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Post by boofhead on Dec 24, 2006 0:54:11 GMT
Striker stepped into the Hufflepuff Common Room, only a few short hours after receiving his notification he had being accepted into Hogwarts. He felt himself swell with pride as he had stepped through the large Great Hall doors and ascended into the portrait where the Hufflepuff dorms were.
He stepped through the door, his small, leather magical bag swinging lightly over his back as he made his way through to the seating area, his eyes wandering over the scene. He felt comfortable already inside of the Common Room, his senses overwhelmed by the sights. He saw several armchairs and couches near a fire place, where upon looking up he saw a portrait of an unknown man.
Striker shook his head as he smiled, disbelief still riddling through him. Without much caring Striker sat down in an armchair, unsure if anyone was coming or going any time soon. He opened his magical bag, fiddled around inside a bit and pulled out a small Australian flag that he had gotten when he only three years old. The memories of the time came back to him and he smiled, the warmth of the rememberance enough to calm him further.
He lost focus on what he was doing, unaware that someone was approaching. Without thinking, Striker looked up at the portrait over the fireplace and swore.
'Bloody hell, mate!' Striker said loudly, his eyes watching the portrait move about. His deep Australian accent rang about the room.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Dec 27, 2006 18:48:47 GMT
"Watch your mouth, mate!" Grace slurred the last word just for emphasis. She had just come down the dorm stairs and saw movement. It was a boy, older then her she reckoned, but she didn't recognise him. He sat down in her favourite seat. She walked towards him and saw he was holding a flag. He's obviously new! Grace thought.
She approached him, looking for another seat, but smiling cheerfully none the less. She took the double couch opposite the fire and curled up next to one arm. "You're new, aren't you?" she asked, you have to get the obvious things out of the way first! she thought. "I'm Grace, by the way, Grace Marks!" Her smile was friendly and her lake blue eyes twinkled in the fire light.
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Post by boofhead on Dec 29, 2006 2:24:09 GMT
Striker heard a voice behind him, shock riddled on his face as he turned to see who it was. He relaxed slightly, hearing her demeanour made him so.
'Of course I'm new, I don't doubt that you know everyone in Hufflepuff.' Striker said, replying to her first question. 'I'm Alluran Striker, but please call me Striker.' Striker smiled courtesyly, before becoming uncomfortable for some reason.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Dec 30, 2006 12:47:58 GMT
As Girty pushed open the portrait to enter the room the sound of people introducing themselves filled her ears. Quietly she closed the door and walked over behind them with a smile on her face.
"Well then Striker you can get out of my chair." With a laugh Girty climbed over the back of the sofa Grace was sitting on trying to avoid the temptation to step on her. As she reached the other side of the room Girty sat down and looked at the new boy still laughing.
With an even bigger grin Girty waved at the boy before introducing herself.
“I’m Girty Hubbles and from the 10 seconds I have spent in the same room with you it has been nice to met you.”
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Post by boofhead on Dec 30, 2006 23:21:43 GMT
Striker raised his eyebrow, before shaking his head as he laughed quietly to himself.
'Are all Hufflepuff's this... energetic?' Striker asked, trying to find a word that would properly explain them without making fun of them. 'Nice to meet both of you.'
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 3, 2007 19:43:20 GMT
Girty could not help but laugh as the new kid made a really obvious statement.
“Yeah we are no really what you call the stereotype Hufflepuff’s. We do have our moments when we are total geeks and I suppose all our friendships are true and we are loyal.”
Girty looked over at grace thinking about the many adventures they had had over the years. Quickly remembering that she was meant to be talking to Striker Girty looked back at him and waved again at him.
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Post by boofhead on Jan 4, 2007 3:29:09 GMT
Feeling awkward, Striker just smiled. 'This is going to take some getting used to.' Striker said to himself. Then looking up, he laughed. 'Weird.'
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 6, 2007 18:56:54 GMT
Girty laughed with Striker and nodded in agreement.
“O yeah we are very weird.”
She continued to nod and looked at the flag he was holding in his hands. She looked at the stars on it smiling.
“You should put that up on the fireplace. Have it watch over us, remind you of home.”
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Post by boofhead on Jan 8, 2007 0:07:28 GMT
Striker smiled as he looked at the flag, the Southern Cross emblazoned on the flag remembering every night he tried to watch it out in the night sky. He nodded and smiled. 'If it's ok with you, then I suppose I could, but wouldn't I need the Head of House's permission to do that thought?' He said, looking at the fireplace and the portrait that once again moved. He shuddered at the thought of a moving portrait, since he was only used to muggle pictures.
'I'm never going to get used to those moving pictures.' Striker said, his eyes not moving away from the portrait. 'Who is that anyway?'
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