Post by Fin Weasley on Jun 10, 2007 13:39:12 GMT -5
A blonde boy entered the trophy room. His startling green eyes scanned the surrounding trophies, searching for something. Funny how after five years of Hogwarts, he had never set foot in this room before. And now he was in here, it was like a memory of a dream. The boy shivered. The feelings one picked up in here... Well, it was creepy.
The boy removed himself from the doorway, and entered the room. Almost instantly, he sneezed. The room was thick with dust.
/Dangit... I dont even have a tissue./
He stepped further into the room. It really gave one shivers, just looking at all these long-forgotten names, with no faces to match. He ran his fingers along a particularly rusted trophy, with the name 'Ashleigh Tupper' on it. The date was 1928. thinking about stuff like that gave the boy the heebie-jeebies. A sudden chill shot itself down the blonde's spine. It gave him the feeling of... Being watched.
In all honesty, the boy knew what he was looking for. He was looking for some remenants of his pure blood family, like his mother or father. The boy then stifled a laigh. What was he doing, looking for his father in here? His father's joke shop that he ran with his brother (Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, it was called) had been the cause for all sorts of... Fun things to happen in his household. Like the time Dad blew up the attic. Or the time he turned his mother into a purple frog. Or the time - Well, there would be time for reminising later.
The boy, who was undoubtedly a Weasley (although he did not carry the trademake Red Hair, nor his mother's black hair - the misfit) smiled slightly. Finally, he found what he was looking for. On a list of old Quidditch Captains, was his mother's name.
Angelina Johnson.
The boy removed himself from the doorway, and entered the room. Almost instantly, he sneezed. The room was thick with dust.
/Dangit... I dont even have a tissue./
He stepped further into the room. It really gave one shivers, just looking at all these long-forgotten names, with no faces to match. He ran his fingers along a particularly rusted trophy, with the name 'Ashleigh Tupper' on it. The date was 1928. thinking about stuff like that gave the boy the heebie-jeebies. A sudden chill shot itself down the blonde's spine. It gave him the feeling of... Being watched.
In all honesty, the boy knew what he was looking for. He was looking for some remenants of his pure blood family, like his mother or father. The boy then stifled a laigh. What was he doing, looking for his father in here? His father's joke shop that he ran with his brother (Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, it was called) had been the cause for all sorts of... Fun things to happen in his household. Like the time Dad blew up the attic. Or the time he turned his mother into a purple frog. Or the time - Well, there would be time for reminising later.
The boy, who was undoubtedly a Weasley (although he did not carry the trademake Red Hair, nor his mother's black hair - the misfit) smiled slightly. Finally, he found what he was looking for. On a list of old Quidditch Captains, was his mother's name.
Angelina Johnson.
