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Post by Mitch Taylor on Jul 27, 2011 20:00:22 GMT -5
Mitch was done unpacking his things after the Sorting Ceremony. He was exhausted, but at the same time a bit restless. Leaving the Ravenclaw common room he made his way swiftly down to the fourth floor. There was no significance to the floor, he just happened to find himself there, roaming the halls aimlessly without purpose or reason. Quietly walking he let his mind wander since he heard no one else in the corridor.
Thinking about this year and what he'd do. Glad that O.W.L.s were out of sight and out of mind. Thinking about the new people he'd meet, making sure Dustin was fitting in well, paying extra attention in Transfiguration, maybe finding someone worth while. He'd never bothered with that before, but he figured it was about time he stopped letting the books run his life. This year seemed like a free year.
The brown haired boy sighed and shook his head lightly at the sound of approaching footsteps. He looked ahead trying to see who it was. He wasn't really expecting anyone to be wandering around. That train ride usually landed people in their beds or socializing in the common room.
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Post by Samantha Cleopatra Snape on Jul 27, 2011 22:02:07 GMT -5
Sam sighed, as she traversed the halls. It was utterly stupid, she thought, to have the prefects do their rounds on the first night of term, but whatever... She wasn't in charge, so she would just deal with the orders as they came. She and her fellow fifth year prefect had been assigned the rounds tonight, and so they had devided the castle up amongst themselves. He would take the upper floors and towers, while Sam had their home dungeons, the kitchens, and the first few floors. She knew she wouldn't be taking her job seriously tonight, but supposed she should at least look as if she were.
Her shoes made soft scuffing sounds, as she walked the fourth floor corridor. Her hands were tucked into her trouser pockets, and though she had pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail during the train ride, she had let it out sometimes during the feast, so that the haphazardly-cut strands of blood red hair fell however they wished. Thinking of the feast made the cross-dressed girl (she wore the boys uniform as she hated skirts) cringe slightly. She had pointedly ignored both the food, and the looks she had received from her few housemates that pretended to care. Of course, a good glare had set them ignoring her again, but she couldn't help feel that someone had been watching her.
She supposed that it could have been her father, but really didn't want to consider that possibility at the moment.
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Post by Mitch Taylor on Jul 28, 2011 7:24:35 GMT -5
Mitch continued his walk. His blue eyes set on the corridor before him, searching for whoever was coming in his direction. The closer he got the clearer the figure became. He saw an outline of a boys uniform, but saw that the person had blood red hair and he couldn't help but smile. It was his friend Samantha. He'd know her since his second year. He continued at his casual pace but gave a small wave. "Hey Sam." He came to a stop in front of her. He hadn't had time to talk to her before the Sorting Ceremony or after for that matter, but now he had a chance to catch up with her.
He looked down both ends of the corridor and then back to her. "I hear you're a prefect this year." He leaned against the side of the wall pulling his hands from his pocket and folding them across his chest. Mitch wondered what she was doing out and about. Patrolling probably. He didn't think it was that late though. It wasn't an oh well moment, but he didn't really care. He just wanted to catch up.
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Post by Samantha Cleopatra Snape on Jul 28, 2011 16:21:23 GMT -5
Sam had quickly noticed the other person, and inwardly groaned. She had been hoping that no-one would be out and about tonight, but it seemed that she was wrong. The closer she came, the more she could identify the person. Ravenclaw robes... Sandy hair, slate-blue eyes... A slight smirk twitched at the corner of her mouth for a moment. Mitch Taylor, one of her two best friends, but arguably her first best friend. When they came within less than a meter of one another, and by which time Sam was sure her had recognized her, she noted his voiced greeting.
She allowed her smirk to half form, as she spoke. "Hey yourself, Mitch." As she returned the greeting, the tall redhead leaned against the wall as well, though with her back pressed to the stone, rather than her shoulder as Mitch had done. When he made the comment about her being a prefect, she simply nodded, but then decided to respond verbally anyways. "So it seems... I'm not entirely sure I'm cut out for it, but I think I got the position as some kind of test from my father." She grimaced slightly.
"I guess he wants to know if I'm really as responsible as I claim to be," she wouldn't mention that this 'claim' was supported by the fact that she did most of the house work at their Spinner's End home. "Well, anyways, I guess I'll just do it and get it done; may not even accept next year." She shrugged, wanting to seem noncommittal, but in reality she knew she would do her very best, if only to make her father proud of her. "That stuff aside, though, how've you been? Your summer was entertaining, I trust?"
Her lips twitched into a small, slightly crooked smile, as she watched and waited for Mitch's response to any of her words, her blood-red hair falling over her shoulders and some into her face as she turned her head.
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Post by Mitch Taylor on Jul 29, 2011 22:04:22 GMT -5
Mitch simply nodded. He didn't know what to say about that. Snape in his opinion was a tough cookie to deal with. He couldn't imagine having the man as a father. If it was a test, he was sure she'd pass. That thought didn't need to be voice. He was sure she had this. He raised an eyebrow as she said something about being responsible. Maybe he should have voiced his less than mild encouragement. "I've known you for five years, you'll breeze through this." There was a difference between a written test and a physical one, but there was no doubt in Mitch's mind.
Mitch shrugged. Summer. How could he describe it. No magic, no friends to talk to about magic. And then he'd spent a while at the Ministry of Magic. Summer hadn't been all that great this year. Had it ever. Then again his parents had taken him, Dustin, and Dylan camping and he'd gotten a summer job working at the pool. Maybe summer hadn't been that bad after all. "Entertaining in a down hill, up hill kind of way," he finally answered. The sixth year swore he did more thinking in his head than he did actually speaking and indeed it was true. Even with Samantha he couldn't completely get out of his awkwardness.
"How was your summer?" He asked looking to get off the subject of his own summer. He looked at the opposite wall. Maybe her summer was more interesting than his own.
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