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Post by maximillian leopold on May 25, 2009 22:30:12 GMT -6
The lions roar and young men soar
The flames all scorch the circus floor [/font][/i][/b] Max stared off into the hallway, a typical Monday, classes then homework. It sucked going from floor to floor, to different classes to bore himself to death. It should be worth it, his mother has already decided a future for him. Just like his aunts and his mother he’d be an auror for the ministry. He needed a bunch of OWLs and NEWTs for it though, which pretty much was almost like suicide, then with the training and such, it was as if he was being sent to a college, only not in the way muggles used it. Aurors were the protectors against anything from death eaters to dark spellcasters. He disliked the fact about the major responsibility of keeping wizards safe from evil. It was like they were the super heroes of magic, which only had miniscule differences. Super heroes had super powers, Aurors had nothing but pure magic. Heroes can fly, Aurors use broomsticks. It wasn’t that difficult to understand, they all only lived for one thing and died for it, which was a huge responsibility, like a muggle joining one of those muggle armies or navy, it was kind of like that. He hated the pressure it caused.
A turn and up the stairs to his sixth floor class, what was it again, muggle studiesright? He looked around, there were other sixth years, possibly a few hufflepuffs were around for him to talk to. He knew he had this class with some that he talked to, at least someone. The question was, why did he take this class? It was something that would probably be useful or boring, usually both. He rolled his eyes to stumble upon one female hufflepuff, what was her name again, Cambria? He would notice her little blonde head anywhere, and she was okay, only a few hellos here and there, nothing much really.He decided to mess around with the girl, “tirare a indovinare” he told her in his main tongue. It was Italian for “guess who” more like "take a wild guess" which is what he used to joke around with everyone. Most of the sixth years knew what it meant of course, and they would know “who” it was.
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Post by cambria larue on May 25, 2009 23:01:15 GMT -6
Cambria LaRue made her way down the sixth floor corridor. She was headed for her last class of the day, thank goodness, or she thought she might go crazy. She really hated some classes. And others she really loved. Muggle studies, though, ew. Thank goodness she was done with that for the day. She was pretty sure the sixth years had it now, though. Sucked to be them, that was for sure.
She glanced down at her schedule as she hurried along. She still hadn't entirely figured everything out yet. She was trying to get it memorized without much success. She had never been good at the whole Hogwarts schedule thing. She had a tough time with it for some reason.
She glanced over as someone spoke in something that was quite clearly not English. She was pretty sure she knew who it was and her blue gaze landed on the dark haired boy, giving him a blank look before smiling and rolling her eyes slightly. "English please, honey" she said with a slight laugh. She supposed it must have been Italian. She was pretty sure that was where Max was from originally, although she wasn't entirely sure.
She also wasn'ts ure why she never hung out with this kid more often. He seemed like her sort of person, the sort who liked too goof off, the sort she could probably drag down with her when she went and got into trouble. She grinned, and glanced at the classroom door. "Muggle studies?" she asked, wiggling a blond eyebrow. "Sucks to be you" she told him with a slight smirk.
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Post by maximillian leopold on May 26, 2009 17:48:16 GMT -6
The lions roar and young men soar
The flames all scorch the circus floor [/font][/i][/b] He laughed slightly for the blonde’s comment. “English please?” she had asked him. Max made a smile, she was a sweet girl, but not intentionally his type. She was, how he would say, ‘pretty, but not the right person’. It was odd how older girls or girls around his year didn’t seem to recognize him the way younger females did. He didn’t mind the conversations, it was like he was a male version of what people these days called ‘cougars’. You might probably know the definition of the slang term, a cougar: a woman in her late thirties, late forties, and the rare occasion, early to late fifties, who has a fancy for younger men. With max, it seems as if he has more likely, the girls have a fancy to him, a older yet still seemingly young man. The term ‘cougar’ should have a slang term for a male right? Wrong actually. We shall make up a new term for an older man into younger female, a ‘Puma’. Now, back to the story.
A smile tugged at the edges of his lips before annoying her once more, “Mi dispiace, cara mia.” Max said, “My apologies.” His smile brightened his face. “Of course it sucks, but it’s a class we all must get over with every single day.” He rolled his eyes at the subject. “What was the lecture about today? The wonders of muggle homes?” that probably wasn’t it. The sixth year students’ lectures are never what fifth years’ were learning. One would probably be about the basics, the other, maybe a more into the subject. Max did take it last year, only with the thought of getting an easy grade, which was technically difficult for him to achieve. The muggle world quite frankly is very different from what the way wizards think it is. Muggles weren’t as barbaric and primitive as what he had thought. They were advanced creatures. They can make things float without a wand, but there were a few downs. Muggles could not perform transfiguration, unless they were muggle born wizards. In anyway, their lives were about the same as wizards, only they didn’t have the wonderful perks.
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