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Post by Erin Hoffman on May 14, 2011 0:40:52 GMT -5
It might sound a bit superficial, but one of Erin's favorite palces in the castle was the trophy room. Okay, so she didn't have any thing with her name engraved in it. No outstanding student awards, no perfect attendence awards, and certainly no quidditch awards. So why be so intriqued with such a place? It's simple, really. Only the oaf's who can't get enough of themselves prowl into the trophy room, and that was extremely rare. Mostly, said oaf's were too busy setting sights on the nearest and easiest prize. Something else to plaster their names onto, help enlarge their already enormous heads.
So why the Trophy Room? Because Erin found it all a bit too amusing. Whenever she had a bad day, wasn't feeling too well, needed a boost in her own ego, she'd step in this room and think to herself, 'I'm so lucky not to be one of them.' Don't get me wrong, Erin was the last person to pass judgement on anyone, but she believed there was more to life than fame and fortune. Who needed to live forever? Eventually these trophy's would be hidden away behind new trophies. Nothing is eternal. This room reminded her that life was precious, it needed meaning. Something more than glittering gold.
Today was an off day for Erin. She had just had a run in with Robbie a few moments ago, who shoved her off as if she were a wasp trying to sting him. Everytime he pushed her away it felt like a piece of her cracked. If she was having too good a day, she could always count on Robbie to go and ruffle it up.
Her sanctuary. Stepping into the room she paused a moment and inhaled. Ah, the smell of freshly polished metal. Nothing could beat that. Except for chocolate. Her stomach grumbled at the thought and she mentally rolled her eyes at herself. She had a nice candy stash under her bed back in her dorm, no need to focus on such trivial things. She grinned and walked deeper inside.
'Brian Turner - Seeker '77' She read, a small trophy with a snitch sitting atop it, its wings moving slowly as she passed by.
A plaque for the year of 1999 with a list of three names on it. Bountiful Upbringing of Rare Plants was the title. Erin giggled. The B.U.R.P Awards. Emilia Grove, Amanda Summertime and Samuel Green were the names listed.
Turning away from the trophy's and walking towards the only window in the room, Erin sighed and looked outside. Not too cold a day, she should really be outside.
But who would choose to be outside when they could be surrounded by so much fame and glory?
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on May 14, 2011 19:05:47 GMT -5
“Shh, I’m not here.” A short, stocky young woman had ducked into the trophy room, her brilliant sapphire hair lighting up the place. She darted behind a rack of large quid ditch trophies, shooting Erin a wink and a ‘please don’t give me away’ look. Just as she got into hiding, a ghost swooped into the room.
“Ikkle Ravenclaw, where are you?” He cackled, before spotting Erin. “it’s a tubby little Huffapuff.” He said in his sing-song voice. “Wot’re you doing in here, fatty? No food in here!” Peeves cackled again, doing a backwards swoop before he floated closer to his new prey.
“Hey ghost boy!” Nuriko stood, her wand pointed at the ghost. “I’m over here… catch!” And she threw a few well-aimed hexes at the poltergeist, who retreated, his ghostly nose expanding to monstrous proportions.
And Nuriko stuck her tongue out at her old enemy as he swooped out of the room, ranting. Not a terribly adult thing to do, but Nuri was never all that good at being terribly adult.
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Post by Erin Hoffman on May 14, 2011 20:11:54 GMT -5
Erin choked back a yelp when the woman rushed inside and shot a whisper her way. She furrowed her brows at her, watching as the woman qucikly found a hiding spot. What in Merlin's name...? The woman shot her a look, not neccessarily a pleading look, but a look just the same. Spotting that twinkle in the girl's eye, Erin smirked in response.
First came the voice of the perp the girl was running from. A voice Erin knew all too well. Physically rolling her eyes, Erin turned towards the door and waited for the polterguist to enter the room and a moment later, Peeves entered the room. The Hufflepuff sighed.
"It’s a tubby little Huffapuff. Wot’re you doing in here, fatty? No food in here!”
"Clever," Erin said with a yawn. "I could very well eat you, you nasty old thing! You know, us large folk enjoy trying new flavors."
Before Peeves could respond, the girl shot out of her hiding spot. Quite playfully, she threw a game his way. "Catch!" and with that, she began to shoot hexes and curses his way. Erin's jaw dropped, the ghost was fast, dodging one but the girl was faster and BOOM he was struck. His nose began to grow and Peeves retreated as quickly as he could, shooting some rather nasty remarsk as he left.
For a moment, the room was quiet, then Erin burst out in loud laughter. "Brilliant!" She exclaimed. "That was brilliant!" Clutching her abdomen she continued her laughter. "I don't believe I have ever...Seen him...Run...So fast!"
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on May 15, 2011 17:56:41 GMT -5
For a moment, the room was quiet, then Erin burst out in loud laughter. "Brilliant!" She exclaimed. "That was brilliant!" Clutching her abdomen she continued her laughter. "I don't believe I have ever...Seen him...Run...So fast!"
Nuriko grinned. “Stick with me kid, and you’ll see him run that fast again!” Her soft Southern accent gave the words a smooth rhythm. She tucked her wand behind her ear, throwing out one hand to be shook in an exaggerated fashion. “Riko. Nice to meet you-- you weren’t too bad yourself. He’s not too inventive sometimes, is he?”
She then seemed to notice which room she was in for the first time. “The trophy room? Sweet!” The energetic Ravenclaw spun in a circle before stopping and bounding over to a rack. “Hey, our house cup!” She trailed her fingers lightly over a couple, upon which Ravenclaw was engraved in slanting, elegant letters with the team member names below. “We hope to get it again this year, twill be our third inna row!” She glanced over at Erin.
“Hey, what’s your name anyway?”
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Post by Erin Hoffman on May 15, 2011 20:59:55 GMT -5
“Stick with me kid, and you’ll see him run that fast again!”
If truth rang in the girl's voice, Erin wouldn't miss it for the world. It was a rare occurance a student got the best of Peeves. He seemed to target the meek type, hooting and hollering as they ran off the opposite way, tears running down their cheeks. Actually, this was probably the first time she had ever seen someone toy with him. A little game of cat and mouse, in a sense.
Erin, herself, had been targeted by him a few times, and though it shamed her to admit it, she had allowed his words to get the best of her in the past. But this was her fifth year of school. Time to grow up. Words were nothing, even actions meant very little. If you couldn't respect yourself, you'd always become a target. This is why Erin decided to love herself exactly for who she was.
"The trophy room? Sweet!" The girl exclaimed, as if finally getting a grip as to where she was. Erin giggled, watching as she walked over to a rack and admired her house cup.
"Yes, Ravenclaw is pretty popular in winning that year after year," Erin said, her eyes locked on the trophy. "We Badgers don't really have much in our name. Save for a few Quidditch awards." Erin shook her head in amusement.
If you want to talk about a daft indivisual, Erin would fit that description more often than not. The girl asked her what her name was, was this the second time already? She couldn't tell if it was because the girl was too quick to take interest in new things or if Erin was too slow to process such a simple question, that called for a second time in asking. Not only this, but she noticed the change in accent. Deffinately not British, well, no that was a lie. There was a hint of British in the way she spoke, but something else stuck out, something Erin couldn't quite put her nose on.
"Erin," she said, grinning and offering a friendly hand, "Hoffman."
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on May 15, 2011 23:08:17 GMT -5
"Yes, Ravenclaw is pretty popular in winning that year after year," Erin said, her eyes locked on the trophy. "We Badgers don't really have much in our name. Save for a few Quidditch awards."
“A Huffapuff?” Nuriko said, turning back to the other girl. “Oh yeah, ghost-boy called you a Huffapuff, didn’t he?” She straightened, looking up at the taller girl. “Whhhyyy is everyone so much taller?” She complained, “Even the Kameren kid’s taller, and he’s only ten!” She looked rather dismayed at the limitations of her short frame.
"Erin," she said, grinning and offering a friendly hand, "Hoffman.”
“Hoffman the Hufflepuff. Interesting. Lovely to meet you, Erin.” Nuriko shook her hand enthusiastically. “This is all very lovely and awesome and top hole an’ all that,” she looked around the room, “But what do you say we go outside? Tis a beautiful day. Do you have a broom? I bet you’re wicked on a broom. Lets go flying!”
She declared this as if it were the best idea in the world, in fact, the only idea in the world, and as if Erin would of course agree too. “Or we could do something else?” she added, to be fair.
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Post by Erin Hoffman on May 16, 2011 1:36:56 GMT -5
Flying? It did sound fun. After the long winter, it felt like it had been ages since she'd hopped on her broom. It was another favorite past time of hers, flying around the castle, looking down at all the other students. There was something peaceful about the skies, but her favorite had to be night flying. A thing she rarely had the oppertunity to do, what with the Hogwarts curfew and all.
"You bet your little butt I'm wicked on a broom," Erin said, grinning again. "No pun intended," she added with a playful wink.
Normally, they had you keep your broom in the storage lockers, down near the Quidditch pitch, but Erin prefered to keep hers close by, leaning against the fireplace in the Hufflepuff Common room. No one complained, save for a little first year a few months back, who worried the broom might catch fire.
"Questin is, uh...well, the first question is what is your name?" Erin giggled, "The second is, are you prepared to lose to me in a race?"
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on May 16, 2011 23:40:22 GMT -5
"You bet your little butt I'm wicked on a broom," Erin said, grinning again. "No pun intended," she added with a playful wink.
“Hey!” Nuriko protested, looking around at her butt. She wasn’t exactly skinny, but she took the comment to mean that she was short, her one sore point on her looks. “I’m not that little!” She glowered at the other girl, feeling put out before brightening, seized by an idea. “See?” She made a fist, showing off the hardened muscles of her arms. They bulged, little fat on them to make them soft and feminine.
“Accio Broom!” She waved her wand out the window, pointing it at the Ravenclaw tower. With any luck, no one would get brained as the broom answered her call and zoomed from her room and out the window.
"Questin is, uh...well, the first question is what is your name?" Erin giggled, "The second is, are you prepared to lose to me in a race?"
Nuriko gave the girl a strange look. She’d said her name, hadn’t she? She was pretty certain she had…. But then she’d made that mistake before. “Riko.” She repeated, then grinned. “Nah. Are you prepared to lose?”
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Post by Erin Hoffman on May 19, 2011 19:19:08 GMT -5
"Oh! I'm sorry," Erin said, a half embarrassed laugh escaping her lips, "I can easily get distracted when people are talking. It's a terrible habit, it's nice to be reaquainted with you and your your name."
A slight blush could be seen on the Hufflepuff's cheeks before she clapped her hands together as Neko held her broom and reached to her back pocket and called for her own broom. A few moments later her broom came whizzing through the trophy room door and she caught it easily in her hands. "Wouldn't it be terribly dangerous and a bit detention warrented if we just flew out the window?" Erin asked, strattleing her broom, and allowing herself to hover slightly. "Where's the fun without a bit of rule breaking?"
She didn't know if the girl was the type to snitch, if she would follow through with an obviously rediculous idea, but without testing her boundries immediately, how would she find out? Without waiting for a response from the Ravenclaw, Erin zipped passed and flew out the open window pausing only a moment to cal after the girl, "Hurry up, Neko! Two laps around the lake, finish line at the womping willow!"
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on May 24, 2011 22:53:01 GMT -5
"Wouldn't it be terribly dangerous and a bit detention warrented if we just flew out the window?" Erin asked, strattleing her broom, and allowing herself to hover slightly. "Where's the fun without a bit of rule breaking?"
Nuri grinned, already she liked this girl! She stepped up to the windowsill, straddling the broom before she kicked off, shooting off and away from the tall tower. She didn’t look down, unafraid of the height as they soared towards the grounds-- that is, out away from the castle and not down, on a crash course.
"Hurry up, Neko! Two laps around the lake, finish line at the womping willow!"
Nuriko groaned. “Riko.” She stressed the Ri. “RI-ko.” She shouted it over the wind, then leaned forward, streaking ahead towards the lake. The game was on!
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