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Post by acacia grace slade on Nov 17, 2012 11:43:19 GMT -5
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622, OPEN, ~, !
para-para-paradise
Wandering around the castle aimlessly seemed to be something Acacia did frequently. Mostly. this was due to her constant desire to stay away from the steadily growing pile of homework she always managed to acquire on what seemed to be a daily basis (of course, she was well aware that it would get a lot smaller if she actually did some of the work, but she found it hard to concentrate and had a pretty awful attention span if she was being truthful). Cia found herself wandering, not for the first time, with no real point to the walking in mind. She had nowhere to go, and the majority of her friends had left her to go and do their homework, or whatever it was they did that she didn't want to be a part of. Acacia was the adventurous type- not the sit in the common room and study type. Somehow, she managed to maintain above average grades anyway, purely down to the fact that she knew she could be kicked off the quidditch team if she let them drop too far below the norm. But trying? The only class she ever actually tried for was potions, because she honestly enjoyed it.
She stopped to catch her breath, realising she had been traipsing up the moving staircases and along a third floor corridor for the best part of a half hour now. It seemed she really did have nothing to do if this was the best way she could spend her time, and she turned to leave, only to come face to face with the statue of the humpback witch (or, rather, the statue of Gunhilda of Gorsemoor, whoever that was). Raising an eyebrow, Acacia studied the artwork of the statue for a minute, trying to remember who the witch was and what she had done that was important enough for her to have a statue erected in her honour in Hogwarts. It was a conundrum, she supposed. Really, those history of magic lessons would have come in super handy right now; if she'd ever paid attention, of course, which she didn't. Cia usually just borrowed notes off one of the other lads in her class, and copied up- it was the perfect thing, really! She got to 'learn' about history without paying any attention whatsoever, and the lads got to... got to... well, they didn't really get anything out of it, but it felt like a good little arrangement to her.
Apparently, all that note stealing hadn't really taught her anything though, because she didn't know who on Earth this witch was! She realised that a little further up the corridor hid the Gryffindor common room, and she debated just continuing on her way- but going back to the common room would really leave her with no option but to do her work, and that wasn't an attractive prospect right now (or ever) and everyone seemed to be behaving in a studious way today, and Acacia wasn't sure she wanted to be around that, so she looked back at the statue with a sigh and a frown. The witch only had one eye, which was pretty impressive, as Acacia couldn't imagine only having one eye! She wouldn't make a very sharp seeker if that ever happened, that was for sure, and she shuddered at the thought of not being on the team, before prodding the statue once with her wand. Nothing happened, but for the shower of sparks that left the tip of her wand and that was nothing strange. Acacia sighed again. "Not very interesting are you?" she voiced aloud to the statue, not even pausing to think how crazy she would seem.
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Post by James Ignotus Potter on Nov 23, 2012 9:00:30 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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But then again, for anyone who had became an Animagus – illegally – without any form of help or guidance – and let’s be honest, learning with two other students who were your age wasn’t exactly ‘guidance’ – and then helped create a magical map of the school and grounds that depicted where every single person was at that exact time; yeah, normal class lessons were extremely boring. Of course, he couldn’t just go telling his Professor’s of his achievements outside the classroom. Because that would be admitting to a whole lot of rule breaking. And to the fact that Peter, Sirius, and himself knew about Remus’ secret. Though, he was pretty sure the teachers had to have known about that one. But considering he doubted that anyone else knew about it, he really wasn’t that surprised.
And regardless of how good their well intentioned plans were, they were still extremely dangerous. But he could easily remember the look on Remus’ face when they had first showed him the end results of so many years worth of secret learning and practice. Admittedly, Peter had had the most problems and for a while they hadn’t thought he’d be able to do it. But they had patiently helped him through the trickier parts. And he could really see a difference in Remus over the last year compared to the previous years after a full moon. He was more happy… excited. He didn’t look so exhausted or ill. And he and Sirius were big enough in Animagus form that they could easily control a werewolf.
But they still had their own risks they had to play with. Just because they weren’t in danger of being infected as animals, didn’t mean that they were immune to other various injuries. James had a nice sized scar on his right hip that arched up into the small of his back from one of their earliest days. They had still been learning how to control Remus then.
James felt their biggest accomplishment was that no one was any the wiser in the castle. How they had managed the extra work on top of their school work, finding time to pull pranks on everyone, and James playing Quidditch; he wasn’t entirely sure. But they had managed it. There own private little joke really – one that would never be known. Another of their greatest accomplishments was the Marauder’s Map. It was a handy little thing to have. And when they used it with his Invisibility Cloak, there were no parts of the castle that they couldn’t go to. Hogwarts was literally their playground.
He was currently making his way up the third floor corridor heading to the Common Rooms after having a quick snack in the Kitchens. He LOVED having free periods. Okay, so his free periods weren’t meant to be used for sleeping and eating… but he had all his homework done, and he really didn’t need to study for anything. And he wasn’t doing nothing when he was eating. He was thinking of his future: or rather, what he wanted to do with it. James still had no idea what he wanted to do after Hogwarts, which wasn’t a god thing. He only had one year left at the school. Yes, only one. Before he knew it, this year would be over and he’d be a seventh year.
His options were already limited by the classes he was taking. But he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to do what he wanted to do…. Confusing, no? He wanted to fight the self proclaimed ‘Dark Lord’. So naturally, becoming an Auror was the way to go. But at the same time, he couldn’t see himself using Unforgiveables on people just to interrogate them. He’d been shocked as hell when he’d seen that in the Daily Prophet.
"Not very interesting are you?"
He looked up, hearing the question. Okay… no one was around to talk to him. He turned around the corner and saw Acacia next to the statue of the humpbacked witch. A small grin appeared on his features, just thinking about what that statue was actually hiding: which made it interesting. “What makes you think that, Cia?” he asked her, his hands shoved casually into his pockets.
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