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Post by Andrew Evans on Oct 3, 2009 17:21:21 GMT -5
"Too much fear can make one numb to it however." Andrew had to agree with that statement, though he knew that too much preparation also numbed fear, and both could cause stupidity. He winced as he remembered taking a Cruciatus curse, for someone that he barely new, purely because he thought he was prepared for the pain. While Janet's scars may have been visible, though he himself could not see them at the time, Andrew's were all within, which made concealing them even harder.
"I think awards such as those would not be truly worth as much." He replied, after Janet attempted to come up with ideas for new awards. "They sound more like competitions to me, which if students knew about they'd try to win, but for the sake of winning. Something like an extraordinary goal in quidditch, or catching the snitch at a vital moment in the game, could be better. Something circumstantial that requires skill."
"Creating something of benefit to others is all well and good, but how many people would think about it while they were at school, without knowing about the potential of rewards for it. If the students did know then they'd just be brought back to doing it for the sake of the award, which degrades the achievement again." he tried to think of a way around this, some way that he might not sound so bitter in the way he was dismissing the possibilities. "Maybe if the teachers made up an award, or presented one with hindsight, it could work." He thought of a way to best explain his theory, then continued, "Students could see the award, where ever it was displayed, then decide to try and do something similar to win an award of their own. That'd be much better than all of the 'special services' award that you have to guess at."
"I just think that there should be a difference between awarding people for their achievements, and using awards to bribe people into achieving their potential." He agreed that people should be awarded, and that the professors should probably be keeping more watch for those moments, but when it started happening there was always a risk that others would copy those actions, to steal some of the glory.
"That is true, although I'm sure we could both find others. There are always rooms off of corridors that people don't often use, I'm always walking past doors that I have no idea what's behind them, but it's usually easy to the the difference between doors to more corridors and entrances to actual rooms, so I don't like looking in case there's a class being taught in there." There was always somewhere quiet to be found in Hogwarts, though he now wondered if her statement had been a hint for him to leave. He decided to pay more attention to her actions now, search for other signs that she would like him to leave her be, just in case.
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Janet Numan
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Post by Janet Numan on Oct 16, 2009 19:35:44 GMT -5
(sorry it is not so great, I have been trying to get back into the flow since vaca.)
Janet understood his words rather well, and was slightly sad pressed that she herself had not thought of that right away, for it was an obvious downfall. Awards are a strong and not so important thing after all, it was not like anyone came down here to admire the works of others of what they may have done in the past. It was all forgotten, perhaps even to the receiver of the award. “I do agree. I suppose it is a touchy subject, hence why so few are awarded, but it would be nice to see a name I recognize in here.” She said not feeling that her own name would ever enter this place, but it was a thought non the less.
“Hindsight is 20/20” she agreed slightly, she still had questions about her past that seemed murkier then ever. It was not much to say, and she was doing well to move forward. A dull gaze at the honors Janet was growing tired of seeing others achievements, so long ago, before her Hogwarts years, and they where rather long… what was it her 9th year?
It was her choice though, to come back, and it was going well enough, she was well on her way to finishing this year, and recovering from her mental breakdown well enough, she was not sure if Andrew even noticed her continual questioning for her own words, then again she felt like everyone knew of her past…
“True, and I do admit to enjoy outdoors more.” She added looking around, the castle was indeed cramped, and once could feel trapped at times, and she knew she did. That however was mostly at night, daytime she was comfortable inside, for a while.
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Post by Andrew Evans on Oct 27, 2009 18:30:14 GMT -5
Andrew wasn't entirely sure how he'd feel if he recognized any of the names on the trophies, beyond those of legends. The award to Harry Potter had probably been forgotten amongst the legend, although he expected that Ronald Weasley would have held it to heart for a long time. The trophies made him imagine greatness, but would knowing personally one of the honored make them seem more achievable, and less special all at once? It was a lot to think about, and he was a little glad when the subject moved on once more.
"The outdoors is nice, but only if the weather's good." He replied to Janet, "There's nothing I like better than feeling the wind in my hair when I'm flying, but when it's cold and wet I hate it. Much better to be sat inside near a warm fire, although finding one that's quiet is a bit tricky." The common room was always busy, especially during winter, and so many students knew about the Room of Requirement that it was hard to tell what you would find there, or who would walk in on you.
"At least with the indoors you'll never be caught unawares by the weather. So long as you stay out of the Great Hall, that is." he said thoughtfully, his mind now jumping between many different trains of thought: When would the next Quidditch practice be? Had he actually spotted anywhere quiet and warm that he could waste time during the colder months? Each thought tried spawning new ones, questions left unanswered by his brain as a new one came to thought. This was why he liked to wander in solitary, letting the thoughts come as they would, so he could answer them all in time. There was another spark of recognition when he thought of Quidditch matches, and who the 'puffs would be playing first. He snapped himself out of his thoughts and focused on Janet again, and was sure that where ever he had recognized her from before, it had something to do with flying at least.
((Sorry this was a little short, I'm slowly kicking my muse back to life XP))
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Janet Numan
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Post by Janet Numan on Oct 30, 2009 15:37:49 GMT -5
(I know the feeling, but I am not worried about it too much)
Janet was not sure, she preferred outdoors at all times, rain, snow, dark or light. It was more comforting and free feeling then being locked inside anywhere, perhaps that was one pull that causes her to lead the life she had. She did not think about it too deeply at the moment, Andrew mentioned flying, there was no greater feeling then the wind hitting your face at high speed on a broom, Janet was convinced of this.
“There are a few good places, on the fifth floor there is a small room that has a fireplace, I used it for the floo network at times, no one ever goes in there.” Janet said, not mentioning the latch to the outdoors behind it, it was a slide that entered into the lake, she would not use that again. However for a good portion of her life she did not care what was on the other end, she took risks that few would. Now however was a bit different.
“I don’t know, I like the rain, and the cold. Brisk air in the early morning hours, the fog still on the ground is the best for flying in my opinion.” She said to Andrew, who seemed to have a different view on the topic, most shared his opinion however, Janet knew this but also knew it was no shame in liking the cold either…
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Post by Andrew Evans on Nov 4, 2009 19:16:13 GMT -5
"I'll have to keep an eye out for that." Andrew replied when Janet mentioned an unused room on the fifth floor, "The fire place in the common room is alright for the floo network, except I think it's outgoing only, or at least I hope it is." He would definitely be glad of somewhere quiet to go and sit and work; the common room got too noisy most of the time, and the library was so quiet it was almost eerie, which made studying even harder.
"Brisk isn't too bad, but I hate bitterly cold weather, plus rain when you're flying makes it dangerous. My hands usually end up so cold that I can barely hold on to the broom, let alone hit a bludger and make sure it's flying towards an opponent rather than my own team." In bad visibility he often found himself playing defensively; keeping the bludgers away from everyone so that they didn't hinder his own team. That wasn't the way to win, but otherwise he ran the risk of breaking his teammates limbs, which wouldn't help anyone.
(Arg, yet again, I'm sorry for this being terrible, but I felt bad for not posting)
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Janet Numan
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Post by Janet Numan on Nov 5, 2009 9:29:08 GMT -5
Janet had noticed a certain uneasy feeling about the school safety from Andrew, and she did not have disagreements. At times she wondered if she had such ease in and out being a student, but that was her own illusion. She fully believed that where there was a way out there was a way in, and nothing is ever fully protected. That however was not a friendly conversation to engage in, after all it only increased worry, did not tame it.
“I trained to make sure I did not have to hold onto the broom. It makes it easier to move and have both hands free. It helps too being a chaser now, I was a beater in past years. I switched positions this year. So far It was a good switch.” She said to him, she did miss being a better, but chaser offered her much more challenge of working together and depending on others as well.
Janet liked the numb feeling, almost like nothing could hurt her anymore, but mentioning that seemed a bit dark in nature so she did not speak it. “Are you on a house team?” she asked not sure if she had seen him in the air, then again in the past she would just hit the bludger as hard as possible to peg players off their broom, another reason she switched, she was a bit too brutal.
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Post by Oblivion DeAngelo on Nov 18, 2009 10:59:32 GMT -5
Wondering aimlessly about the castle was something that Oblivion had nearly perfected in his seven years at Hogwarts. Sleepless nights do that to you, and Oblivion had his fair share. Countless times, Oblivion served detention, or was docked points from his house for being out late.
Today was a different story. It was early in the afternoon, and without anything else to do, boredom set in quickly. Normally, however, Oblivion didn't stray much past the first couple floors and the grounds unless he was attending class, which was nearly never at all. Oblivion hated stairs, and with wings on his back, he quite resented having to climb them. There was something about him removing his shirt and flying up a stairwell that the administrators just didn't like. Silly rules about his indoor aerial acrobatics didn't bother him too much anymore, and surprisingly, today Oblivion found himself trudging up the stairs to the third floor.
Oblivion was by no means dressed to impress today. After making sure his wings were tightly secured away in their bindings, Oblivion just simply threw on his favorite yellow Hufflepuff hoody and some jeans. His short blond hair was a bit disheveled, but it was so short it didn't really matter. He wasn't worried about who he'd run into.
As Oblivion made his way down the third floor hallway, he peeked into the hospital wing, watching the nurse scurry from bed to bed administering Hogwarts trusty first aid to a few students, one of which appeared to be suffering from a spell that had turned his entire right arm into what seemed to be a cactus. Chuckling to himself, Oblivion moved on, passing the empty charms classroom before coming to a halt.
There were whispers coming from somewhere. Oblivion could hear them clearly, his demon ears never let him down. One voice sounded a bit familiar, but Oblivion crept forward to get a closer listen. Oblivion followed the voices down the hall until he was directly outside the room they were coming from. Looking up at the door, it read "Trophy Room", a room that Oblivion hadn't been into in years. The door was cracked open, and Oblivion stepped inside.
Smiling a bit, Oblivion recognized the males voice to be that of Andrew Evans, a fellow seventh year 'Puff, who had been with the Quidditch team as long as Oblivion could remember. The other face was less familiar but Oblivion still knew it. It was a face he had seen years ago, but this face now was older, tougher, and more serious. He couldn't quite put a finger on her name, but he was sure he'd soon find it out.
"Still trying to get your name on one of those quidditch trophies, Andrew?" Oblivion asked sarcastically, and then followed it with a slight smirk.
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Post by Janet Numan on Nov 20, 2009 19:16:54 GMT -5
Well it was about time for their voices to travel and bring in someone else. Janet knew that being alone was never long in the castle, and there was the curious person always looking. Whither that was the case or not, she soon knew that he was familiar with Andrew. Of course she had seen his face in the past, perhaps in classes? No, quidditch was a familiar face; then again something was a bit odd about this one. Janet may have been out of the game, but he did seem to be hiding something, of what she did not know.
She was doing her best to ignore that factor enough to continue the conversations, and allow herself to, move forward – as her therapist kept telling her. However she did not know what to say at the point, for the boy had said something to Andrew, not her. She may be less then social but she knew that it was better to wait. Often this was the opportune time to sneak out, as two people started to converse amongst themselves, oh how she wanted to.
She was for the most part done with the room, and she did not do well in larger groups, well in fact it was hard for her in any size group of people to remain, calm. She had eased up around Andrew, however she was stiff and alert once again, she was always on edge it seemed, even relaxed stages she felt like someone was going to attack. She still slept with a blade by her side, well what sleep she did get.
Every time, it was like a sick twist of plot that she dreaded in the school. It was obvious that she wanted to be there, after all it was a third attempt at finishing. But it did ont mean it was easy.
“Hello.” Simple enough, right? Janet sure did not know what more to say, jumping in and introducing herself was strange and weird so she waited, a low hello was enough to satisfy her, perhaps that was more then enough for this new person.
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Post by Andrew Evans on Dec 10, 2009 15:03:23 GMT -5
Andrew was about to reply to Janet's question, when he heard a voice from the main door behind them. He turned to see who had joined them, and then instantly wished he hadn't. He had never really got on with Oblivion, he didn't dislike him as such, and was capable of being pleasant towards him if necessary, but that didn't stop him from finding him annoying. Tris hated him, for various reasons, mostly relating to a certain Quidditch tryout that wasn't to be mentioned - ever - and that had stemmed to a bad first impression with Andrew. To be fair, Oblivion hadn't done much to change that impression either, so they were both at fault.
Turning back to Janet, choosing to ignore Oblivions comment for a moment in favor of replying to Janet's question, he said "I play beater when I get the time, but I haven't had much chance to practice for a while. My best friend is the house captain, so she lets me know if they need me to cover for anyone, but I'm not officially on the team for the moment." There was a slight smirk to his voice as he said that, which could almost be pinned to him trying to make Oblivion jealous. He knew that he was on the house team, but if he hadn't specifically tried for the position he knew that Tris would never ask him to play, no matter how good he was. Andrew mentally chided himself for thinking that, he was far too old for such childish thoughts, but it still felt good none the less.
He now decided to truly acknowledge Oblivion's presence "Quidditch isn't about one person, it's a team effort." He replied, still facing away from Oblivion, but watching for his reaction reflected in a glass display cabinet. "The sooner you learn that, the sooner the rest of the team will cooperate with you a bit more." He waited a moment, to give Oblivion a chance to react, but not speak, then turned to face him. "Besides, if Hufflepuff wanted to win the trophy, all we'd need to do is let Tris chase our slow-coach of a seeker as a Lycan for a few laps, he'd soon know what fast actually was."
"Oblivion, this is Janet." He said, deciding that now was time to be pleasant again, "Janet, this is the reason Hufflepuff keeps losing at Quidditch. Well, one of them at least" Maybe he wasn't fully ready to be pleasant, but at least he was trying to dissolve some of the tension in the room. He knew it was only right to introduce the two of them, since he was the only one in the room that knew everyone's names. Janet's greeting was almost as tense as the one she had given him, and he had a feeling that she would be trying to edge towards the exit, if not for Oblivion filling the doorway with his over stuffed hoodie.
((OOC: Again, sorry for taking so long to post. Btw Oblivion I know some of the old Rederick plots have changed between sites, so that's why I tried not to mention anything specific. If anything changed that I missed let me know and i'll edit the post))
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