The Trophy Room is a room on the third floor of the Hogwarts Castle. Awards, trophies, cups, plates, shields, statues, and medals are kept in crystal glass displays in this room. This room also contains a list of Head Boys and Head Girls. Prominently displayed are Hogwarts Awards for Services to the School, with known recipients being Tom Marvolo Riddle, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Most likely, in 1995, the Triwizard Cup was placed here as well. The Trophy Room is connected to an Armour Gallery. A portrait of Brutus Scrimgeour hangs on one of the walls, hiding a passageway to the Fourth Floor Secret Passage.
- “Discord is the great ill of mankind; and tolerance is the only remedy for it.” Message Me - 16:31, May 24, 2017 (UTC)
It was way too cold for Genesis to even think of exploring but Genesis was anyway. Wrapped up in way to many jackets, Genesis found her way into the Trophy Room and was just standing in the middle of the rooom, looking at the trophies.
- “I'd say go to hell, but I don't want to see you again,” Message Me - 16:36, May 24, 2017 (UTC)
She isn't wearing too protective clothes, which in hindsight was probably the worst idea she has had a while now. She's wearing a coat, with a well-fitted short black dress beneath it. She ends up here, in the Trophy Room, seeking some warmth from the harsh cold outside.
- "It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. "
Message Me - 00:05, May 19, 2017 (UTC)
Instead of finishing his homework, Dex thought it would be a better idea to wander throughout the castle. He got a little lost on the way, but walked into this room to see what it was. He didn't think he had been here before, but there was a pretty girl here, so that made it good, right? "Just hanging out here all alone? Seems like a shame to be hiding your beauty from the world right now."
- echte liebe. Message Me - 01:32, April 26, 2017 (UTC)
It felt weird being back. He's only been here a year, and already it seems like he's been here all four years. He settles into a corner, getting ready to start on some homework - better to start habits now than to procastinate later.
Olan couldn't help but be within the near quite trophy room, softened clay in one of his hands, while The other touching the metal of the different trophies. People would wonder why he touched rather then read what was written on the plaques. One of his many thoughts being that life's achivements really meant nothing when you passed on, unless you became a ghost of course.
He pushed these thoughts away, before leaning against a stand, without thinking, which came crashing to the ground rather loudly. Not being able to hear he assumed he had pushed it away from himself slightly, but that didnt seem to be the case. Though he didn't look to see and instead walked away.