Ravenclaw
5th Year
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Post by Perry Whitaker on May 5, 2016 22:12:47 GMT -5
Perry was not gifted by any means, and he knew as much. He harbored no delusions of grandeur and had no intention of ever sampling any of his...creations?..masterpieces? He didn't know what to call them, but they were his dirty little secret. One of his dirty little secrets. The others were locked away in his trunk back at the Ravenclaw dorms. Perry held a quill between his index and middle finger, tapping away at the table and chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully while staring into space. The hardest part was always getting started. Once he tackled the first verse the rest would flow like the river Nile.
Wizards, witches, trolls, and ghouls. We at Hogwarts yo, there ain't no rules. You wanna go to class? Best watch it lass, coz' LLCoolPeen gonna smack dat ass...
Perry smirked and held a hand over his mouth to stifle his own laughter. It was genius, pure unadulterated genius. He hunched over in his seat and began jotting down his thoughts like a mad scientist. If anyone else in the library took notice it would probably seem as though he was engrossed in an essay; although, he doubted anyone ever displayed such enthusiasm over a homework assignment. Whatever, who cares? He was in the zone.
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Ravenclaw
4th Year
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not on my watch
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Post by Dale Roberts on May 6, 2016 12:21:24 GMT -5
These days it seemed like every Ravenclaw was well.. a complete and total dunce. He wondered if maybe the old hat was perhaps broken, too tattered, beyond repair and it just kind of shouted things at random. GRYFFINDOR.. RAVENCLAW.. SAUSAGES. Or it was quite possible the old thing got bored of its one and only task and decided to just fuck with everyone, put the dumbest in ravenclaw, put the bravest in hufflepuff, that sort of thing. I mean.. it was possible.. right? Because at this rate he had very little hope in his own house every accomplishing anything more than merely getting by.
That was.. until he spotted Perry. Dale watched with curiosity, one table over at the Ravenclaw so engrossed in his work. So much dedication, and attention placed. An essay? he mused as he stared with such awe at a housemate he didn't quite know. How had he never met such a bright and intelligent companion before. It amazed him. All he'd dealt with up until this point were trouble makers and hippies.
Finally.. someone worthy of his friendship. Dale readjusted his tie, making sure it fit perfectly in place, tucked beneath his crisp ironed collar that sat so erect it looked like it was held up by cardboard.. which it was. There was no better way to achieve such a crisp collar than keeping the cardboard beneath it.
He made his way over, slow, and feeling bashful. A friend... he mused. How strange it felt to actually get excited over. He'd planned it already, the grand entrance, first he'd brush past him and happen to read his essay on.. lets say, advanced potion making or charms 101 and then he'd insert a bright and witty comment and they'd laugh and sit down and be best mates. What he didn't expect, was that he'd be staring down at some pretty awful poetry. Dale's face contorted slightly as he read the words 'smack dat ass' and instantly felt a sense of disappointment for the future of society.
"I'm not entirely sure 'smack dat ass' would be the appropriate response to attending class. Have you ever gone to class? In what world would that ever be socially acceptable?!" He balked at the absurdity of it all. He couldn't believe how cheated he felt that this was no genius future best friend in the making, but an idiot who couldn't spell. "Perhaps if you spent more time actually paying attention in class instead of writing up these little 'poems' of yours you'd actually be aware of it. But alas, Ravenclaw is doomed and I am the only one worthy to redeem it" he sighed the last part, more to himself than to Perry and walked off dramatically, with his head raised high like the pompous ass he was.
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Slytherin
6th Year
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in an isolated system entropy can only increase
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Post by Lachlan Strangways on May 12, 2016 20:34:37 GMT -5
Lachlan had been in the library looking up arithmancy texts. He needed a distraction and getting up close and personal with trigonometry seemed a good way to go about it. It was just as he was turning from the shelves that he witnessed the painful interaction between Roberts and Whitaker. Damn, that kid had problems. Yet, he couldn't help feeling sorry for him. Dale was like a more uptight version of Edmund... or possibly a less uptight version of Edmund. A small crease developed between Lachlan's brows as he tried to figure out whether his brother acted like a robot because he hated all humans or because he simply didn't give a shit. He shook his head, there was no use thinking like that; it wasn't like anyone would ever figure it out. In any case, Lachlan dropped his books and rushed to catch up with the kid, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Eh, calm down, lad," he advised, despite knowing that there was no way someone like Dale was going to take advice from anyone, especially not someone like him. "T'aint no point getting yourself all mithered about what other people are doing, aye?" Dale Roberts
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