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Post by johnathan lupin on Jun 6, 2009 16:59:35 GMT -5
John walked down the third floor corridor. He let out a sigh, as he made a turn and found himself in the trophy room. The hall of Heroes the greats wizards, and witches that ever walked these halls. He wished he could have his name on on something in here. But that wasn't going to happen, he wasn't that great at too much of anything he was just a simple boy, the youngest of three, the one often over looked.
He was pretty good at Qudditch, but not trophy worthy. He'd never get his name in here even, if he wanted. He leaned on one of the cabinets and let out sigh. His hand went up and ran it through his dark blond locks. He was a shy boy, perhaps thats why he was put in Hufflepuff. He still didn't know. He just wanted a friend right. He didn't have many friends, perhaps because he was shy? He wasn't really one to put himself out there. He mostly just sit and read. John loved a good book.
In fact right now it was odd for him to be some place that wasn't the library. But everyone needed the a Change of pace. That's what he was after right now, of course he hopped someone was around. But right now that wasn't the case. He just closed his eyes and listened to the surroundings. For the moment always quiet, and that was they way he liked it, even if he did want a friend right now.
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Post by Lucinda Prewett on Jun 6, 2009 18:51:22 GMT -5
It had been quite a long week for Lucy Prewett and the young woman was more than thrilled that it was finally over. She had just finished her final class of the week, Charms, and was on her way down the corridor back to the Hufflepuff common room in the dungeon. She would not remain confined indoors for long, however. It had been a rather overcast week, which was not unusual in England, and the sun was finally peeking through the clouds. The young blonde could not wait to get outside to enjoy the gentle warmth of a sunny fall day. She would drop her books off in her room and do away with the heavier robe she was wearing due to the cool morning before running outside as soon as possible. She decided as she walked to fetch her broom as well. Quidditch practice had been canceled that week due to the rain and Lucy was itching to get back in the air.
As always, a small part of her was dreading climbing down those damp stairs to the dungeon. It must have been someone's idea of a cruel joke to put the common rooms of both Hufflepuff and Slytherin in the same location. She was fully aware of the tension that filled the air whenever yellow and green met in the corridor. The temperaments of the two houses were just so - different. Most of the Slytherins came from families who supported Gellert Grindelwald and his - interesting - views. Lucy's family was one of those. A majority of the Hufflepuffs came from families that did not support Grindelwald, and many of them were unable to stand up to the vicions Slytherins that they passed.
No one ever said anything directly against Lucinda Prewett, however. It was considered a fluke that she had ended up in Hufflepuff to begin with and most people outside of her house considered her to be the Sorting Hat's one mistake. The Prewetts were a well respected, Pureblooded family that had traditionally gone to Slytherin. There was an occasional Ravenclaw thrown into the mix, but that too was considered acceptable. No one seemed to know how Lucy became a Hufflepuff. Lucy, on the other hand, could not be happier with her house. For the most part, the friendliest people in Hogwarts were in her house and that was what was important to her, rather than family allegiance. Still, she did hate the strange looks she received at family gatherings or from the Slytherins walking down the hall. Generally, they liked her because she was a Prewett, but they certainly did not consider her to be one of them.
As far as her family's allegiances and beliefs, Lucinda had yet to make up her mind about how she felt about them. Thankfully, she was still young enough to not be expected to sign her life away to a cause. Her parents referred to her quidditch playing and her house as a "phase."
As she walked, a group of girls passed Lucy and smiled. They were Gryffindors, but knew Lucy well from her outgoing personality. Lucy returned their smile with a broad grin of her own and continued walking. A few blonde strands fell in front of her blue eyes and, reaching up, she pulled her hair back and threw it behind her shoulders. As she did so, another blonde caught her eye. Johnathan Lupin was in the trophy room, staring up and looking rather dejected. Lucy had learned from experience at Hogwarts that people went to the trophy room for two reasons. The first was to steal a few private kisses with a love interest and the second was when someone was feeling bad about something and needed some sort of inspiration. Since she did not see a girl in the room with him and could not imagine her quidditch teammate sneaking off with a girl, she figured it was the latter reason.
Veering her path to the left, she stood in the trophy room doorway, leaning against the frame, her books held up against her chest. "Getting revved up to beat Gryffindor next week, Johnny?" Lucy asked with a pleasant smile to her fellow chaser.
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Post by johnathan lupin on Jun 10, 2009 19:12:41 GMT -5
His eyes still closed as he stood there. He heard someone say his name or more of one of his nicknames. John opened his eyes, and turned to see the pretty Hufflepuff and fellow Chaser. Lucy. He smiled softly "Yea I was. I'd just like to see my name on one of these trophy's But I'm not really that great" He said shyly. John had never been all that great with girls, he'd always feel really shy around them no matter who they were. He sighed. He was twelve. Never had his first kiss. He'd like one. But he knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon, he wasn't going to push it.
His hazel colored eyes on Lucy, it was happening again he didn't know what to say. He bit his lip lightly. After a moment he went with something simple. "How are you?" cursing himself in his thoughts of how stupid that was. He looked at her and waited for the answer. He felt rather stupid though. As how he had just sorta said something so idiotic. His eyes fell downward, to his shoes. He couldn't keep his eyes on her he felt to embarrassed by himself. He only hoped that he wasn't blushing, but he was pretty sure that he was.
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