Post by Andrew Poleyn on Sept 7, 2009 22:17:53 GMT -5
Andrew Poleyn arrived the Drakborough school, silver-shod suitcase in hand, when he saw the arch. He'd missed the first day of classes, the welcome, all those things. He was used to it, though. Brushing back his dark hair, he looked up at the school. It was pretty impressive. Maybe I'll actually stay here for the whole of this year. He'd only been able to have two years at any one school on account of his father's profession...and their bloodline. Yeah, yeah, Dad, I know, the bad things find us. Doesn't mean we shouldn't go out and have fun. The platitudes of his father rang in his head. Auror. Right. That won't be me. I'm going to have more fun than that.
There was a plaque on the front of the Arch. "This Arch was constructed one year following the inception of Firefox University following the destruction of the former Grand Gates of Slytherin during the War of the Shadows. We hope it will serve the same purpose, and will be a doorway for students of the future.
In memory of those who perished in the destruction, R.I.P."
He cursed under his breath. Nobody I end up letting myself care about will die. Not while I'm around. Not long as I can help it. An exasperated sigh escaped him. Well, that started a lot more confident. "Well...I'll be safe at least...and all the scary freaky bad stuff goes after me before other things. And if I'm safe...then they're safe. Okay." It was circular logic, and slightly insane, but moving around as much as he had and not having the chance to develop long-lasting friendships tended to do that.
So...the question is...who will I end up letting myself care about?
There was a plaque on the front of the Arch. "This Arch was constructed one year following the inception of Firefox University following the destruction of the former Grand Gates of Slytherin during the War of the Shadows. We hope it will serve the same purpose, and will be a doorway for students of the future.
In memory of those who perished in the destruction, R.I.P."
He cursed under his breath. Nobody I end up letting myself care about will die. Not while I'm around. Not long as I can help it. An exasperated sigh escaped him. Well, that started a lot more confident. "Well...I'll be safe at least...and all the scary freaky bad stuff goes after me before other things. And if I'm safe...then they're safe. Okay." It was circular logic, and slightly insane, but moving around as much as he had and not having the chance to develop long-lasting friendships tended to do that.
So...the question is...who will I end up letting myself care about?