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Post by George Knox on Mar 14, 2009 8:35:31 GMT -5
George had been gone for a while to say the least. Mostly because his conscience had been lazy and had no muse for him but never mind that. George had to make a visit back home after the death of his grandmother even if it meant missing some school. He’d never been too fussed on classes so it wasn’t much of a disappointment for him. He certainly wasn’t like his brother who his parents kept telling him to be like. George and his brother didn’t really get on that well but there was still that underlying bit of respect they had for each other. They were family afterall so they tried to get along for the sakes of everyone else. The dislike between them was for petty reasons but it had all mounted up and escalated into something more.
Being more like his brother always sounded like a bad idea to him and he planned on staying the way he was. George was like that for a reason so why change to please someone else. On a lighter note business was taken care of back home and it was time for George to return to school. He hadn’t been too impressed on the idea but at least he could have a wander around the grounds and get settled straight back in before anything else. Armed with his bags George approached the overly large castle that had been his home for much of the last five years of his life.
Unlike the first day of a term it was up to George to take his own case up to his room which had started to collect dust during his absence. Too lazy to clean George swiped the dust off a few of his belongings before wandering out of his dorm and down to the grounds. He would sort his stuff out later once he was in the mood for it. He was now in the mood for getting back out there and attempt to find someone to chat to. George wasn’t that well known around the school but hopefully he would make some new friends or perhaps manage to see a couple of his already good friends. George loved his family but being stuck with them could often get too much. They were quite an interesting and embarrassing bunch except for his older sisters who were probably the only normal ones including himself.
Entering the forest George wandered around for a bit before taking a seat on an old tree stump. Despite all the dangerous creatures that lived around the forest had always been a favourite place of his and he’d often just go and sit out there for the sheer hell of it. It wasn’t all to exciting but it was better than being cooped up in his tiny dorm all day. Looking through the canopy at the faint sun George was glad to be back no matter how much he had procrastinated to himself that he hated school.
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Post by Zachary Pyler on Mar 28, 2009 15:00:00 GMT -5
Pyler walked dismally out of the ravenclaw common room and down the great marble staircase past eh great hall and out the doors of the castle. He was limping and covered in bandages from the previous night's battle. Healing charms can only do so much, you know. He was prepared for the cold this time, he had on a thick cloak he had bought over the Christmas break in France which covered the rest of his thick, expensive, imported wardrobe.
The sight of the snow covered grounds always gave Pyler a peace of mind, not to mention the chilled air was good for the giant black eye, and cut across his face. He decided he wanted to practice dark magic, this time in a location a little more desolate than the trophy room. The Forbidden Forest.
His black leather gloves reached into his cloak to retrieve his 11 inch narrow-bodied wand for defensive purposes, after all they didn't call it the forbidden forest for fun, now did they? As his leather boots broke the once perfect sheet of white snow on the ground Zachary twisted deeper and deeper into the forest.
To his surprise Pyler looked up from the snow to see a very bright blue out of the corner of his eye, he instinctively turned, wand at the ready, this time holding fire; he learned his lesson. Through his swollen and beaten eyes he made out what appeared to be another ravenclaw boy sitting on a tree stump, looking directly at him.
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