Severus Snape
First Year
Slytherin
I can't help but wonder how this will turn out.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jun 17, 2010 23:22:25 GMT -5
He hesitated for a moment before allowing her to help him up. "I agree," he said, thinking the courtyard sounded perfect. He needed to look some things over anyway and it would be nice to just relax and talk for a bit, away from all this noise. "Well then, ready when you are," he said, gesturing for her to lead the way, out of manners.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jun 19, 2010 1:26:16 GMT -5
Finding a spot at the Gryffindor table, peter started pulling together the makings of a Full English breakfast: bacon, eggs, bangers, and sausage. He also poured himself some orange juice. While he was eating, he looked over at the entrance to the Great hall, and saw the girl who had helped him the previous night. Flanked by some of her friends, she almost didn’t notice him until they reached the table. “Looks like you found your way all right. You’re off to a good start,” she said sweetly, beaming at him again. He smiled back at her and said, “It’s all thanks to you. By the way, what’s your name?”
Slightly surprised at her poor manners, she answered him, “Kierstin Spencer, and I already know yours is Peter Pettigrew. I saw it on your schedule, remember?” Peter nodded lamely back at her, suddenly feeling his face getting warm. Kierstin then walked off with her group of friends, heading farther down the table to eat. When peter finished eating, he grabbed his bag and left the Great Hall, eager to get to his first class: Charms.
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Night Grey
First Year
Slytherin
I'm not small. I'm fun sized.
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Post by Night Grey on Jun 20, 2010 19:06:29 GMT -5
Night stood and smiled softly walking ahead. The small female led the male the way towards the courtyard. She was humming to herself and thinking. Hanging out with him is so awesome. I hope we can do this more.
(OOC: on to the courtyard!!!)
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 18, 2010 23:33:09 GMT -5
Dastan stepped into the Great Hall with a big yawn; he felt a bit better now as far as the sickness was concerned. His nose wasn't quite as stuffed, and while he still ached all over, he certainly didn't feel like rolling over and dying.
No, his primary source of discomfort this day (there was always something, wasn't there?) were his hands, which he had wrapped in a thin layer of bandages, the redness from the burns just barely peeking out of his bandaging job. Every time he move the fingers, a sharp pain would shoot through his hands. He didn't know how he was going to eat, but he'd figure something out. He was much more concerned with how much Astin would freak out about them. Knowing the blonde, he wouldn't take this lightly.
Moving over to the Slytherin Table, Dastan wondered if Astin would even come over and eat there with him. Some days, he did, others, he would stick to the Hufflepuff table. A part of him hoped that the blonde would stay with the Hufflepuffs, but who knew? There was never any telling with Astin.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 18, 2010 23:44:50 GMT -5
Astin entered the Great Hall with three Hufflepuff students already on his tail. Why wasn't he colder? He wished he was capable of being more like Das. After all, Dastan never had people trailing after him. But it was like these kids expected him to be able to help with their classes and their personal lives and fucking everything. When would they realize that he himself had issues with lessons and he was in love with someone he could never have and sometimes he still got lost, when no one was around and he was on patrol, but he'd never admit it out loud?
Hoping that going to the Slytherin table would make them go away, he walked over to Dastan.
"Hey, Dastan. Feeling an-- what happened to your hands?" He grabbed Dastan's wrist, turning over the bandaged hands as if that would help. "What sort of trouble did you get yourself into this time, and why wasn't I invited?" he asked, only half-serious, as he slipped into the seat next to his friend.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 18, 2010 23:51:37 GMT -5
Dastan hissed when Astin grabbed his wrists, but tried to cover the wince he was making with a passive look. "I got burned by a book; no big deal." Dastan gently extracted his hand from Astin's grip and tried to pick up his fork. The movement didn't help with the pain department, but this time, he had expected it, and so had been able to hide his discomfort a little bit better.
"But I'm feeling a lot better," he continued, loading his plate with some food, "Still a little stuffy and achy, but it's a process."
At least he'd been able to finally get himself to fall asleep, though. He'd rather enjoyed the reprieve, even if it had only lasted about three hours before he'd had to get up and get to breakfast before classes. Three hours was certainly better than nothing, which generally seemed to be the case.
"Did you sleep well last night?" he said, to get the topic onto something else.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 0:08:48 GMT -5
"I got burned by a book; no big deal."
"You... got burned by a book. Right." Astin watched out of the corner of his eye as Dastan looked distinctly uncomfortable with only gripping his fork. He pressed his lips together. Stupid kid, not even admitting that he was hurt.
Astin spread some jam on his toast while Dastan clamed he was feeling fine. At least he admitted that he wasn't in the best of shape. He may have been acting stupid, but he was at least not stupid enough to straight-up lie to Astin when it came to his well-being. Astin was finally getting better and better at seeing through this mask that Das created to keep people out. Sometimes he even felt like he had the pleasure of being inside that mask.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"Not really. I stayed up to finish that stupid essay, then I couldn't sleep," Astin admitted. He cast a look back to Dastan's hands. "I think I have some burn ointment in my trunk, and maybe some Muggle painkillers. Want me to drop by before class?"
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 19, 2010 0:29:32 GMT -5
"I think I have some burn ointment in my trunk, and maybe some Muggle painkillers. Want me to drop by before class?"
"I...yes. That would be helpful," Dastan said, looking away. He felt so dumb. There was always something wrong with him. He wondered, not for the first time, why Astin even bothered putting up with him. He wouldn't put up with him, that was for sure. "Sorry your sleep wasn't any good last night; mine was better than usual, actually. I actually slept for three hours."
Dastan gingerly lifted his fork to his mouth, taking a bite of his eggs. His fingers felt clumsy and stupid. He didn't like it. But he would get over it; he got over everything. Already, his immune system was kicking his cold out. It was only a matter of time. And he'd never had muggle painkillers before, but he would certainly appreciate anything he could get at this point. Burns sucked. He wished he wasn't a prefect; then he could get back at the brat that did this without any conflict with his duties.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 0:56:00 GMT -5
"Alright, I'll make sure I have time to run by," Astin said with a smile, taking a huge bite of toast and the best blackberry jam ever. Dastan was looking contemplative. He wondered once more what was going through his head. Perhaps Astin could place his emotions, but not his thoughts. Dastan's mind was always on a far different track than his own, it seemed. He doubted they'd ever run side-by-side. Maybe one day they could briefly intersect, but then they'd be off again in a flash.
Astin rolled his eyes, setting his toast down and taking a drink of orange juice. Where was his brain going? He wasn't the one usually thinking that way. He'd always thought that they-- well, mostly he-- could make it work if they tried, and he still firmly believed that. It was just, after his sleepless night, he felt quite a bit pessimistic about, well, everything. He shook away that feeling and turned toward Das with another smile.
"So how prepared are you for OWLs?" Astin asked. He already figured that Dastan was probably prepared for NEWTs, even, but his brain was dead. He couldn't particularly think of anything else to talk about, and he couldn't be bothered to try, really.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 19, 2010 1:09:20 GMT -5
"So how prepared are you for OWLs?"
Dastan shrugged. "I haven't given them much thought, but I'm sure they'll be a cinch. I'm doing well in all of my classes, at least. In fact, they're teaching me stuff that I had mastered in like, second year. So, yeah. I'm pretty confident. You?"
Dastan finally gave up his fight to eat, deciding that the pain in his hands was too much to deal with for the sake of food that he wasn't even all that hungry for in the first place. He never was hungry when he was sick. It was like, an appetite suppressant, being sick. And as much as he'd like to think he was completely better, he knew he wasn't, and so he would eat when he damn well felt like it.
Sighing and pushing his plate away with the butt of his hands, Dastan looked around the Great Hall, wondering what else to say. Not finding anything to be of interest, he simply decided to wait for Astin's response to how prepared he was for his own OWLs.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 1:26:35 GMT -5
Astin shrugged. "I've been doing better, I think. DADA will be easy. Charms should be okay, and Transfiguration will be fine if I get lucky enough. It's fucking Potions," he groaned, strongly resisting the urge to slam his head against the table. "Why do I have to suck at an important class? I could be hopeless at, like, Astronomy or something, but no." Truth be told, Astronomy wasn't his best class, but it was still better than Potions. He sighed. "But, well, that's life."
Astin finished up his toast. This was a rather boring breakfast. When had they gotten boring? They needed to do something... new and exciting. But Astin couldn't think of anything. He sighed and put his chin in his hands.
"Das, what haven't we done yet? We've been like everywhere, haven't we." It was a statement, not a question. What could they possibly do that was novel? He tapped his cheek. There had to be something... but he couldn't think of anything. "Let's go get your meds for now, okay?"
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 19, 2010 1:40:44 GMT -5
"Das, what haven't we done yet? We've been like everywhere, haven't we. Let's go get your meds for now, okay?"
Dastan nodded and stood, flinging his bag painfully onto his shoulder. "I don't know what we haven't done, but I'm sure there's some exploring that we haven't done yet, right? There are about a million hidden passages inside of Hogwarts. One of them has to be something interesting, doesn't it?"
Of course, the last time they'd found an 'interesting' hidden passage, they'd nearly ended up ice gremlin meat, then had nearly been devoured by a stupid sea creature, and then they'd found the stupid box that had turned their lives upside down. It wasn't possible for him and Astin to have an adventure that didn't end with one or both of them ending up in the Hospital Wing. Although, admittedly, they'd never been hospitalized at the same time. There was that, right?
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 1:55:53 GMT -5
Astin cast Dastan a look, but he was grinning. "You're recovering from a cold and your hands are useless, and you still want to go exploring?" he said. "You're absolutely nuts." The words ords themselves aside, the comment was a fond one. "You know, I think you really do have a death wish."
Astin couldn't wipe the smile off his face now. Dastan was an idiot. A stupid, stupid idiot. An idiot that he was very happy was his best friend. He wouldn't rather get into trouble with anyone else anymore, as cheesy Disney-movie as that sounded. He'd never quite had a friend he was so attached to, even with his romantic feelings not taken into account.
However, he still wasn't so sure about this with the condition that Dastan was in. How much did he really want to push his luck?
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 19, 2010 2:10:01 GMT -5
"You're recovering from a cold and your hands are useless, and you still want to go exploring? You're absolutely nuts. You know, I think you really do have a death wish."
Dastan gave Astin a sideways smirk. "I don't have a death wish; I simply like having fun. And my hands aren't useless. Pained, yes, but not useless. And the cold is nothing, now. Besides, even if we run into danger in our explorations, you're good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, right? You can protect us for once," Dastan said.
Dastan had no intent of sitting idly by while Astin did the fighting no matter how badly off he was, of course, but still. He trusted the blonde to be able to take care of himself in a fight. As long as that fight wasn't against a Death Eater, that was. Because no matter how good one was supposedly at DADA, Death Eaters didn't play by the rules, and they had no qualms with torturing and killing anyone who got in their way. Other creatures? He was sure they'd be fine. They had survived all of their other encounters at least. Sometimes just barely, but generally, things worked out for them.
And Dastan hated to admit it, but he was bored. He needed a good distraction, useless hands be damned.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 2:26:17 GMT -5
Astin grinned, poking Dastan's shoulder. "You trust me," he teased. "Remember the first time I sat here? You wanted to blow my brains out!" Astin directed his attention to a Slytherin first-year, one who was terrified of Das, if memory served correctly. "He wanted to kill me, too, you know. Your Prefect's a jerk." He knew involving other people in the conversation would possibly irk Das a bit, so he turned back with a cheesy grin.
"Even other Slytherins hate you, you know. You should try to fix that. Or at least try to stop being such an insufferable git all the time." Knowing that was a lost cause, Astin didn't press the matter anymore. He simply stood, ready to head off to his room for a quick pick-up.
"Alright, are you coming with me?"
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