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Grammar Time! Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 9:45 pm
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Current Scene: Mid-Banquet after the other two schools have arrived at Hogwarts. Durmstrang are sitting with Slytherin, Beauxbatons with Ravenclaw. Teachers at their table.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 1:28 pm
It was nice enough, he supposed.
The high ceiling ranged over the large room, and even if the decor wasn't impressive, the enchantment on said ceiling was fascinating. The castle was spacious, if a little nippy, and the food was decent. He wasn't going to be saying anything for the ways of getting around quite yet (their staircases had that unfortunate tendency to move around and confuse), but all in all Dodrick found himself more or less unable to complain. Then again, he was a little more laid back than most of the students that were coming from his school. Just a little.
And by a little, he meant a lot.
After all, it was where two of his brothers went to school (the other two having graduated and moved on to jobs in the wizarding community). He had to give it the benefit of the doubt. If it was good enough for his twin, it was good enough for him.
But just one thing bothered him.
Nudging his sibling and lookalike in the ribs in a not-so gentle way, he leaned carefully over to mutter; "Where, might I ask, are all the girls, Derrick? Nothing quite close to the French side of things I'm afraid." With a smile and a wink, the seventeen-year-old straightened once again, casting his glance around the room once again. "So I win. Well, me and Donavan."
With a hearty grin, he grabbed his younger brother around the neck and pulled into a sort of half embrace, one arm resting easily on his shoulders. "So what do you think of this place, huh?"
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Being eleven didn't always come in handy.
For one thing, almost everyone was bigger than you. Particularly when the schools went from eleven and up. And regardless of the fact that he was most likely the most sensible of his siblings (excluding the ones that had already finished school, of course), he somehow wound up being moved around (never pushed, of course) by his older brothers. Well, except for Devon.
But Devon was kind of the exception to everything, wasn't he?
"Yeah, uh, great."
It was soft, and mixed with the struggle to escape Dodrick's grasp.
An unlikely accomplishment if anything ever was.
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[Mr.] Snuggles Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:24 pm
 It had been eons (to his not so reliable memory in any case) since Derrick had been quite as excited as he found himself to be that night, sitting at the Ravenclaw table with his mirror image on his left. After all, it was not often that Derrick got the privilege of spending time with his two other brothers during the year, let alone at a time in which they were not on vacation. That called for a little more than his average exuberance. In his family and close friends' opinions Derrick had always been the more calm of the twins (being four minutes the elder, it was his job) but the days events seemed to call for more than his usual spirit.
Which was a frightful thing to behold.
Whether or not others found this additional good cheer worrisome or not, Derrick couldn't tell, but he also wasn't interested in their particular opinions often. Very little did anyone agree with anything he did. Unless perhaps they were female, and pretty, in which case he was very sure that they agreed with some of the things he did. In any case, he was content to be inseparable from both his lupine grin and his identical twin, no matter what.
"No, not close at all. Our girls are rather less hairy, you'll find." Derrick quipped at his brother, grin spreading into one that resembled that of the Grinch. "Besides, you haven't met any of them yet. Just wait until I introduce you to some proper women. Not that you could get half of them to like you." He added, teasing his twin insatiably. But that was the outcome of long separation between two minds so alike. There was always a need to best the other, and there was nothing that Derrick loved more than verbal banter.
Speaking of banter...
Getting to his feet in a hurry, Derrick knocked the bench with his calves, interrupting many a Ravenclaw's meal. Living in close quarters with the eccentric boy had accustomed the house to such behaviour however, and most continued without another thought. Waving an arm in the air, Derrick hailed a girl likely to give him just the sort of banter he was looking for from across the room.
"Ey, Ana, Kate!" He yelled, getting the two's attention just for the purpose of winking at them mischievously and blowing them a kiss. "Then again," Derrick began, reclaiming his seat beside Dodrick, "They may not like me much either." A comment which only merited another overjoyed grin directed at his twin brother.
It was good to have the four youngest brothers together again.
Devon hated his brothers.
Having been sitting on his elder brother's left, his plate had been unceremoniously bumped from the table and onto the floor by Derrick's impromptu attempt at getting a girl's attention. Not that he believed that his twin had any problems with that in the first place. That thought was not a bitter one though, seeing as Devon was fairly popular himself, even if it was only ever to his disadvantage.
Oh well, that was his life.
Rolling his eyes skyward, Devon picked up his plate off the floor, replacing it in front of him before getting up from the table and going to sit by Donovan. While Devon pretended to hate the twins while really loving them as much as it was possible for a younger brother to love an elder brother (especially two identical older brothers), Devon had no problem admitting to himself that Donovan was very likely his favourite person in the world.
He tended to cause fewer accidents and detentions, more than a few of which he'd undergone at fault of Dodrick. Though Hogwarts was strange, and not exactly his cup of tea, the fact that his youngest brother lived there more than made up for it.
Besides, he didn't speak French nearly as well as he ought to.
His grammar tended to be a smidge off correct.
Despite the joy of his family reunion, however, there was still one very prominent thought in Devon's mind.
"They're going to kill me."
Looking at Donovan, Devon grinned wryly, knowing well that both twins together on top of school were going to be the death of him. And oh, the accidents that would occur. Not to mention the bones he'd break.
With his luck they would end up getting him lost in the Forbidden forest.
"Save me."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 11:38 am
 Age. Did it define maturity? Did it categorize intelligence? Did age make you better or worse than someone else?
Nora Applebottom was a converted and now strong believer in the fact that age was really nothing but a number. And, she had proof. Which in itself was a new concept for her, seeing as she was one to always think beyond logical explanation. Then again, wasn't that every wizards job? But, she was getting off track once again, she was forgetting her mission. The intention of proving to everyone that despite the age gap between her and Tobias, she was really far more prepared for life then he was. Her blue orbs scanned the plate next to her, the very dish belonging to her brother, and noted the fact it was completely brimming with food, and additionally, completely untouched. Really, this happened not at every banquet, but at every meal. As Toby was simply convinced someone had slipped a disturbing potion into his mashed potatoes, or sprinkled a foreign powder on his chicken. The world was out to get him.
To be honest, and also frank, it was a bit ridiculous. And coming from the girl who lived for fictional daydreams, that was saying something. It made her wish she had other friends, someone to confide in. Sure, she stalked followed various upper classmen, but they never had any interest in her.
"Toby" Nora chirped, lips curled towards the sky in an unmistakable smile, "The food is great! You'll adore it. It's like an adventure, an um....culinary adventure." If only to enhance her point she lifted her fork, stabbed maliciously at a piece of roasted chicken, and shoved the particle in her oddly large mouth. "Mmmmm...delicious!" she continued, feeling like she was discussing dinner with a stubborn five year old child.
But Toby wasn't buying it. So she briefly turned her attention away to scan the other tables. Who she was looking for, well she wasn't sure, but there was a playmate out there, she just had to locate them. And hopefully one not afraid of potatoes, already mashed, and chicken, already cooked.
----------  Hogwarts wasn't out to get him, but the entire wizarding community. Everyone was not to be trusted, they all wanted him gone...and he wasn't even sure why. It had really all started his second year, when Nora had first come to join him. Though his mind was hazy and the memory of that day blurred, all he could really recall, was that it had changed him. The line between safe and unsafe erased, and life thrust into a chaotic state, one that seemed to only exist in his mind. Many times he had try to pry some sort of detail or some kind of image from that day, but yet he failed. And soon failure had become a thing quite the norm. Failure at life, because really, he sucked at living, at least living successfully.
"I can't eat it Nora." Toby moaned softly, eyes in the far off state that they so often were, his lips, unlike hers, turned towards the dirty ground, "You know I can't..." Part of him wanted to be able to show her he wasn't scared, but Nora was surprisingly mature, and he knew she could see right through him with those small blue eyes. Tobias couldn't help but wonder if on occasion she could read his thoughts. Like right now, how he hated where he was, sandwiched between all of these bodies. Locked up at this big wooden table, and unable to venture back to his room, where he only ever felt protected. He watched as she gave up on convincing him, and let her mind travel elsewhere. What was he becoming?
Even he knew he'd become his little sisters shadow, devoting idle hours to tracking her every move. But it was all for her, for her protection. Tobias wanted to save Nora, from what; he wasn't sure, all he knew was that it'd already gotten him.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 2:16 pm
 It was the start of a new year, and Thomas Cardew was already feeling a little worn out, although he could feel the unmistakable excitement that came with the beginning of every school term. The Great Hall was in full swing and it was a little exhausting to just be around so much energy. Yes, it was the sort of thing he had to deal with every day in teaching classes, but there was a little adjustment period between the quiet summer and start of term that usually gave him a headache.
He straightened up slightly, taking a sip from the goblet in front of him as he surveyed the Great Hall from the teachers' table. It was nice to be back. It really was. Hogwarts was a second home to everyone who went there. And this year, it would be functioning as a second home for a few others as well.
He wasn't exactly what he thought of the Triwizard Tournament. It was always an extremely competitive time, and sometimes things got nasty. But he supposed that, in the end, it did help bring them all closer together, as cliched as that might sound.
Pushing back the sleeves of his robes, he picked up his fork and resumed eating. The house elves never failed to do a marvelous job, especially when they knew that they had guests to impress. And indeed, these guests required quite a bit to keep them happy. The Triwizard Tournament was basically a match of who could do the flashiest tricks, and the first presentation this time around was Hogwarts'.
•••  Sergei Firth Rachmanikovsky was close to falling asleep in his food. Being a narcoleptic, keeping himself awake was something was very hard to do.
Yes, he had tried countless remedies, but it seemed that his sleep gene was so extremely powerful that nothing could work on it, and so he had to rely on his students to wake him up. This had, of course, caused quite a few problems throughout his career, although his classes generally behaved in a more orderly way when he decided to drop the grades of all the students who had taken advantage of his unfortunate condition to wreck the classroom. Afterwards, the only particularly notable event had been someone drawing on his face with a quill, although they had been apprehended as well.
The butterbeer really wasn't helping to keep him awake, but he kept on clinging to his mug, trying desperately to drain it to the bottom. It was terribly good butterbeer.
Once he had finished, he pretty much dropped the mug on the table, and, picking up his fork with a rather limp hand, used it to poke the person sitting next to him, eyes already partially closed. "If you please, if I fall asleep, wake me up, will you?" Of course, his accent made it sound considerably different, but the point was clear, because, as he finished, he dozed off.
•••  Pepinot Quari had his chin tucked into his chest, looking down at his food, half-heartedly poking it with his fork. He just wanted to be back in the dorms with his Sooty Owl, Milou. Milou was a sweet owl, and had probably never killed anything his life. He never brought back any mice and usually ate whatever bits of food Pepinot left him in a small porcelain bowl.
Inevitably this had led to some speculation about his sexual preferences, and he had to say that he wasn't partial to one or the other. He simply wanted to be loved. Well, more accurately, he wanted to be left alone. Dropping his fork, he ran a hand back through his hair, finally looking up and gazing around the hall. He momentarily caught the eyes of a rather happy-looking girl with brown hair and blue eyes at the Hufflepuff table. He managed a small smile and a wave, which was quite a lot considering how shy he was.
It was a few moments before he turned back to his food, looking rather much like a rabbit trying to hide from a pack of wolves, trying to make itself inconspicuous, and failing miserably.
There were so many new faces around - all the new first years, all of he Beauxbatons students, and then the Durmstrang students. It was a little ridiculous that the Great Hall could even fit all of them. He didn't remember it being this big.
•••  Amelie Jacquot couldn't help but feel several emotions as she surveyed the Hogwarts decorations. They were so different from Beauxbatons - it was... earthier, less sophisticated maybe, but also more like home. In the classical sense, of course. Her home was France. But sometimes things at Beauxbatons seemed a little cold. Beautiful, but cold. It was so hard to explain. But she had to admit the food was a bit heavy for her tastes.
Brushing a few strands of dark hair from her eyes and tucking them behind her ear, she picked up a glass of wine, and, after sipping it, frowned and produced her wand, tucking it partially up her sleeve so it wasn't too conspicuous. A few seconds later, the wine was gone and in its place was water. Contented, she took a drink and set it down upon the table, looking around her to see if there was some food of a lighter quality.
No.
Ah well. She’d have to make do. She helped herself to the nearest dishes, taking care not to take too much. It was good. Good, but heavy. That was something she’d have to adjust to.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 1:16 pm
 Morgan eyed the nearest dish warily, afraid, perhaps, that it'd jump at him if he wasn't too careful. His gaze strayed momentarily to inspect the people around him; a quiet fourth year was sitting across from him, prodding his plate of tripe as if he obtained the same impression as Morgan. Mostly, there were just fellow Durmstrang students surrounding him on either side; he felt far more comfortable in their presence.
Although Hogwarts was a lot different than Durmstrang, it was ten times as grand. Still, Durmstrang was home and his school spirit was displayed eagerly by the color of his robes. The Great Hall was in an uproar due to the Triwizard Tournament. Frankly, he couldn't wait to put his name in the goblet of fire; he was quite enthused about it.
Morgan swept a torn piece of porkchop into his mouth and chewed while Adam, a Durmstrang seventh year, tried to engage him in a conversation.
"I say, Hogwarts students are the worse for wear, wouldn't you agree?"
At this snarling comment, the fourth-year across from them looked up and gave the boy a stare that could kill. Morgan merely murmured "eh" between the mouthful of porkchop while Adam began to realize that a Hogwarts student was sitting in their line of hearing.
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David was silently thinking about things that shouldn't be thought of at such a joyous time as this. But he was hardly ever joyous, even when classes were delayed for Christmas; so, there he was, thinking thoughts that shouldn't be thought of while absentmindedly teasing his food with a sterling fork. He felt like vomiting and was quite certain that if he ate a bite of food, he would throw it back up. There was no point of eating food that wouldn't sit well in his stomach, so he watched it thoughtfully instead until he heard the question coming from a foreign mouth. His watchful stare drifted up to simmer on the person who decided to say such a hurtful thing.
"And I suppose Durmstrang students are better?" He scoffed, standing up briefly to relocate himself before he said things that he might've regretted, but when his eyes dodged about the table, he realized that there were no more unoccupied seats. So, feeling a bit foolish, he sat back down and avoided eye-contact with the two in front of, continuing to play with his food while thinking about a new subject that shouldn't be thought about at all.
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