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Post by hannah jolee abbott on Jan 16, 2011 0:28:30 GMT -5
 Just lay against the floor [/size][/font] And pretend you’re dead[/font][/size] -------------------[/center] Hannah Jolee Abbott was on a self-inflicted guilt trip. She had just managed to escape the common room before anyone came down. She hadn’t gotten any sleep. Every time she bothered to close her eyes, a picture of her mother would spring forward. And, if it wasn’t just the image of her mother, then it was an entire memory. Sometimes, it would be the memory of her mother reading her a bedtime story when she was younger and couldn’t get to sleep, and, other times, it would be of her mother cooking something in the kitchen for her to take for lunch the next day. Her mother didn’t like her going to muggle school, she recalled, but she allowed her father to let her attend because she knew she’d be off to Hogwarts when she was eleven. She hated to leave her family every year. She’d always wave at her mother from the train and keep waving until she was out of sight. She remembered, the time she boarded the train for her second year, how her grandmother hand just died and her mother was sad to see Hannah go because she had managed to help comfort her all summer.
Neither of them had been particularly close to her grandmother. In fact, her mother often got into fights with the elder witch because her grandmother had disproved of her mother marrying her father. She rolled her eyes. She loved her father. He was a good man, even if he had been rendered slightly insane lately. He still managed to keep his head, though, or she wouldn’t have dared return for the rest of the year. But, that didn’t stop her from feeling guilty. She had been in Herbology when she had received the news. She couldn’t remember what she was working on, but she remembered that she was sitting next to Ernie when Professor Sprout, her favorite teacher and overall mentor, softly informed her. Everything after that seemed a little miffed, but she remembered nothing except for the fact that she broke down crying in the middle of class. Some of the Slytherins still teased her about it, but, generally, people learned to leave her alone. The next thing she remembered she was in her living room with soot all over her stumbling towards her dad, who was sitting in his favorite armchair with his head in his hands as Ministry officials tried to explain to him what had happened. After she arrived, they immediately set to telling her and then left, having her explain what had happened to her dad.
He had been even more crushed considering the people were supposed to be old friends of her mother’s. Sure, she had been a Hufflepuff, but she was a pureblood. She had gone to school and, maybe, even talked to the people who had killed her. Hannah had always wanted to find out just who had done it, and, maybe, even try to get revenge. But, she knew she couldn’t do that. She wasn’t brave enough to do that, and, even if she was, her friends would never let her put herself in danger like that. She sighed as she turned the door to the Muggle Studies classroom and was glad that it was empty. She had this class, even though she was already familiar with most of the stuff muggle stuff. She liked learning it from a wizard’s point of view. She was sure that, if she didn’t already have a dream, she would have liked to specialize in muggle stuff. She had gotten an O in her O.W.L’s for the subject. It made up for the D she had gotten in Transfiguration. She was so glad she could drop that subject this year. She didn’t think she was up to having Professor McGonagall breathing down her neck. Because, although the woman was sympathetic to her situation, she certainly didn’t take it easy on her.
Hannah sighed as she sat down on the floor and leaned against the desk. She was sure no one would try to look for her here. They’d sooner look through all of the grounds, first, and then work their way up. And, Hogwarts had a lot of rooms so the chances of anyone finding her soon were slim. She smiled wryly before letting herself fall to the ground. Maybe, if she focused on her studies, she could forget about her mum and catch up on some much needed sleep. She was doubtful.
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Word Count;; 748
Notes;; Aww. Poor Hannah. ): [/center] |
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Post by SOPHIE AUDREY KROFF on Jan 22, 2011 0:06:22 GMT -5
Sophie woke up earlier than the other seventh years in her dormitory. It was far too early to go down to breakfast, she knew the school was still probably sleeping, but she knew there was no way she would be able to get back to sleep. Instead, she reached out, grabbed her wand, and a book from the bedside table. She had brought the book, Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland, just before she started her seventh year. Ever since she had started playing Quidditch for the Hufflepuff team at Hogwarts, she had become quite fascinated with the sport. It was definitely
irregular, compared to the sports that Muggles played.
Opening the book in her lap, the auburn haired Hufflepuff, whispered, "Lumos", and began to read where she had left off earlier that afternoon. However, she was only two sentences in when she realized she had promised Professor Burbage she would drop off a book she had borrowed two days before. At this thought, Sophie shut the book and let it fall from her lap, onto the bed. She stared into space for a moment, thinking about what to do. She knew she had until breakfast to drop it off, and decided now was the best time as ever. There were no rules that stated how early a student could wake up, after all.
Finally, after opening the curtains surrounding her four poster, she grabbed the book from the bedside table. After putting on her shoes, she whispered, "Nox" before slipping out the door of the Dormitory, and walking through the tunnel to the Common Room. She was surprised to see what looked like a first year boy curled up and dozing on one of the fat armchairs. She smiled slightly at the sight as she passed him on her way to the portrait.
Once she had exited the Common Room, Sophie stayed in the shadows, listening for Filch, Mrs. Norris, or even Snape. After a few minutes, she walked up the staircases as quietly, but quickly, as she could. There was something eery about walking through the castle in the wee hours of the morning, but Sophie reminded herself the school would be up in at least an hour, maybe even two. It was not like she was in a castle like the one in the Muggle Movie, Beauty and the Beast, though Hogwarts had its fair share of enchanted objects. Almost everyone at Hogwarts knew that.
She waited for one of the moving staircases to stop in front of her, which took a solid minute, before moving up to the sixth floor. She allowed herself to breath a sigh of relief that she had not been caught once she was in front of the Muggle Studies door. Opening the door, she glanced around before moving to the front of the classroom for Burbage's desk. Fortunately, the Professor had left spare parchment and a quill, which Sophie used to write a quick note. Once she had set down the quill and placed the note over the title of the book, she began to walk towards the door when a head caught her eye. She squinted in the dark before moving towards it, her hand reflexively going to her wand. Pulling it out, she whispered, "Lumos" so she would be able to see who the other person was. She lowered it once she realized it was only Hannah. "Hello, Hannah." Sophie said cheerily, smiling at the younger Hufflepuff. "What are you doing down here at this hour?" She knew it was a silly question, but she could not stop herself from asking it. She took in the way Hannah was sitting, and the wry smile on her face, before walking closer towards the blonde. "Is everything alright?" She asked, now pointing her wand at the ground so she would not blind the girl.
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Post by hannah jolee abbott on Jan 24, 2011 19:12:16 GMT -5
[/size][/font] Is like a year without rain [/font][/size] -------------------[/center] Hannah blinked in the darkness. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t really realized just how early it was. She was thankful that no one came up here. Well, people would be here in a couple of hours, but she had time until then to get things straightened out. She’d probably sneak out and back into her dorm just to make sure she looked alright before going to class. She wanted to show everyone that she was perfectly fine and not on the verge of breaking down again. Well, she wanted to show everyone and she didn’t want to make Ernie, Susan, Justin, and Zach. She was tired of having to be extra bubbly around them since they were always being so cautious. Her mouth twitched into a frown.
She wanted to go back to the way she was before her whole life changed. She remembered her first year here. Merlin, she had loved her first year here. The only thing she had to worry about was passing all of her classes and staying out of the third floor corridor. Hannah clenched her eyes shut and shook her head. She was so depressing. So, her mom had died. A whole bunch of other students had their parents die, too. Harry Potter had both of his parents dead! And, Neville Longbottom had his parents tortured into insanity. But, their situation was different. Harry had never known his parents. He had never made cookies with his mum, he had never had his mum hug him after a bad nightmare, he had never shopped in Diagon Alley with his mum. And Neville, well, Neville hadn’t really done any of those things with his mum, either. Hannah sighed and ran her hand through her hair. She was being so insensitive. She was being pitiful. Her mum hadn’t taught her to be either of those things, but she was. She frowned and scolded herself. She could be such a child sometimes, and that needed to change. Now wasn’t the time to be a child. Now was the time to prepare for the upcoming war…Now was the time to prepare to get revenge on as much Death Eaters as days she went without a mum.
But, first, she had to study and make sure she passed all of her classes. She would make sure to keep her mum’s memory alive in her head. She already had so many plans figured out in her head. Of course, Hannah wasn’t an idiot. She knew she wouldn’t actually do any of them. She wasn’t a Gryffindor for a reason. She wasn’t brave. And, on top of not being brave, she broke down under the littlest of pressure. She couldn’t even take her exams without cracking.
She sat up abruptly whenever the door opened, and mentally cursed herself-a habit she had picked up while she was away. She should have locked the door. No student would unlock the door for a good reason. She sucked her breath in quietly, hoping the student who had entered would quickly. She squinted her eyes at the person, trying to figure out who it was. Finally, after a couple of seconds, she gave up trying to figure out. At least, she had given up trying to figure it out until a bright light flashed in her face and she heard a familiar voice whisper, “Lumos.” She blinked several times before shielding her eyes and attempting to stare up at the girl she had seen around the common room. “Oh, hello, Sophie.” She smiled, her eyes becoming adjusted to the bright light. Hannah smiled sheepishly and scratched her head and looked around the classroom, pretending to be a bit oblivious. “I dunno. I wanted to take a morning walk-I heard those were really good for you when you were trying to clear you head-and I ended up here.” She giggled a bit before shrugging. “Yeah, everything is alright. It was a little hard losing my mum, you know? What about you?” She asked, quickly taking the subject off of herself. “What are you doing here?”-------------------
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