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[crispin-tullan-hprp-blog]

Scratching at his newly etched scar, Crispin walked down the hallway. He felt slightly dazed by the sight of his own blood and he was nearly sick from staring at all pink for around an hour. He was going to have nightmares for months because of that troll. Now he knew that Umbridge wasn't very open minded when it came to curious young wizards. It was just one poster of this muggle model that his sister had introduced him to. It wasn't as though it was a woman or anything and it was stuck on the top of his bed. Crispin kept it there so that his dorm mates wouldn't see it but apparently Professor Umbridge did inspections now and wasn't happy about it. This was why he hadn't said anything to his peers nor to his own family. Crispin cringed as he imagined a howler from his father in front of every member of the school.

[cassia-tullan-hprp-blog]

It was breakfast time and Cassia had just stepped into the Great Hall. On her shoulder was her bag full of books and her hair was a bit messy. She was a bit too sleepy to bother and all because she went on her nightly adventures. Granted she was asleep, Cassia was surprised that none of the professors had clocked on. Perhaps they did but abided by the rules of not waking up a sleepwalker? Cassia was sure they protected her like her parents did back at home. She placed down her bag and sat down at Hufflepuff table, just in time for the post to arrive.

[young-rebellious-mind-blog]

Augustus walked amongst the bookshelves, wand tucked behind his ear and a parchment in hand. He was looking for a particular book to help him with his current homework. For someone who liked to slack, he was enthusiastic about this one. It was Charms and he seriously wanted to impress his head of house. "Where is it?" He mumbled in irritation.

[crispin-tullan-hprp-blog]

With his little sister running off with her friends, Crispin found himself to be relaxed. He was glad it wasn’t raining today so that he could easily soak up the suns ray’s at the Black Lake. In his hands was a magazine popular amongst muggle teenaged girls. Why was he reading it? Well, he was curious but he would tell anybody he was bored. He paused on an article, his cheeks burning as he saw a picture accompanying. Quickly he closed it and stuffed it behind his back in the hopes that nobody saw him looking at the thing. He hoped that there wasn’t any muggle burns around or else they would have caught such a moment.

[nathan-alsop]

Tapping his fingers against the railing, Nat watched as the stairs moved around. He was supposed to be tutoring a first year, but said first year never arrived. His foot began to tap the floor as he steadily grew more and more annoyed. “You should learn the meaning of manners and the concept of how to tell time.” He snapped as he heard approaching footsteps. “I don’t have all day to spend on you and I wo...” he trailed off when he turned around and noticed that he wasn’t scolding a first year Hufflepuff. “Ah, hi there.”