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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 16, 2007 19:59:24 GMT -5
The small thing approached Nicholas slowly, and sniffed his hand couple of times, before looking up at him,
'...Floyd... C'mon... Don't...'
But he did. he quickly scampered up Nicholas's arm and onto his shoulder, satisfied. Stevie only kept his eyes on Floyd, and being the unobservent child he is, didn't notice the young man standing there.
It was strange. Stevie noticed small things, like changes in pigment in different colors, yet sometimes he didn't notice whole people, maybe even doors. He still regretted the day he walked head on right into that wall. Though, being Stevie, he simply got up and walked on. He doesn't let bad things bother him for long, unless they're about his friends.
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Post by Nicholas Gawain Lannsman on Nov 16, 2007 20:15:47 GMT -5
There was a slight look of surprise in Nicholas' eyes; more pleased than shocked. As Floyd chittered and chattered on his shoulder, Nicholas chuckled and waggled a finger in response. "No, really. I mean it Floyd. You've got a pretty decent pitch. Your rhythm is also pretty on-"
Nicholas felt the presence more than saw the young man behind him, turning around to see James standing there. Nicholas' expression softened and took on a more sombre demeanor. "Okay, I'll just say bye to Floyd, and be right with you. Do you think that you could find your brother and sister while I'm finishing up?"
James nodded solemnly, adding a "Sure thing, Nick." With that, he turned and began to walk up the stairs. "Albus! Where are you?"
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 16, 2007 20:26:07 GMT -5
Floyd, somehow, understood this. With one last low 'yip!' as to say goodbye, he quickly scampered off of Nicholas's shoulder, and into Stevie's pocket again, making himself comfortable. Stevie really needs something soft, or a blanket or something in there...
Stevie mentally sighed. "So, um, where is... Everything?" He asked, a slight hint of bashfulness in his voice.
"Oh, but you can straighten out any problems with... Uh... This guy first." He meant James.
"I'll just need to know, at least, where the bedrooms are, for now..." He definitely felt a bit stupid right now, but it was his first day. He couldn't HELP but feel, well, helpless.
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Post by Nicholas Gawain Lannsman on Nov 16, 2007 20:50:32 GMT -5
"Well, the dorms for you are up the left staircase, not the right. The right is the girls dorm, and I doubt you want a hex thrown in your direction. If you have any other questions, look for some of the older students with the badges. They're Prefects, like Mademoiselle Wood over there." Nicholas said, indicating one of the older girls in the room. Her curly hair cascaded over her shoulders and she looked over to Nicholas with a smile.
"Is there anything I can help with, Professor Lannsman?" she asked, seeming concerned. She cast a look to Stevie, waving her hand. "Hello."
"Yes, actually. I need to talk to the Potters for a minute. Would you mind answering Stevie's questions, should he have any uintil I return? I'll see you later Stevie. Maybe we could jam sometime." he asked, standing up. His cloak swept back for a moment and fully displayed a silver longword sheathed at left his hip.
"Sure thing, Professor."
Finally, both boys returned and a few moments after sending a girl upstairs, so did their sister. He offered a meak smile to them, indicating the door with his left hand. "If you can come with me, please, I'd like to speak with you in private." he said, with a soft and compassionate tone.
They offered their agreements and left the common room. Soon enough, others began to chat amongst themselves.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 16, 2007 20:58:23 GMT -5
"Um... Hi!" He said, attempting to start some conversation.
"My question is... Well, where is... Everything? I really don't want to be late my first day of school here..." He asked, feeling a bit strange at asking an older student something he should be asking a professor, but Stevie assumed if Nicholas trusted her, then Stevie should too.
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Post by Nicholas Gawain Lannsman on Nov 17, 2007 10:57:53 GMT -5
The Prefect smiled. "Well, Stevie, there's no need to worry. Like Professor Lannsman said, your bed is upstairs right over there. I can't there because it's a boys dorm but if you need any help up there, find a prefect or me again. I'll find someone to help you upstairs. As for your classes, we're going to have some of the other students who've been here before show you all the way to classes when they start, so there's no need to worry about that now. Now's a time to get to know everyone and settle into you new home for the next while. Is that alright?"
A few of the other students close by could be overheard.
"It's really too bad about their dad-"
"Don't worry, they'll be alright."
"I don't think many Slytherins would agree."
"If any Slytherins say anything to them that's remotely disrespectful, they'll be hit with the biggest bat bogey hex they've ever thought possible."
"You know, I do have a few dung bomb shoe fresheners-"
"We're not allowed those in school, you heard the Headmistress!"
"But Dad gave them to me! As a parting gift!"
"Did your mom know about this?"
"Good point."
"Don't worry, anyway. Albus, James and Lilly are tough as nails. And besides, we're here for them, right?"
"I'm pretty sure Nick is there for them too. He lost his father when he was younger too."
"Really? I suppose it's a Gryffindor thing, to stick together."
"I think it more of a family thing."
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 17, 2007 11:24:58 GMT -5
Stevie nodded and smiled, before overhearing the students talking. He really didn't want to get involved, so he just listened. They must be talking about that Harry Potter guy. Those three- Albus, Lily and James- must be his kids or something.Stevie couldn't help feeling bad for these people. Stevie knew if HIS parents died, he'd be downright devastated and probably end up staying at Hogwarts all year, if he could. He wouldn't be able to stand the idea of a foster home.
Stevie walked up, slowly, to his room, hoping that the rooms were separate, so he could play his guitar there and not annoy other people who may be trying to fall asleep.
(I guess that fact would be your choice, whether the rooms are open or enclosed.)
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Post by Nicholas Gawain Lannsman on Nov 17, 2007 11:32:46 GMT -5
The roomis actually open, and large, lush four poster beds line the walls with a chest at the foot of it to put your stuff in. People are in various states of unpacking, some chatting and sitting on beds, others by a window looking outside, some even having a chocloate frog race. There's a few beds that haven't been selected just yet and a few of the first years wave to Stevie as he goes by.
"Hey Stevie."
"Good song, by the way."
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 17, 2007 11:55:41 GMT -5
Stevie grinned and waved back,m and quickly jumped on the last bed near a window, hereby claiming it. Stevie grinned once more, and started putting things in the chest, having found his belongings. He was quickly done, as he basically dumped his stuff in the chest. Though, it somehow managed to be neat. Lastly, on top, he put his guitar. Luckily for Stevie, the chest was just big enough for it. He laid the pick on top of the chest, shut it and locked it, and laid on his bed. This was an AWESOME bed.
Stevie looked out of the window. He had a pretty good view. That was something great to Stevie. Having claimed his bes to be his, he began to look around this place. It wasn't half bad. In fact, it was downright awesome. This home would indeed be a good home.
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