Welcome to Gryffindor, where as long as there's a spark in your heart we'll fan it into an inferno. Do you think those flame colours came about by accident. No way! We're raw, raging courage, and pure heart.
OK, so, passwords - well, obviously, you just have to learn them - by heart, get it? We've had some that couldn't and it caused a mess of trouble, so if worst comes to worst, get your folks to buy you a Remembrall.
This is where heart and soul will bring you, and here you'll find nothing but hearty souls, ready to embark on adventure and cast caution to the wind - in a righteous cause, of course. We follow the rules, but we're not their slaves, and whenever the school, or any good thing, needs standing up for, there you'll find us, in the vanguard.
Jacob LawsonThunderbird Sixth Year -Torn between two worlds – 16:06, August 12, 2018 (UTC)
He quite liked staying in this room, despite sometimes wondering what the other ones were like. It was cozy, he liked the fireplace... it reminded him quite a bit of home, in some ways. He was sitting on a chair, playing with a quill, twirling it around in his fingers.
Draped easily over an armchair and chewing some Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Richard's working on his Transfiguration homework. It's really the only subject he's willing to do extra work for, so he seems pretty engrossed in it.
Jacob LawsonThunderbird Sixth Year -Torn between two worlds – 16:14, August 12, 2018 (UTC)
He started twirling the quill a little faster, biting his tongue in concentration. He had it going for a few minutes before it spun off his fingers, near the floor of the other guy who was studying nearby.
When a flying object comes shooting towards him, Richard's mind automatically goes to Charlotte (she doesn't even come here any more, that's how scarred she's left him), and he lifts a hand to deflect. Looking up, he realises it's just someone dropping a pen on the floor, so runs his hand through his hair instead. Smooth, Richard, wow. Picking it up, he tosses it back to the other boy. "Throw it behind you next time," he says, nodding past him to where his other friend (Margot) is sitting. "Ten galleons if you get her head."
Jacob LawsonThunderbird Sixth Year -Torn between two worlds – 16:27, August 12, 2018 (UTC)~
He looked over at the other girl, and then back to the guy who'd spoken. "I wasn't trying to throw it, I'm sorry. Just lost control of it." He picked his pen up and started twirling it through and around his fingers again. "This is what I was doing."
He shrugs, breaking into an easy grin. "Still, it'd be funny," he says. "I'm Richard, by the way. You're from Ilvermorny?" The only American he really knows is Margot, and she's lowkey mean, but his hopes are high for this one.
Jacob LawsonThunderbird Sixth Year -Torn between two worlds – 16:36, August 12, 2018 (UTC)
He nodded. "Did the accent give it away?" He asked, grinning back. "I'm Jacob. It's nice to meet you."