The honeycomb centre of the community known as Hogwarts, the semi-sentient stone in alliance with the plethora of forms which call it home, in whatever may be their tongue, this is where the students swarm, buzzing from floor to floor, encased in a protective edifice. Here too the phantasms float, the poltergeists polka and the house-elves — well, hide.
The ground floor section is festooned with portraits and busts, accompanied by numerous suits of armour, and objets d'art in various forms.
She'd frown, her voice a little frustrated. "...because we don't know what's wrong, or even if there is anything wrong. If there is we don't know that it can be fixed. Maybe it's just...how I am."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Third Year -Hope and Ferlen Black's daughter – 14:18, May 18, 2017 (UTC)
She considered that, trying to find the right thing to say... which she wasn't always good at. "Maybe... it's like.... a bigger puzzle. And sometimes you think that you have a right answer and you get to the last piece and it doesn't fit. It doesn't mean that the puzzle doesn't go together... you just haven't found the right way to assemble it yet." She winced. "Not that we're... assembling you or anything..."
She'd seem unconvinced. "Yeah...maybe." She'd take a deep breath, trying to keep her hope up and put a smile on her face. "So...how are classes for you?"
Regan BlackRavenclaw Third Year -Hope and Ferlen Black's daughter – 14:20, May 18, 2017 (UTC)
She was a bit annoyed-- that had been a really cool analogy, and she liked it... and Rose just discarded it. She shrugged. "They're fine. I don't know why the new History Professor's being all mysterious about where the other one went." She paused for a moment. "Maybe he died or something.... or was murdered, and they didn't want to scare us."
"I was talking about giants Regan, not the Professor. We have no idea what happened to him. I thought we were just throwing out ridiculous ideas. I mean, it's not like a Professor really would have killed someone."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Third Year -Hope and Ferlen Black's daughter – 16:36, May 18, 2017 (UTC)
- Psychotic is a 3 syllable word for any thought too big for little minds Message Me - 03:10, May 11, 2017 (UTC)
With her brown and auburn hair, Rachel sat by herself, right next to a staircase, watching people go past, trying to see if any people she knew would go past her, and played with her cockroach as she did watch out for people.
She was coming down the stairs, a few too many books in her arms. She hadn't really been studying-- more just making a show of it, to see if there'd be anyone worth talking to in there. There hadn't been.
- Psychotic is a 3 syllable word for any thought too big for little minds Message Me - 03:22, May 11, 2017 (UTC)
Rachel kept looking at the people going pass and near her, her eyes quickly stopping on Clara, looking at all the books she had. She was going to keep looking until her cockroach got out of her hands and started crawling away for her and near Clara. "Please don't step on it." Rachel said as she started to follow her cockroach.
-"with the taste of your lips i'm on a ride, you're toxic i'm slippin' under" Message Me – 17:54, April 25, 2017 (UTC)
It's not like Cayley really cares about classes, but she already received a warning the other day and can't afford to be late to Transfiguration now. The moving staircases aren't really helping because she couldn't find her way around. "F*cking stairs, ugh." She curses under her breath.
-"with the taste of your lips i'm on a ride, you're toxic i'm slippin' under" Message Me – 18:03, April 25, 2017 (UTC)
She's a bit startled, but she quickly hides it by glaring at the girl. "Mind your own business, will you?" She then waits for the stairs to move again so she can get to her floor, but it's taking quite a long time, and Cayley's always been an impatient. "What the f*ck is wrong with these stairs!?"
-"with the taste of your lips i'm on a ride, you're toxic i'm slippin' under" Message Me – 18:37, April 25, 2017 (UTC)~
She pauses a bit, because while she understands Italian, she doesn't speak it that much. Though she's pretty sure it has something to do with her being salty. "That doesn't matter. Point is, you talk to me like that again, and I'll pluck the living daylights out of you." While talking, she was slowly walking towards the other girl, and by the time she was done speaking, they were almost head to head.
-"with the taste of your lips i'm on a ride, you're toxic i'm slippin' under" Message Me – 05:10, April 26, 2017 (UTC)
She scoffs. "Little girls like you are not worth my time. Besides, I have better things to do." She turns around, flipping her hair along and then walking towards the stairs that finally moved to the right spot.