tomorrow morning in which would be an early morning. She had instructions to arrive at the train at 6am and to get into the last sitting room on her right.
She couldn’t help but sigh softly at this. It had been years since she had ridden that train… her mind wondered through her past, some good, some bad, but all of which made her who she was today. Zofia stood up and undressed for the night, placing her worn clothing in a hamper within the bag, which was becoming very full. She proceeded to close and lock the bag then snuggled under the bedding, awaiting the morning to come and the newest part of her journey to unfold.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:44 pm
Lark woke up early with her family, who were bustling around the house gathering last minute items to shove into their trunks. She gathered her kitten in it's carrier and put her in the car next to her brother's owls. She ran back inside and tossed the last few things into her open trunk. She whammed it shut and yelled out. "READY!" Her father came by and levitated her trunk to the car, where it was piled neatly with the other trucks.
"Everybody in!" Her mother called to them. Lark, her sister, and brothers piled into the car and began chatting excitedly about the upcoming school year.
"Yeah, better be careful Lark," Dylan kidded. "They put first years through a tough hazing, last year half of them had to go home because they got hazed so bad!" Lark started shaking.
"R-really?" She asked, falling into the trap.
"No, not really, don't listen to him Lark," Evan, her oldest brother, said. Her eyes lighted up, she really wanted to be in Hufflepuff.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 7:14 pm
The Leaky Caldron, Kings Cross Station, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters
The next morning Zofia arose from the bed and quickly dressed in a calm matter. Taking time to wash up, brush her teeth, comb her hair (which she left down, it had a natural slight curl to it today), then tapped the carpet bag so it unlocked and put away the rest of her things in their specified compartments.
Giving one last look around the room to make sure she hadn’t forgot anything, she became satisfied and walked out of the room and down the hall, trying to make as little of noise as possible. Though this was very difficult with the old wood floor beneath her feet, she would feel dreadfully sorry if she woke anyone at this time in the morning. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs she spotted an elderly man behind the counter and paid him for her stay. He had offered to help her with her bags, be she quickly declined, feeling as if the man would brake from holding but one of her bags.
Zofia then walked out onto the misty London street where a ministry car was parked and waiting for her. She packed away her three large carpet bags in the trunk of the car then slipped into the backseat. As soon as she closed the door the car was racing off in the direction of King’s Cross Station and they were there in no time at all.
Opening the door to exit from the car she heard the trunk pop open and she could tell the driver was in a hurry to get to his next appointment. She quickly claimed her bags and headed into the station which thankfully, no, no ,no which was masterfully busy with early morning flower, fruit, and vegetable shipments for the mornings open markets. Zofia had no problem leaning against the metal barrier that separated platforms nine and ten.
With ease she was on the other side. The platform was completely empty, but within an hours time it would be bustling with students and their families. Ahead stood the old steam engine and the door to the last train car stood open. Floating her very heavy bags behind herself Zofia made her way into the train with ease and with a flick of her wand her bags were in place in the racks above and the door was shut. She quickly conjured a pillow and a blanket, taking to one of the bench seats and laying out for a bit of shut eye. She would get at lest an hour of sleep, maybe her compartment would net even be filled and she would be able to sleep more then half way, though this was highly unlikely.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 1:46 pm
Platform Nine and Three Quarters
Antoinette's mouth open and closed, open and closed. Amazing! She looked at her father.
"Was it like this when you went?" She asked excitedly.
"No... I went to Durmstrang." Her father looked at his feet.
Her mother, a blonde woman with beautiful skin and bright green eyes, bent over and kissed Antoinette's cheek.
"My sweet baby, going to Hogwarts!" She sighed dramatically. "It seems like just yesterday I was chasing you around whilst you rode your toy broomstick."
Antoinette gave her a hug. "I'll be back next summer." She kissed her mother's cheek.
"Okay dearie, go on." Her mother gently pushed her towards the car.
"See you!" Antoinette climbed in and ran towards through the train, looking for a compartment. Gavroche was screeching, but she ignored him.
She threw open a compartment door, then looked at the person within. She blinked, then grinned. She appeared to be sleeping, so Antoinette attempted to be quiet as she shushed Gavroche.
"See? Someone is sleeping! Quiet Gavroche!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 2:50 pm
On the train, while in station.
Zofia was sleeping soundly and had not herd anything till the compartment door slammed shut. It didn’t help that the train was an original and could really go for some tender loving care. She quickly jumped up with her wand in hand. It was a natural reaction from her job and she didn’t mean any harm to the small child who stood before. Zofia gave a finale look at the child making sure she could do her no harm then put away her wand.
“I’m deeply sorry about that…” she paused, she did not know this child name so she could not add it. “I’m Zofia R. Keegan, but, well I believe it would be best if you called me Professor Keengan.” Zofia gave a reassuring smile to the girl.
“I hope I didn’t frighten you too much? Here take your pick of the seats” Zofia moved to the center of the compartment while giving her wind a flick so the bedding she had out disappeared. She then took the seat opposite of the young girl, “What year are you going?” she seemed very young… at most she seemed to be going into her second year, but the look in her eyes gave way that she was most likely a first year.
Zofia couldn’t help but remember the first time she had sat on this very train! Her mother had made two brads in her long brown hair and they had bought her an owl… Zofia shook herself out of her backlashes paying close attention to this girl.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 3:18 pm
On the Train
"I'm a first year!" She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling. "And no! You didn't frighten me." She poked her finger in Gavroche's cage, the sleeve of her robe falling to her elbow. She'd carried her robe over her arm and thrown it on over her street clothes right after going through the barrier. The Hogwarts crest was stitched over her chest, prepared to change as soon as the Sorting Hat yelled out her house.
Gavroche fluttered and nipped her finger. She winced, and pulled her finger away. She looked at it, dumbfounded. Droplets of crimson blood sprouted up slowly. She put it to her lips, sucking it slightly. Muggles believed that sucking a wounded finger helped it. She never had the chance to try it.
The coppery taste wormed its way into her mouth. She was curious about this. It was unusual. No wonder muggle children sucked their thumbs for so long!
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 4:04 pm
Still on Train in the station
She nodded and then watched the bird in the cage, no, the owl in the cage. It seemed to be acting a little odd toward the girl, it must be a new pet. Thus was the usual gift from the parents of a new to be Hogwarts student, a pet of sorts, Cat, Owl, or Toad… though she could never understand what the reasoning of having a toad was?
Then the bird suddenly bite the girl, “You know you really shouldn’t provoke your owl that way till you two have become accustomed to each other… here” Zofia flicked her wand over the girls small cut and it was as good as new. Zofia could do simple medical magic, it had been part of her training and always came in use for herself and others. “I’m sorry but did you mention your name dear?”
She slowly gave a wave of her wand, it’s action slowly removing the cage from the girls grip and placing it up in the rack above along with the girls trunk. Zofia hoped the girl wouldn’t mind the help, but she was a bit too short to safely reach the top and Zofia really didn’t want to have to take care of a worse medical injury.
“Also dear, what house are you hopefully wishing for?” Zofia herself was from the house of Might Gryffindor, so she couldn’t help but have a soft spot for them. Also the vast amount of history, mostly all positive that followed along with the house. If Zofia had not made it through her examination to become an Auror she would of A) become a Charms professor, or B) A history teacher. It’s odd the way thing work out in life, you try your hardest for one thing and you get it, then to realize the wear and tear on yourself might not be all it is cracked up to be… these thoughts plus others floated around her mind.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 4:14 pm
Yeah... She's on the Train too
Antoinette stopped sucking her finger. She looked up, smiling brightly.
"I'm Antoinette Baudin!" She looked up at her owl. "That's Gavroche, I just got him yesterday." She paused, thinking. "Well, I'm not nearly smart enough to get into Ravenclaw. So I want to be in Gryffindor!" She looked up at Zofia, pondering.
"Or Hufflepuff." She bounced in her seat, a little bit hyper. She couldn't wait to get there. "What do you teach? What's Hogwarts like?" The questions formed rapidly in her head and flowed out her mouth as soon as she thought of them. "What are your feelings on gay marriage? Are there really ghosts? I heard there are muggleborns, what are they like? Are slytherins REALLY that evil?" She could go on, but she stopped there, bouncing incessantly. She didn't want to overwhelm her teacher yet.
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