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Post by Ian Gray on Dec 18, 2006 3:41:44 GMT
Ian rubbed his numb hand on the cloudy window, clearing an oddly-shaped oval to look through. The April morning, although usually more comfortable than snowy winters, had proven to be quite cold, and he hugged the woolly jumper wrapped around himself as he watched a number of various students walk down the busy streets.
Just the sight made him shiver once more, and he held his steaming mug between his freezing palms, warming them... if only a little.
The due date for his Astronomy essay was nearing rapidly, and he looked at the parchment beside him with a tiny grimace, before picking up his quill idly. "Mars." He said out loud to himself, provoking a few befuddled glances from relaxing customers around him. So far, only the title shimmered in the striking emerald ink.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Dec 18, 2006 14:47:44 GMT
A chill wind hadn't detered Boggleworth from a trip to hosmeade, the walk had been pleasant, a bit of light exercise with a brisk walk suited Boggleworth to a tea, but now the cold bite of the season was getting to him, having neglected to wear wooly hat Boggleworth's ears were freezing and the tips of his fingers felt cool though he rubbed them together for all he was worth, fingerless gloves weren't ideal.
Few students wandered the streets and Boggleworth couldn't blame them most would still be abed or arising for their morning lessons. But Boggleworth was an early riser, as he often said to others the early bird catches the worm. Arriving at the Three Broomsticks in dire need of hot drink preferably a strong hot chocolate, Boggleworth pushed open the door with a slight squeal of the hinges he stepped inside the roaring fire instantly easing the cold he felt. Smiling broadly about and getting known in return a puzzled expression creased Boggleworth's brow, until he saw a young lad as he would think of him, apparently struggling with some work, though it most certainly wasn't Boggleworth's area of expertise, that being work in general Boggleworth felt a touch of sympathy for the lad, he had often found himself struggling with his own homework, dleaying it for months on end far past deadlines and handing it in just before the teachers would get really mad. He chuckled as he ordered his steaming mug of hot chocolate then went to take a seat near the lad just as he uttered a cry of "Mars".
Giving his fellow student a grin as he looked up, Boggleworth walked up enquiring "having a spot of bother? I'd offer my expertise if I had any unfortunately i haven't maybe chatting about it will help?"
Boggleworth sat across from him and smiled warmly, he always enjoyed meeting somebody new...
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Post by Ian Gray on Dec 19, 2006 21:54:45 GMT
"...Is a planet." He concluded lamely, letting out a tiny sigh. The window was quickly becoming foggy again, and he supposed that was a good thing as he was less likely to be distracted by brilliant colours and plump shopping bags.
Not seconds later after he wrote down his pathetic sentence, someone he had caught sight of a few times around the school-- especially during his brief, honourable, time as Headboy-- stood next to his table, carrying what looked like hot chocolate.
Laughing slightly, Ian pushed away his parchment and nodded to the seat in front of him. "Boggleworth, right?" Leaning back on his chair, happy for the excuse to put off his work, he grinned. "Oh yes, chatting will help loads, I'm sure. Stress levels, at the very least."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Dec 19, 2006 22:06:52 GMT
Boggleworth was surprised to realise the lad even knew his name and felt ashamed he didn't know his; well afterall he was a busy person always on the go and sorting important stuff out, nothing particularly came to his mind though.
"It seems my reputation precedes me," exclaimed Boggleworth happily taking a long, refreshingly warm sip of his hot chocolate. Setting down his mug gently and keeping his hands cupped around for warmth he chuckled and agreed
"it helps immensely, believe me, I don't know your name I'm afraid, though I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."
Hoping he hadn't totally put him off his homework Boggleworth asked conversationally "overall how are your studies then?" He smiled
"Oh wait nah, we don't want to talk of that, I do really wonder why I've never seen you around. Are you a recluse?" He enquired as a joke.
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Post by Ian Gray on Dec 19, 2006 22:28:39 GMT
Ian chuckled, adding a generous amount of sugar to the slightly bubbly drink in front of him. "No, though I'm sure the professors would appreciate me more if I were," he grinned before taking a cautious sip of his drink.
"Of course, with the controversey stirred lately, you're known to almost all residents of Hogwarts," Wincing as he burned his tongue, he leaned forward. "Ian Gray," he gave a small smile, "Not as known, but surely as unruly." He added jokingly before turning back to his drink and trying for another, slower, sip.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Dec 21, 2006 21:43:41 GMT
Boggleworth smiled Ian Gray as he pronounced himself to be seemed much like himself in so many ways; which of course he thought of as a good thing.
Being his usual chatty self he said jovially "well what the teachers want they don't always get, especially when we're around, I surmise you're much like yourself my friend and I mean that in the best way possible, if indeed there is a good way," he joked.
Pretending to brim with pride he said "I say, me well known," but he couldn't keep the pretence up, as normal he would say exactly what popped into his head.
"well I suppose I have caused quite a stir, and rightly so the damn ministry can't get away with everything, especially when I'm about."
Boggleworth chuckled "unruly are you? We shall see about that, I hope you're not all talk and no action," he teased wanting to test Ian; to his limits if need be.
"What lessons do you take then Ian? If in fact you ever get to them. I presume you won't make it to Astronomy if you're essay isn't completed?"
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