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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 15, 2007 22:51:37 GMT -5
Don chewed his food thoughtfully, then responded. "A Curse-Breaker, but I'm keeping my options open. I just told them what I knew they wanted to hear."
Interested in how Thomas might've interacted with those in authority, he inquired the same of him. "What did you tell the nosy buggers?"
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 15, 2007 22:18:54 GMT -5
'Failing? Is that why he's here?'
Dónall nodded in understanding.
Pretending to ignore some of Thomas' words, Don then moved the conversation in a different direction. Using his peer's last name, as he did with everyone, he asked. "So, Angelo, what year are you? I'm Sixth."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 15, 2007 21:46:17 GMT -5
His eyes lit up at the blond haired boy's words. Don then squinted his eyes in concentration, and chose his next words very carefully. "Yes, well, Hogwarts is known for it's tolerance, I suppose."
Bringing his voice down to a whisper, he continued. "In that Hero boy Potter's day they even had a Werewolf on staff."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 15, 2007 20:29:09 GMT -5
'Aha, a Frenchy.' he thought to himself. 'Not bad.'
Don shook the boy's hand, without breaking eye contact, and inquired, "Quite an interesting little ceremony we have here, hm?"
He pulled back his hand slowly and picked up his fork to play with. He seemed completely uninterested, even in in his own question.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 15, 2007 19:33:18 GMT -5
Dónall had noticed the new-comer when he had first sat down at his House table, but he had paid him no notice; that was treating him the same as any other of his peers.
They were seated close, though there was empty space between them. Don decided not to be friendly, but to sate his curiosity. He moved down a bit and attempted a conversation with the 'new bloke.'
"Hullo, the name's Dónall" he said, sticking out his hand in a polite fashion.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 14, 2007 20:29:00 GMT -5
Don looked up every once in a while, when a new student was sorted into his House. 'Look at them,' Dónall thought to himself, 'they're tiny, little eleven year olds. What could they possibly do for Slytherin. They're so frightened.'
Sighing, he turned his attention to the staff table; always a source of entertainment. 'Well, well, well, looks as though there's a competition going on. See there's the Headmistress trying not to be so obvious looking at the red head, and the red head's busy ogling the Runes Prof...'
His eyes scanning the room again, they briefly fell on a student being sorted. 'Bugger, that one's definitely a Huffle.' He had been right, for that seconds later she had been sent to the Huffepuff table.
Looking back at the staff table, his eyes were drawn back to the little triangle. 'There's defintiely something going on between those two.' The Headmistress and the new Flying Instructor were talking now, and at the touch of the man's hand, the Headmistress actually blushed!
Chuckling quietly, Dónall amusedly said to himself. "This year may just be alright after all..."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 12, 2007 22:42:16 GMT -5
Seated at the end of the Slytherin table, Dónall quietly glared around the room. His eyes fell on the Centaur who had taken points from him, watching as she tipped on her way to her seat. He laughed silently, wondering why in the world a Centaur would even be allowed in the school; something he had wondered since she had started working there before.
His eyes wandered to the rest of the staff, briefly resting on the red haired man from the train. It seemed as though this man was drawn to the Headmistress, for she was the first one he went to after he entered the Great Hall. Though, now that he watched more closely, it seemed as though the Headmistress had tried to ignore him because he was focusing more on the blonde seated next to her.
His eyes darted to his Head of House as he sauntered in, probably to let the Headmistress know that they were ready, and then to the Lannsman brood. He didn't much like children, really, but he couldn't help but think how cute these children were, despite their inherent tendencies to be obnoxious brats. All children were like that, and he would definitely try not to let appearnces fool him.
He watched as the first years filed in behind Deputy Headmaster Novim, and he barely listened to the Headmistress' cliche speech about the Sorting Ceremony. He sat back and zoned out for the ceremony ahead.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 11, 2007 19:16:10 GMT -5
Dónall walked into the Great Hall without so much as a twitch of his pursed lips. He showed no emotion; he wasn't happy to be back in school, and even less ecstatic at the prospect of siting with his peers and listening to a boring speech and watching the Sorting Ceremony. The sooner he could get to his Dorm, the better.
He walked right past the rest of his House-Mates and sat himself down at the far end of the table, furthest away from the other House tables and staff table. His 'friend' seated himself a few seats down, already trained to know not to sit too close, lest Dónall lashed out at something he would say or do. Don's House-Mates knew to keep a comfortable distance from the boy; they had all mostly been on the recieving end of his 'tantrums' at some point or another.
Don sat silently, watching the commotion around the room. Bored out of his mind, he wished he could be outside by the lake, under his favorite tree, with a good book. Soon enough, he'd get back into his school routine.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 22, 2007 19:22:03 GMT -5
Don surveyed the students around him; none seemed ready to volunteer an answer. He had just fished out his parchment and quill, and his homework, and it was placed in front of him on his desk.
He looked down at his assignment, and spoke out, "Poseidon, the Greek god of the sea. His element was, obviously, that of water."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 20, 2007 18:07:32 GMT -5
Dónall walked into class a little upset. As usual, he had recieved an owl that day saying that he was to remain in the school for Christmas Holiday. He would not be returning home, nor would he be spending Christmas with his family. Chances were he would wake up to find gifts at the foot of his bed, things his parents had others pick out for him. Nobody else ever gave him holiday gifts.
He shouldn't be upset, though. He expected this, and always did enjoy the solitude of the Slytherin Common Room during that time. Things had been changing this year, and he supposed maybe this was all just part of that change. He was finally realizing how wrong it was to be away from one's family at a time like this.
He shuffled his feet as he made his way to his desk, and barely nodded in the professor's direction. He plopped down into his seat, and dropped his bag on the floor next to him. He crossed his arms and waited for more students to arrive. There were only a few others who had arrived just before him.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 3, 2007 8:58:13 GMT -5
As the class ended, Dónall packed up his things, and nodded to the professor. He then walked out of the Transfiguration classroom without looking back.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 2, 2007 15:11:27 GMT -5
On a more serious note, Donall decided to answer this question properly. He was pretty sure as to what the answer may be, but he knew better than to be so confident in an answer for this class. The professor was known for trick questions.
He said in a clear voice, "Elements themselves are animate things, always moving and changing. Would it be safe to say that this is an Animate Transfiguration?"
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 1, 2007 21:55:48 GMT -5
Dónall wasn't proud of himself at that moment. Especially since his Head of House was not at all amused by his antics.
He lowered his gaze to his parchment and copied down the answers his fellow classmates gave out, and stayed quiet for a little bit.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 1, 2007 19:31:15 GMT -5
Attempting to be cheeky, Dónall simply said aloud, "All of them." This, of course, got some snickers and laughs from his House mates, and looks from the rest of the class.
However, for the first time, Don didn't really feel anything when he did it. His heart wasn't in his comment; he did it simply because that was what was expected from him by his House.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 30, 2007 9:07:34 GMT -5
Don was mildly uncomfortable. He wasn't used to discussing personal matters with anyone, let alone his Head of House. But he knew that if he was ever going to discusss uch things with someone it would be the stone cold Slytherin Head, because he knew he would get straight out truth; nothing would be sugarcoated for him.
"Alright, thank you, professor." he replied quietly. He then turned back to his parchment and quill and occupied himself until the arrival of the last few students.
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