Altsonis
Altsonis claps and finishes his food, then goes back to his common room. Altsonis drinks some butterbeer and lays on the floor. Thinking.
Austin
Austin looked around, drinking a wine and sitting by the fire, as rich boys did. That's why he did it. Why he did some things at least. To...
Altsonis
Alts smiled and clapped then bit into a chicken leg. This would be his first ball, and he wanted to dress for it. His father had gotten a suit and tie for him a while ago, but it was never used. Now some use would come from the clothes.
Austin
Austin knew the drill and continued...
Austin
Austin slowly took bites of his corn, looking around the Slytherin table, silent. He was angry at Millicks despite the points Slytherin had received. And Barry really did seem angry at Altsonis, one of Austins acquaintances. Austin took another small bite and glanced towards Barry, then...
Altsonis
Altsonis smiles at him, waving and walking away also. He had charms next and was keen to see how it would turn out. He heard they were doing something interesting. Alts exhaled feeling relived. Alts was always nervous making new friends. But, he had. The project would be difficult, but...
Altsonis takes out his wand and produces a Natalus bat. "A Natalus bat. I was swarmed with them as I saw a green light pass and hit my friend. He died and the only thing I saw as he passed, were those bats. And, I would love to work on the project together." Alts smiles happy to change subjects...
Altsonis nodded grimly, his smile vanishing for just a moment. "I went to my friends funeral, my mother sent me to a wizarding foster house, and then I went to the Ministry to testify that the man who killed my friend, was guilty. So, I didn't have a blast either. That's how I got my Patronus...
"No" Atsonis sighs "she needs a moment to herself. To think things over. I think she'll feel better after that. Then I'll talk to her. And yeah, sorry about Millick. He might be less stubborn tomorrow. So, how was your summer?" Atsonis smiles, trying to make a good impression. He just wanted a...
Professor Millick
Millick looked at her, staring at her leave. That was an insult to a professor. Should points be taken off? No, Barry was right though. He was stubborn today. What he did was just a lash of anger. The students didn't deserve that anger. Had they truly done anything wrong but...
Millick looked down at Kellan, a muscle in his forehead becoming visible, but then, he smiled. "Well, clearly this class knows as much about Diricawls as first years. I think I ought to assign a project. Everyone, I want a four page essay on my desk by next Friday, with information about every...
The teacher turned, looking at Kellan. He seemed to have a natural sense when someone shrank down. "Kellan" he glared "What form of escape... Does the Diricraw use... In dangerous. Situations; and no, it does not shrink into a book." Something was making the teacher tick, ready to explode...
"Ms. Stowe, what might a Diriclaw do to escape danger?" The teacher turned towards Ada still next to a large chalkboard with bullets about the Diriclaw, but with a flick of the teachers wand the notes vanished. "The teacher is irritable today." Thought Altsonis, rolling his eyes. "Well, Ms...
Alts scribbled something down, then watched the teacher intently, waiting for an assignment. It however, was only as a distraction. Normally he would have leaned back, taking the occasional notes but focusing on other things. Today though, for whatever reason Altsonis couldn't shake his hatred...
Alts smiled and nodded to her. "Yes, can't shake the habit. How are you?" Alts starts spinning his wand between his index figures glancing towards Ada then looking back. "I hope well, recently I have been... Thinking. Hard coming back from last year." Alts put his wand away and put it in his...
Ats leans against of the wall, mind racing, thinking about the classes and the harsh year ahead. "The battle of Hogwarts is over, we have a minister who agreed with Dumbledore. A headmistress so loyal to die for the fool." He thought. What was next? A teacher who prayed to Potter, on his knees...