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Nov 6, 2017 0:12:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 0:12:54 GMT -7
Bernard sat outside on the main steps on a calm, spring day in early May. The year was starting to wind down and the foreign students would leave soon. The schools was in a bit of a turning point. The tournament had ended but the students were still here. Some students were working on their studying for exams, and others were enjoying their new friends company while they had the chance to do so. Bern was overlooking a lot of the grounds by sitting where he was, and students continued to walk past him in both directions as they ran to meet people. He didn’t have any plans for the day, he was expecting to stay around the castle and maybe do a bit of school work. The Hufflepuff was excited for the year to end. Next year he’d be a 7th year, top dog in the castle. But before that happened, he still had a few weeks of his 6th year.
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Nov 7, 2017 17:14:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 17:14:35 GMT -7
With OWLs fast approaching, Saphira was studying like a madwoman. She spent long hours in the library, then in the common room after hours, sometimes going over her texts by candlelight so as not to disturb her roommates. But even she couldn't deny that today was a beautiful day to be enjoyed outside. She made the perilous walk through the castle with her arms full of textbooks, trying to wave at friends she passed in what must have been a very comical manner. When she finally got outside, she hopped down the steps, nearly tripping over someone in the process. As her books went flying, she stumbled and wheeled around, her face flushed with embarrassment. When she realized who she had almost tripped over, her blush intensified. "Sorry, Bern," she called out. She admired the older Hufflepuff, and it made her a little sad that he would soon be entering his final year at Hogwarts.
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Nov 8, 2017 0:43:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 0:43:28 GMT -7
While he was busy surveying the grounds, someone tripped over him and their books went flying around them. Being the nice guy, Hufflepuff that he was, the man stood up and began gathering the books, especially after seeing the girl and hearing her voice. He knew who she was. She was in his house but a year below him. Most Hufflepuffs knew each other, it was hard not to in a house where everyone was so friendly and social and eager to chat and get to know one another. “Don’t apologize - I really shouldn’t be sitting here on the steps. It’s my fault.” he insisted, handing her the book he had picked up. “You okay? No scratches or scrapes or anything?” he asked her. He didn’t think she had fallen so much as just stumbled, but he wanted to be sure.
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Nov 8, 2017 7:31:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 7:31:39 GMT -7
Saphira gratefully retrieved her books from Bernard's hands. She looked them over, scrutinizing them for any lasting damage. She groaned when she noticed one of her library books was scratched on the cover. Maybe she could somehow fix it before she turned it back in. But the rest of her books like okay. The only damage was from her constantly flipping through them to learn new things. Looking up at Bern, she smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm alright. I can't say the same for my books. The librarian is going to kill me." It wasn't that big of a deal, really. People turned in damaged books all the time. Saphy knew that because she was usually the next person to check them out. There was nothing quite like finding gum holding two pages together. Snapping out of her disgusted thoughts, she added, "Out here enjoying the sunshine? It really is a lovely day."
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Nov 9, 2017 12:04:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 12:04:29 GMT -7
Bern didn’t blame her for being upset for the scratch on the books, cover, however, it wasn’t something that every would have bothered him. Maybe the librarian would be mad - maybe she’d have to pay a small fine, or, maybe she could just magically fix the scratch before she turned it back in. “I have to imagine that people have done worse things to library books.” he smiled, reassuringly. He knew how sorry and upset his fellow Hufflepuff was regarding the state of her book and had to believe that the librarian would simply accept its fate and check the book in anyway. She asked what he was doing out here by asking if he was out enjoying the sunshine. “Oh? Yeah. Taking a break from studying. It gets too much for me.” he admitted, with a shrug. “I can’t stay still for too long, so exam season really gets to me.” he explained.
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Nov 12, 2017 20:08:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 20:08:35 GMT -7
Saph smiled sympathetically. She herself never tired of hitting the books. She could sit for hours poring over the pages of her charms textbook or her transfiguration notes. Some of her bunkmates wondered why she wasn't in Ravenclaw, as much as she thirsted for knowledge, but she knew she was a Hufflepuff at heart. "I understand," she said kindly, "It can be tiring at times. You'll be a seventh year next year, right? I'll bet NEWTs are a nightmare." She sat down on the steps Bernard had vacated to help her and smiled up at him. "But I'm sure you'll do fine." She looked down at the books she had placed beside her but decided studying could wait. The day was too nice and her company was too pleasant to worry about books and learning. Instead, she looked out onto the grounds at the other students enjoying the sunshine. "It's crazy that the school year is almost over," she added thoughtfully.
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Nov 14, 2017 10:53:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2017 10:53:05 GMT -7
Bern wasn’t one for studying, he knew that it was important to get good marks in school, especially when it came to making his parents happy - since they wanted to know that he was always doing what he was supposed to and creating a good foundation for his future. Except he had a much different idea for his future than they did. And both of them knew it. Bern had once been apprehensive to talk about his love of music and desire to consider it a possible career for a while, but more recently he had been standing up for himself. He refused to take over the family restaurant. He didn’t want some fancy job like a healer or a lawyer or ministry worker. He’d take one if he had to, but he never wanted to give up music. He tried to be reasonable. He tried to remind himself every now and then that it was possible that he would never be good enough to play professionally. His friends said he was good. His band obviously liked him. But he still had his doubts, mostly drilled into his head by his parents for years. “Yeah - 7th year. It does feel weird.” the drummer admitted, squinting a bit in the sun as he looked at his conversation partner. He shrugged when she asked if the NEWTs were a nightmare. He hadn’t experienced much of a difference in the course load except for a lack of busy work and more of an emphasis on revising every little detail. “Egh, just a bit more reading I guess. I’m sure you’ll be great at them.” he knew that she was smart and often saw her revising. “Ahh yes, the lovely summer holidays, spent working in my parents restaurant in London, getting the juices from various meats on my apron…” he was a vegetarian, he didn’t try to convert people to his lifestyle, but it didn’t mean he enjoyed working with meats at the restaurant. “I’m sure you’ve got something a lot more thrilling planned.” he laughed.
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Dec 18, 2017 13:17:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2017 13:17:48 GMT -7
Saphira leaned back against the step she was sitting on, letting the rays of the sun warm her face and her blonde curls. She looked over at Bernard as he turned thoughtful, musing over the upcoming year. She, in turn, began to think of what the next year would be like. She would try out for the Quidditch team again, most likely not make the cut - again, and continue the year wondering watching the players from afar and wishing she could join them. She shook her head and smiled when Bern said she would be great at N.E.W.T.s. O.W.L.s were hard enough without all the extra work that went into studying for the higher-level courses. There was also her apparition test to worry about. It would be nice to go anywhere she wanted with a flick of her wand, but the thought of leaving part of her body behind scared her. "I don't know," she said uncertainly, playing with the ends of her hair.
She listened politely as he began telling her about his summer plans, grimacing at how boring - and disgusting - they sounded. She didn't know much about Bern's family life, but the thought of spending an entire summer working with meat didn't sound fun at all. But she laughed joylessly at his next words, thinking about her own summer. "I'll be at home in my Muggle house with my Muggle parents, where I can't fly, can't practice magic, and can't have any fun," she said somewhat bitterly. She loved her parents, but being a witch in a mostly Muggle community wasn't easy. She had to hide like all of the other magical people she had only recently discovered existed in Tinworth. She looked up at Bern and smiled half-heartedly. "At least we'll be suffering together," she said hopefully.
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Dec 21, 2017 16:04:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 16:04:20 GMT -7
Bernard couldn’t help but feel a more adapt connection to his conversation partner the more that they talked. While his mother was a witch, she didn’t act like it. His father was a muggle and for the most part, the two of them lived like muggles, they didn’t use any magic at the restaurant where they spent most of their time, just in case a muggle was to catch a glimpse of it. His father was always too paranoid about it to let his wife use it at work, and while she used it a bit at home, Bern wasn’t sure how his mother wasn’t feeling ill or bored without using her magical skills which she had once been so very proud of and worked so hard to perfect as a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts. He and his siblings were discouraged from using any magic either. Of course, they were all too young to use magic outside of school anyway, except Bern, who was finally 17. “Misery loves company.” he agreed when she said that they at least would be suffering together. It seemed like such a depressing thought. That not just he, but the brilliant young witch sitting next to him would also be suffering all summer doing something and being somewhere that they didn’t want to be. “Maybe we can go flying together, I have to admit I haven’t got the best balance on a broom, but if you need someone to fly with, I’m pretty easy to find.” he decided. Bern liked making people happy and anything he could do to help a friend out was something he wanted to do. And if hanging out with Saphira over the summer would help her feel better about her situation, then he was so very happy to do it, especially since they got along well.
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