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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2014 22:17:28 GMT
Just after the feast Eve walked out of the Great Hall after gathering the few first years of Hufflepuffs she showed them where their common room was at. She also let them know a few things that were expected out of them. Not that there was very many. She knew that this school wasn't getting so good. Her mother wanted to keep her home but she wasn't able to do so. She had to go due to the fact that they were registered witches. They had to obey the new rules. She was surprised that it lasted this long.
She wondered how much longer the Wizarding World would survive the way it's going. There would be no magic if they keep it this way. But then again there would be no Wizarding World. Just the Muggle World. Did they want that? She felt like she did. But of course again she wasn't getting the full story on how bad things were going. She tucked a piece of her red hair behind her ear as she sat down on one of the arm chairs in the Common Room. The first years were all settling down for the night. She was too stay up to make sure that no one sneaked out.
Not that she was really supposed to do that but she was going to do just that. She couldn't see another first year go through some sort of torment like she had seen some first years go through them in the past. She didn't like having a number. But what choice did she have? It was that or go into hiding and she wasn't about to let these guys win.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 6:13:23 GMT
As he had been for the last six years, Sig was very unsatisfied with the feast. The food that was served, delectable as it was, did very little lift his spirits after an uninspiring welcome speech by Professor Snape and a sorting that had exponentially become more and more slanted to Slytherin House as the years passed. Sig had trouble falling asleep after the feast and sorting each year since Dumbledore had died, and his seventh year hadn't shaped up to be any different. Luckily, by the time his seventh year had rolled around, Sig had developed a method of helping himself get to sleep, involving several contraband items he was able to magically shrink to sneak in with his luggage.
Sig had a feeling things might get hairy at Hogwarts before he left for his seventh year. Well…he had that feeling every year after Dumbledore died, but he had never really been able to do anything about it until he turned seventeen. This time, he would be damned if he wasn't going to be prepared…for anything. Within a carryon bag that Sig had took with him on the train, there were two military bags that Sig had shrunk down to the size of matchboxes.
Within those bags were supplies that his father had lent him in case things went south, military rations, a first aid, a tent, some survival gear. There were, however, a few items that weren't so practical in his bags, like the bottle of whiskey his father had given him for just such an occasion.
Sig, like many teens in Scandinavia, had been drinking since he was around fifteen, under the supervision of his father, of course. Though, the first time he ever had a drink was during the summer of his twelfth year, after he shot his first deer.
He crossed the threshold from the boys' dormitory into the Hufflepuff common room to find Evelyn already there. Sig pulled an arm chair next to hers and sat down. "The cubs are all settled in." He said, using his term of endearment he had for the younger Hufflepuff students. "I couldn't sleep, though. So, I figured I'd come and keep you company." He placed the shrunken bag on one of the arms of his chair. "So, how're you holding up, Eve?"
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