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  3. Dorjee Shire Sherpa

    Goodbye is not forever

    Trembling hands grasped his grandmother's as Dorjee perched on the edge of her bed in the cramped second bedroom of their flat. His absences for school were keenly felt now that he was two weeks from the end of yet another holiday and his time with her was even more limited than he'd imagined. Sangmu had written often of their grandmother's failing health over the previous two terms, and had even taken a sabbatical from school herself to help around the home since their parents were busy with work. Things had taken a turn for the worse since Dorjee had come home from Hogwarts and now it appeared it was her time. He was strangely at peace with the situation, recognizing that she was well into her 80s and western medicine had its limitations. She smiled up at him following another round of weak coughs. "Dorjee, my boy," she whispered in Sherpa, brushing a tear from his cheek. "I am so proud of you. You make us all proud." "I- I don't understand," he replied. "I'm not even at the top of my class or- or anything." How could they be so proud, as his grandmother claimed, when he had only recently begun getting decent at spells. He was no Julian, who was a master at everything, or Hazel, whose goodness and kindness spread like the only type of infection one wanted to catch. Dorjee rode in the middle of the pack and, honestly, preferred it that way. His weird accent and simple being as a Sherpa kid were enough to draw unwanted looks and attention from the student body on their own. "It's not about being the best," grandmother coughed. "It's about being true to yourself and honoring the family. In that, you do all that we could ever wish." Dorjee's lower lip trembled as she closed her eyes. Would it be the last time? As much as he knew it was for the best, he loved his grandmother and always had. She had always believed in him and when he had confessed that he was a wizard and attending a magical school, she had accepted this part of his life just as she had accepted their move to England and his father's accident. Losing her would hurt.
  4. Box Tree

    I wish you would make like a tree and leaf

    Spruce barely deigned to acknowledge Box. This was perfectly fine for him, as it gave him a second to compose himself and find something to do other than stare at nothing. Or so he thought, anyway, until the door to their compartment opened a second later to reveal Pine. Great. “Yeah, gross,” he mumbled his agreement, throwing his head against the seat so he could look at the ceiling. And it was, he was just irked by the fact that, despite wanting to be on the train about as much as Box did, his twin was already distracted by the first thing that had passed his way. And more importantly, Pine’s eyes seemed dry. It also made Spruce finally take notice. Box straightened up as the other boy spoke. “Was that sarcasm?” He narrowed his eyes, but before he could come up with a comeback, a third person walked into their compartment and, without even stopping to ask if she could sit there (which, sure, Box had also done, but Spruce was his cousin), started introducing herself with what seemed like a little speech. Box tried to catch Pine’s eye. Was she having a joke at their expense by making up a place? Wincing slightly as Spruce gave her their names, Box crossed his arms and tried to pre-empt any comments she might make. “You sound Irish.”
  5. Hazel Wheeler

    moments passed

    The summer sun had changed her skin to look like it had been kissed. Kissed with freckles and a beautiful, rosy glow of relaxation. She had grown a few inches, her knobbly knees now just a gateway from the curve of her hips to the definition of her shins. Hazel was growing up into the definition of a young woman, and her mother kept commenting on how she was blossoming. Hazel had compared herself to flowers many a time - from the delicate flutter of her hair matched the soft dip of a petal or how her brown eyes had warm flecks of Scottish wildflowers. Never had she heard someone else compare her to the world she had buried herself in. Maybe she was but a rosebud waiting to blossom. "Hazelnut," her dad was gruff and solemn everytime she left, "Can you grab that trolly for me, love?" It was always sad in the Wheeler house the days before she returned to school (except for Charlie who was a bloody pain in Hazel's side, but she would drag Giles around by his neck if he did anything to her brother), and Hazel always had to get accustomed to the way the smile on her parent's faces always dwindled a bit everytime they entered Kings Cross. And if anything, her mum got more emotional with age. She left them with kisses and hugs and the promise of a letter as soon as possible, and then she was on the train. Bigglesworth was particularly chatty from his cage and her trunk thumped behind her in a rhythmic beat as she searched for any possible area to hide away. The compartment door slid open with ease, but she still tumbled in with about as much grace as she can manage with Bigglesworth hooting like a madman. By the time she managed to get her trunk up onto one of the racks - in a sundress and ballet flats that slide off the back of her heels, mind you - Bigglesworth nipped repeatedly at the metal bars and the door of the compartment started to open again. Hazel huffed as she settled back into the soles of her flats, pushing stray waves of hair out of her face to catch the gaze of a familiar face. She smiled - looking at him as if he was the person she'd been waiting for all along - and his name slipped from her lips like she had repeated it in her dreams so many times before, "Simon!"
  6. Eli Benoit

    Seminar: Don't Drop the Quaffle!

    Post 5, 122 words claiming intended recipient of JJ's interception "Yes, of course." Eli replied, when a newcomer asked if he could join. It wasn't his seminar. He didn't really have any say in what happened, but it was a snap reaction. He was always willing to welcome people in to things, and it was a happier thought than dwelling on the fact that he might not be good at this. Case in point, another older Ravenclaw girl came out of nowhere and caught a pass intended for him. "I know what an interception is." Eli muttered. She didn't have to announce it and draw attention to it. It was several more minutes before the quaffle came back to him and he was able to catch it and pass it on again.
  7. Eli Benoit

    Seminar: Spectacular Snitches

    Post 5, 114 words Eli was watching to see if any of the other students found something fishy with the snitch, but the only other student who seemed to get close to it after he'd made his attempt was an older Slytherin. Eli had never talked to her before, and he wasn't about to start. Instead, he watched her make several unsuccessful grabs at the snitch before... flying off with a smile. That didn't make sense. If there was something wrong with the snitch, she would have been sad, or upset, or angry. He flew after her and landed back on the ground at the same time, but in all that time, didn't open his mouth to ask.
  8. Harmony Granger-Weasley

    Magical Football

    "Great catch! Yeah, we're doing really good! Let's keep up the work!" Harmony was quite excited now that she had her hand in making a quaffle go through a hoop. She wanted to see if she could do it again. This time, her goal was to throw it harder so that it didn't just drop off the side of the Golden Hoops. Once she got the quaffle back, she crutched her arm back and threw it again. This time it was a lot straighter, and went through the hoop with ease. This was an exciting prospect for Harmony. She couldn't wait to practice even more. Hopefully she could make it out there daily until school let out for the year. Quidditch might be an actual thing for her! WC: 128
  9. Prince A. Charming

    Magical Football

    He would do better catching it this time. It was only natural to get better at things, right? That was how it worked. When he had been learning football (as a small child, granted), he hadn't been very good at first. But now he was one of the best of his friend group and he'd played in leagues and whatnot. Of course, that was all behind him now. He couldn't play in leagues and he had only been able to kick the football around on his own since coming to school. He was probably rubbish at the sport now. He watched Harmony try again and she made it through. He flew forward to catch the quaffle. With arm outstretched, he quickly bent his elbow and ended up with it up against his side. "Look at us!" Post #7: 136 words
  10. Harmony Granger-Weasley

    Magical Football

    "Nice try!" She knew that not everyone was perfectly athletic the first time they tried Quidditch, and so Harmony decided that it was her turn to try and put the quaffle through the hoops. "I'll try to show you how I do it. I'm not much better than you at Quidditch, I wasn't born with a broom, but I'm getting better at it. Maybe I'll be like my Aunt Rose someday." She flew over to where Atticus was previously, and aimed a shot at the hoops. Well, here goes nothing. She had a fair bit of practice beforehand, so the quaffle dropped through the hoop. It wasn't the best throw, but it would suffice. "See, I aimed towards the middle of the hoops. I'm not quite strong yet, so the quaffle didn't make it very far before it dropped." WC: 139
  11. Prince A. Charming

    Magical Football

    Apparently he had been using the correct technique the first time. He made a mental note of that and got ready to catch Harmony's attempts. She threw the quaffle and he flew forward to get it. But was he supposed to only use one hand for this? How was he supposed to catch it? He didn't know what method to use at all. He would try with one hand. He tried to get it with one hand and it landed so heavily on his palm that he said, "Ow!" and the quaffle dropped to the ground. He went to get it and then tossed it to Harmony so he could see how she did it since he was obviously doing it wrong again. Post #6: 123 words
  12. Harmony Granger-Weasley

    Magical Football

    She watched Atticus carefully, observing his technique. Strangely, he threw the quaffle using both of his hands, which was a surprise to her. "I'm not sure if that's the proper method, usually people do it with one hand, I think for better aim and strength, but you got it in the goal so that was good! Now, try catching mine!" Harmony threw the quaffle and it nearly clipped the bottom of the hoop, hopefully Atticus would be able to catch her quaffle. She definitely wasn't born a pro-quidditch player out of the womb like some of her relatives were, but she was definitely getting there. Maybe she'd even be able to play on the Quidditch team for Gryffindor next year! WC: 121
  13. Prince A. Charming

    Magical Football

    This was harder than he had thought it would be. And during the game, the players were constantly flying around! He was just hovering in the air. He didn't know how they did it! He took the quaffle back from Harmony and nodded. "Okay." He could do this. He just needed to throw it harder and aim better. Simple. Ish. He decided to risk using both hands this time. He lifted the quaffle above his head and threw it towards the hoops again. He ended up hitting the side of the ring of the hoop. It then hit the other side of the ring. And then it fell in. "Does that still count?" He didn't know if it wouldn't count because he'd hit the hoop. Post #5: 125 words
  14. Harmony Granger-Weasley

    Magical Football

    Harmony threw the quaffle to Atticus, and flew over to the back of the hoops. She waited for Atticus to get his footing on the broom before getting ready to catch his quaffle, but then said quaffle hit the goalposts and fell down to the ground. "That was close, don't worry, I can get it to you." She flew down and picked up the quaffle from the ground before giving it back to Atticus. "Try aiming just a little bit higher and throwing a bit harder." She was ready for his next attempt at a throw, she was sure that he would be able to make it on his second attempt. WC: 111
  15. Prince A. Charming

    Magical Football

    Oh. He had clearly underestimated the snitch. At least Harmony knew what she was doing. "Sure. We can do that," he responded. He mounted his broom and kicked off into the air. He was moving slowly since he still didn't feel sure of himself but that was okay. With practice, he would get better and feel more comfortable. And that was why they were there: to practice. Soon, they were set up at the hoops and Atticus had the quaffle under one arm. When Harmony looked ready, he lifted the quaffle with both hands and then decided to try and throw it with one so that he could keep the other on the broom. He then chucked the quaffle and it hit the post of the hoop. "Well that was a fail," he said. Post #4: 134 words
  16. Grayden Payne

    Just hold on we're going home

    Elke was so cute. Grayden felt the giddiness bubble up inside him, and he couldn't stop watching her. He had to tell himself not to, because this behavior—staring—was exactly what'd unnerved her years ago, but he wanted to stare and stare and stare. Her cheeks flushed, and the sight of it caused his heart to race. If he were alone, he'd try to count count the number of times his heart beat against his chest around her. He was already looking forward to tonight, when he'd mull over their interaction while he was alone, under the glow of the moonlight. His mind would replay the things he said and she said, what he did and how she reacted, again and again, a thousand times. If he knew her train of thought was similar to his, it'd only add wonderful layers to his imagination. His cheeks burned hotter when she told him what he wanted was important, and thankfully, she spoke more before he could fumble through a reply. "Okay!" He beamed. "A crane, okay, yes." He held the paper in his slightly shaky hands, watching Elke with rapt attention. It was lucky he was a visual person—ironically, despite how much he loved to read, he learned better from watching than from a list of instructions. He was able to mimic Elke's motions, and by his third fold, when he realized how well he was doing, he had to briefly place a hand over his mouth to hide the prideful smile that'd bloomed on his lips. He didn't want her to think he was full of himself. Thankfully, he had sense to remove the hand eventually, and almost immediately, he continued folding. "Oh! And, um, why are they—cranes, specifically—so special to you?" He asked her, greedy to learn as much about his best friend as he could.
  17. Harmony Granger-Weasley

    Magical Football

    "I think that would be a little too advanced quite yet. We shouldn't let the snitch out, it doesn't want to be caught, so what if we can't catch it? If we had a practice snitch, that would be easier, but I don't have one right now." Harmony responded. "Let's start with throwing the quaffle through the hoops, I think we could use some practice at that." She pulled out her broom and a quaffle, and flew up in the air. "I'll fly behind the hoops to try and catch the quaffle, and then after a few times we can switch, how does that sound?" Harmony hovered while waiting for his response. WC: 112
  18. Prince A. Charming

    Magical Football

    He supposed that made sense. If the snitch was really that hard to catch, why keep playing after it was caught? And with healing being so much better and quicker in the magical world, he guessed that made sense too. He just couldn't imagine getting healed. He was worried the spell would go wrong or something. That was mostly because his spells nearly always went wrong. But to actually heal people... those witches and wizards had to know what they were doing, right? He hoped so! He turned to Harmony and said, "I guess we should start with flying around. Maybe we can follow the snitch around." Clearly he didn't know how fast the snitch truly was. Post #3: 117 words
  19. Harmony Granger-Weasley

    Magical Football

    "Yeah, a game only ends when the snitch is caught because it's so hard to catch that you might as well end the game right there." Harmony began. It was difficult explaining Quidditch to someone who hadn't even heard of the sport before coming to Hogwarts, but she thought she was doing a pretty good job at it. "Each team has seven people, and injuries caused by bludgers can be healed pretty quickly, so pro teams don't need reserve players as much, but at Hogwarts we have reserve players to let more people play." She hoped that her explanation made sense to him, it was also confusing to her, but at least she knew what a real pro game looked like. WC: 121
  20. Prince A. Charming

    Magical Football

    As Harmony took the time to explain (bless her, he appreciated it), he nodded along. It still didn't make entire sense to him but he at least understood more. He just didn't get why you'd want balls that would knock people off their brooms. Or one that will hide. It all seemed so weird to him. Maybe football seemed weird to her. He knew that she had grown up in the magical world so maybe Harmony didn't know much about football or other muggle things. "So a game only ends when the snitch is caught?" he asked her. He wanted to make sure that he had it correct. "And what happens if someone gets hurt? Can you sub someone in?" You could do that in football. Post #2: 126
  21. Harmony Granger-Weasley

    Magical Football

    Harmony wasn't that stable on her broom, so when presented with a chance to practice, it was a good opportunity to get ready for next year's quidditch tryouts. She hoped that she would be able to make the team, but that would mean a lot of hard work. She wasn't naturally talented like her other relatives and Aunt Rose, but at least she knew the basics and knew how to fly well enough. "There's the red one, that's the quaffle, it's used by chasers to score goals through the golden hoops. The tiny one is the snitch, which ends the game and gives 150 points if you find it, think of it like a giant game of hide and go seek. The two brown ones are bludgers, they basically go around and hit people off the broom to knock them out of the game." Harmony explained. WC: 146
  22. Astraea Wang

    Wang, Astraea

    [QUESTIONAIRE #1] What is your favourite colour? A pale, dusky pink used sparingly. If you could be any animal, what would you be? Red-Crowned Crane What is something you're really good at? Second guessing herself. Reading how people are feeling emotionally, and understanding why they're feeling like that (Unless she's involved. Then she's gosh-darn awful at it). What superpower do you wish you had? The ability to read minds, so I wouldn't have to guess at what people were thinking. What household chore do you hate to do? She doesn't really do any chores at home presently (Live in housekeeper / nanny / cook / help), but for the brief two weeks where her mum tried to set up some sort of chore chart it was definitely garbage. Garbage is gross and germy. What new talent or skill would you learn if you had the chance? Legilimency. Or you know, just knowing how to socialize properly with people without feeling awkward. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? I actually like my name, thank you very much (Plus have you seen my cousins' names? I got off easy). What is your favourite type of weather? A slightly cloudy day, but not so cloudy that there isn't any sun. Just enough so that it's not super bright and overwhelming. Oh, and warm enough so you don't need a coat but not so hot that you want to die. What's your favourite thing about your room? Would you rather play outside or inside? Outside, when it's her favourite type of weather. Otherwise inside all the way. What did you get for your last birthday? What is your favourite food? Do you share a room? With who? Nope, I have my own room at home. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Europe - There is just so much classical architecture there that doesn't exist anywhere else in the world. What do you want to be when you grow up? Where do you want to live when you grow up? Where did you go on your last vacation? What is something that scares you? Anything that has more than four legs. And the dark. And new things. And stuff she doesn't understand. Oh, and unexpected things. What do you want for your next birthday? Who is someone you want to be like? It's a combination of people, really. But most of her idols are from the Harry Potter era, if only because they are well covered in literature and are recent enough that Astra can somewhat relate to them. She'd love to have Fleur's elegance and poise, Ginny's strength and tenacity, and Hermione's talent and intelligence. Then of course there's the relatability of Cho, and how she was able to see somebody who looked like her from that era doing extraordinary things.
  23. Prince A. Charming

    Magical Football

    Atticus missed playing football but he hadn't found anyone to play with at Hogwarts. Instead, he had gotten roped into practicing Quidditch with Harmony. He didn't really understand the game and he was still getting used to flying (and over his fear of it) but he didn't think it would be too dangerous with just the two of them. And he knew that his fellow first year knew how to play the game so she might be able to explain it all to him. "So why are there three different balls?" he asked her as they reached the pitch. They had gotten brooms from the broom closet and some practice equipment. He kept looking at it all, trying to decipher what it was all for. Post #1: 125 words
  24. Astraea Wang

    pick-up-six

    Was she imagining it, or was the adult with the giant boat sticking all the asians together? The relative darkness of the docks allowed her to observe her new boat-mates with relative anonymity, and in spite of the abnormally high number of asians it seemed like a pleasant enough group. Introductions were being made as well, which had Astra breathing easier. She always felt like an interloper when she was forced to join groups where a dynamic was already established. Taking a deep breath, she hurried towards the boat as if she had just come from where the main group still was. "I think I'm with you guys," she started a way of explanation "This is boat six, right?"
  25. Gracie-Mae Goodwin

    Seminar: Spectacular Snitches

    Post #5, WC: 116 The gap between Gracie-Mae’s current skills and the skills she would need to chase a snitch was too great – she could not improve that much in one training session, no matter how hard she tried. And so she contented herself with flying this way and that, with anticipating where the others would fly and shortcutting there in an attempt to shadow them and learn something in the process. And she really did feel like she was continuing to improve with this tactic, until once she nearly did tumble from her broom. Deciding that was quite enough for one day, Gracie-Mae carefully flew back down and was very glad to have her feet on the ground again.
  26. Jacqueline Golden-Keisi

    Seminar: Spectacular Snitches

    Post #5, WC: 109 Eventually, JJ flew over to see what was happening, only to hear something about the supposed snitch being chased not being a snitch after all. With a sigh, she wondered why she’d even arrived, and wondered if there was anything else should could be practicing instead. Or perhaps she should go back inside and study? That might be a better use for her time than considering whether to chase something that didn’t even exist. JJ dismounted with some disappointment and hurried back towards the castle, putting all thoughts of seeking and quidditch out of her mind as she tried to recall which homework assignments she still needed to complete.
  27. Astraea Wang

    Wang, Astraea

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