proudgreenauror | Entries tagged with seventh-years

I'm currently installed in small hotel near St. Mungo's. If the paint is peeling... a lot... and the dust bunnies are lively enough to gnaw my leg-warmers to shreds... and the splits in the insulation are too wide to block off even with The Big, Huge, Massive Compendium of Magical Self-Expansion.... at least it has a marvelous view of... a bunch of chimney-pots, or would if there weren't so much fog!!!! But the best part is I'm on the fifteenth floor, so I get a lot of exercise between visiting Lee and Kimi!!!! Why waste Floo powder when I'm only three doors away?

..I miss my common room. *lip wobbles*

Lee was able to sit up today. He's eager to get back into his regular routine! I've had to ~~promise~~ threaten extra stamina work next week to get him to stay still. His MAGNIFICENT RESILIENCE is TRULY INSPIRING!!!!!

[[Private to Honey, hackable by Lee's friends]]

Honey, your idea of sending Lee a stuffed animal is grand!! What do you think of a giant Chinese dragon, representing his heritage and magical ambitions? And speaking of which, I've ordered Eiji's present. He should be getting it any day now. *shiny grin*

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[[Private to Temari]]

Temari, how is Gaara holding up?

[[/private]]

[[Honey and Gai got Eiji one of these for his birthday. Ph3ar teh sparkly cuteness of the seventh-year Hufflepuff. Gai also ordered a tortoise for Honey's birthday, to go along with Usa-chan.]]

Current Location: Small London hotel
Current Music: traffic rattling by downstairs

[[Actions visible only to people who are abroad at five-thirty in the morning]]

Gai wakes up early as usual, but for once doesn't sprint down to the Great Hall to work out. He dresses quickly in the dark and slips out of the curtains of his four-poster, shivering a bit at the morning chill. For a moment he stands still, listening for any sign of life from the other seventh-years. Hearing nothing, he reaches into the very back of his desk and brings out a thin packet of flimsy paper containing a length of ribbon which smells faintly of chocolate.

He sits for some minutes looking out the window, absently winding the ribbon around his fingers. Then he picks up a quill and a sheet of paper, its faded color the burnt red of rust or old blood. He writes on it quickly for several minutes.

When he reaches the end of the paper, he folds into an origami heart without stopping to look it over again. The first rays of sunlight steal through the window, and Gai murmurs a levitating charm, guides the folded paper out into the open air, and sets it on fire. It burns quickly and brightly, leaving only a trace of ash which drifts away on the wind.

Satisfied, Gai tucks the ribbon back into his desk, digs out the books for the day's classes, and ambles down to the common room to struggle over Arithmancy until breakfast.

[[Three inches of snow, and RATS my campus is closed, which means I'm stuck on the slow, slow landline today with five people competing for the computer.

Sakura-mun, Itachi-mun, what kind of a reaction were you looking for?

Also, I'm going to draw a picture of Gai at the ball... early on, before the inevitable chaos starts. Who else wants to be in it?]]

There's nothing like an after-class mug of thick hot chocolate in the Great Hall. It's amazing how a few good classes and a ~~semi-~~decent night's sleep can put things back in perspective. Speaking of which -- Lee, how was your outing?? Inquiring minds want to know!

Counselor Yukari, can I drop in at your office tomorrow and talk about my post-grad options?

[Filtered to seventh-years]

Only a few more months... can you believe it? I can't wait to test for the Auror program. Who else has post-graduation plans?

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OI, KAKASHI! Care for a game of noughts and crosses? ~~If I don't win back those two points, I'll.... wait, I said that already.~~

Current Location: the Great Hall
Current Music: students milling around

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