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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 8, 2007 17:00:56 GMT
Thom gave his two worn brown trunks a good kick, letting them thunder down the spiral staircase from his dorm. They landed heavyily on the stone floor of the common room, one threatening to burst open if it were not for the spellotape keeping them together. It was late in the day and in two hours the week's last train from Hogsmede to London would be departing. Although the year was not up, Thom's plans were already so vivid in his head he doubted staying at Hogwarts any longer would do any good.
To his disappointment no one was in the common room. He looked about, letting his memories drag up scenes. His first kiss with Caroline Humphries by the fire, his name carved into one of the study tables which had earned him his first detention, the notice on the board imforming students that ashwinders were not acceptable pets, contrary to what Mr Moan may believe... there were countless more.
With a heavy sigh he sunk slowly into his favourite chair. Girty... Boggleworth... Grace... Novella... Zachary...
As much as he hated the little worm, he knew he would miss him. He had always secretly revelled in their adventures - the bullying had been extremely fun after all.
Slowly his throat grew dry and sore with tension, and blinking back hot tears he stood up, quickly summoning the two trunks to float calming at his side. He walked over to one wall and hitched his beloved broomstick and goldfish under one arm, and with one last look over his shoulder, stepped out into the corridor outside the Hufflepuff common room for the last time.
He was about to set off toward the stairs when the faint sound of foot steps approached from the summer shadows...
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Post by boofhead on Feb 9, 2007 1:18:06 GMT
Striker had forgotten to retrieve his homework from his dorm, but on his way to the Hufflepuff Common Room, he saw another Hufflepuff exit the door, two trunks floating behind him. His eyes looked at boy, saw that he seemed ridden with regret and the way his shoulders sagged.
Striker hadn't met the Hufflepuff before, but had heard about him. He had heard stories of how he had a temper, a rivalry with a Slytherin and the way he was around his friends. Strikers eyes sank to the floor as he approached the Common Room entrance, Striker ceasing his walking as he moved closer.
'Hey, I'm Striker.' Striker said, not wanting to extend his hand out in greeting as he felt uneasy with the act. 'I may be late in asking this, but why are you leaving? From what your friends say about you you're a great person and enjoy their company, why leave so suddenly?' Striker took a slight step back, as he felt uneasy about the whole situation.
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 9, 2007 23:41:17 GMT
Thom looked at the younger male thoughtfully as he spoke. Even after eight years at Hogwarts he still did not know every Hufflepuff, something he realised was very sad in a way. Had he been so self-indulgent he did not even take the time to notice people? The other Hufflepuff was probably only a year younger than Thom, but no matter how hard he racked his brain he could not place him. And what unfamiliar accent did he seem to have?
'I don't really know...' Thom answered lamely, looking off down the corridor with a strained expression. 'I suppose there's a time when we all have to give up things we love.' He looked at Striker. 'I suppose you know I'm an eighth year, don't you? Pretty pathetic, I know.' He huffed with a critical laugh. Thom could feel his silver flask weighing comfortingly on his hip, and for a moment he had the strongest urge to down the whole lot - perhaps the alcohol would fool him into thinking this was all much easier than it really was.
Slowly he bought himself back to reality and began to study the other male again. 'Who are you, Striker?' He asked with genuine interest. 'You must have been pretty elusive for us to not know each other.' Thom had already picked up several signs that the boy suffered from timidness. 'I wasn't ever mean to you, was I?' He asked regretfully.
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Post by boofhead on Feb 10, 2007 22:25:58 GMT
Striker looked up at Thom in shock. 'No, you weren't ever mean to me, I've only been here a few months, if that.' Striker said, fearing he had done something wrong. 'I've only met a few others, but I didn't know you were an Eight Year, streuth mate.' Striker cursed like he always did, classically.
Striker smiled slightly. 'What are your plans from now on in? Opening a shop in Diagon Alley? Travel the world? Open a shop up in Hogsmeade, or join the Ministry?' Striker said with genuine interest. 'Whatever it is, and I know this sounds sad for the shortness I've been talking to you, but I hope it goes well for you.'
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Post by Professor Daniel Hubbles on Feb 10, 2007 22:57:25 GMT
Dan ran up the steps towards the Hufflepuff common room. He was trying as hard as he could not to forget the password so his aim was to get in and not leave for a while. However his entry to the common room was not that easy. In the way stood 2 of his own students, and one seemed to have the intension on leaving. Trying to focus on the boys faces Dan made his way closer and listened into the conversations.
After a few seconds of ear wigging Dan smiled and thought he would sate his authority.
“Excuse me? As Head of your house I desire to know why you are moving you are moving your trunks out of the common room?”
Dan focused his eyes on the older of the two waiting for an answer. He had a feeling he knew something about this boy.
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 16, 2007 23:08:02 GMT
Thom smiled at the boy. 'Hey thanks... I actually really appreciate that...'
It was then that the din of approaching footsteps could be heard. Thom looked about until he saw a tall, blonde haired professor marching toward them with an authoritative expression. 'Oh, you're the new Hufflepuff head of house?' Thom said, somewhat surprised. He had not thought Addis would be replaced so soon. Thom eyed the man carefully... why did he look so familiar? 'I was the Potions apprentice, sir. It's end of term soon and I've made plans to leave at last.' He said with a sad smile. He stuck out his hand. 'I'm Thom, by the way. Thom Moen.'
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 16, 2007 23:37:42 GMT
Zachary scowled, racing up the steps toward the general area of the Hufflepuff common room, repulsed at the fact that he was actually going two feet near the place. Pausing, he tilted his head in surprise as voices came wafting down the corridor, one of them being the distinct, annoying voice of his Hufflepuff rival.
Finally reaching them, Zachary crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Thom a bit awkwardly, trying to put on his best arrogant look. "Finally getting rid of you, looks like." He ventured, flushing, and not quite sure what to say afterwards.[/color]
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 17, 2007 0:01:48 GMT
Thom's face dropped into a lifeless stare as Zachary Daniels came pelting up the stairs, skidding to a halt in front of the three Hufflepuffs, thoroughly out of breath. 'Come to cry, Daniels?' He hissed mockingly. 'I reckon the thing I'll miss most his hexing toilet paper to the heel of your shoe.' He gave a bitter laugh, but his cheeks had tinted a slight red just under his cheeks.
Thom was quiet for a moment, trying to glare at Zachary distastefully in between confused glances at the professor and other boy. 'Who you going to bother now, you little weirdo? Can't stalk me forever!' He gave a nasty laugh but it soon trailed away. Thom had guessed his most awkward goodbye would be with Girty - but not with this little nonce of all people.
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Post by Bailey Griffiths on Feb 17, 2007 0:55:35 GMT
Bailey headed to the hufflepuff commonrrom to return her bag to her dormitory. However to make the journey more enjoyable she had been reading one of her favourite books on vampires.
Concentrated fully on her book, Bailey was interrupted by the sound of bickering from near the commonroom entrance.
As she came closer she began to recognise the bickering voices. "oh dear Daniels and Thom are at it again."she muttered to herself.
She glanced back at her book and as she rounded the corner saw more pairs of feet than she had anticipated, as well as trunks. Bailey looked up from her book once more, and noticed four figures collected around the portrait hole.
Bailey continued forward, smiling at thom, however this stopped abruptly as she noticed thoms stature and pose, not full with the same characteristics as it generally possessed. Bailey nodded with acknowledgement to the other three and starred at thom.
"Thom? whatevers the matter?" she ask worriedly.
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 17, 2007 1:19:33 GMT
Thom's shoulders had been squared threateningly for Zachary's sake, but it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, the weary unhappiness radiating from him was more than noticeable. He smiled weakly at Bailey, a red headed girl he briefly remembered flying with on a cold morning all the way back in November. He felt regret that he hadn't spoken to her more. 'I'm leaving,' he said in the cheeriest voice he could must (which was not very cheery). 'Off to the ministry I go!'
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Post by Bailey Griffiths on Feb 17, 2007 1:32:17 GMT
Bailey had been expecting news perhaps a touch lighter and was shocked by the news.
"leaving hogwarts?! How dreadful! It shall not have the same aura around the place, we may not have spoken much but that doesn't mean to say you presence wasn't detected. But to the ministry eh, that ought to be interesting what field are you working in?" She stated then realising how strongly inquistive she had been, fell silent, awaiting the response. Bailey wondered whthere her question had been too strong for thom to take at that moment in time.
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 17, 2007 1:54:55 GMT
Zachary glared at Thom, about to utter his indignation when a slightly familiar Hufflepuff strolled down the hallway, engaging in conversation with Moen as he stood idly by. Scowling at the lack of attention he was receiving, he shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the Hufflepuff's with a forced smirk.
"I doubt he'll be accepted into any field," he said indifferently, pulling himself to full height and making a face at how he still couldn't compare to Thom's towering figure. "Unless, of course, there's a shortage of house-elves and the Ministry needs a good sweep."
He stood staring at the two, feeling out of place and embarrassed that he had even come to see Thom off in the first place. "I was expecting a crowd of some sort," he offered in explanation, as if they had asked. "I was looking forward to refreshments."[/color]
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Post by Bailey Griffiths on Feb 17, 2007 2:09:38 GMT
Bailey turned to see Daniels attempting to join the conversation once more. Feeling slightly rude that she had intruded upon the party of people. Even though it had been in the midsts of an argument.
"Oh, how amusing Daniels." She shoot a glance at him as he smirk at what he belived to be such a witty comment. However she felt rather small once Daniels and Thom were both at their full heights.
Bailey attempted to gain back her confidence by replying with just as snide a remark as daniels.
"Perhaps, but if this happens to Thom, then you must not stand a chance in any career path at all." she smiled with false sweetness, and turned back to thom.
"Well Thom i on the other hand think you will be perfectly weell suited to whichever job you choose, and hope you do very well for yourself." She smiled with genuine warmth this time.
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Post by Professor Daniel Hubbles on Feb 17, 2007 8:48:17 GMT
Dan stood with his arms folded watching the younger years bicker with each other. At first he found it rather amusing but then his more adult and mature side kicked in. With a sigh Dan clapped his hands slowly.
“Very good you three. Now please with the armature dramatics over I think we can all give Thom Moen a hand to carry all his stuff back into the Common room.”
With stern eyes Dan moved forward and started to take the first trunk back toward the portrait, when suddenly something came to his attention. Dan lost all concentration and the truck hit the floor with a rather loud bang. Spinning around Dan point at Thom with his mouth hanging open.
“Your Thom Moen. You’re the…I think the sooner you are out of Hogwarts the better”
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Post by boofhead on Feb 17, 2007 11:45:33 GMT
Staring at the Slytherin, Striker felt repulsed by the boys actions. 'Who in the bloody hell are you, mate?' Striker said, just like any other Aussie, his accent coming out right and rich. 'You thinking that you're superior because you're a Slytherin? Who cares. What makes one superior is ones achievements, not ones belief, damn ignorant fool.' Striker pulled his hair back, a stern look on his face.
Then another Hufflepuff appeared. Striker looked at her and smiled. 'I'm Striker.' He said, obviously unheard as the two Hufflepuffs and Slytherin began to banter uselessly.
Sighing, Striker stepped away from the group and began to walk away, defeat riddled on his face. Before he made it too far, the Professor spoke out.
'Yessir.' Striker said, reluctantly turning before finding out the Professor spoke. He paused for a second to see what Thom's reaction would be.
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