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[Alexander Sowerby]

Truly, it was amazing how fast time seemed to pass within the walls of the castle. A blink and two months had already passed since the start of the term feast. The weather had become drearier no longer giving students a welcome escape from the torrent of school work, studying, revisions, and all other things that most did not find all that fun. Corridors within the school had equally become darker and colder as the weather progressed for the worse. They were however relatively empty when not being filled by the hustle and bustle of students moving between classes as most escaped the draughty corridors by sitting in the library or their respective common rooms.

As Christmas Holidays were coming upon the students of Hogwarts, most were busy revising and doing school work as their teachers had begun to set them more and more prior to the Holiday Break. Alexander however was done the revisions he set himself and the 15 inch Transfiguration Essay which was given by Professor Penvellyn.

Having left his books and bag behind on a study carrel in the library, he had gone briefly outside to see what the weather had been like but quickly enough trooped back upstairs to the third floor. His legs carrying him mindlessly throughout the corridor his mind still on the Transfiguration Essay; trying to decide whether he wanted to augment the last paragraph. He looked at the ominous clouds through the window, and shuddered as a cold chill ran down his spine. Even though the torches in their brackets were lit, they provided little heat against the penetrating cold and slight wind that whistled throughout the school. Luckily however the wind which usually bellowed throughout the corridors was still.

He absent mindedly rounded a corner into the armour gallery heading toward the trophy room. Why the trophy room, and why was he walking there? He wasn't sure but he knew it would be a good place to think about his essay, the irony of a silent library was that it wasn't very silent. A lot of very inconsiderate people took up to talking and as much as the hawk like librarian attempted to quash any noise, she didn't always succeed.

Entering the Trophy Room, Alexander noticed for the first time that his shoes had been extremely muddy after his quick trip outside. He had only walked around the soggy grass courtyard for a short period of time. The rain which had pelted them for weeks and the quick change of temperature, plus all the horse-playing that students got up to undoubtedly forced grass into rough earth and earth always turned to mud when it met it's arch nemesis water.

Alexander looked down and taking out his wand he pointed it at his shoes. "Scourgify" he murmured as a blast of bright light hit his mud covered shoes, the mud disappearing completely. The spell left his black shoes clean although not gleaming. The mud on the floor however was quite another problem, not that he was about to start cleaning it up. Whatever was about to happen though, Alexander didn't want to chance being caught by Ogren. The foul angry caretaker that would do his best to hang him up from the rafters if the Headmaster allowed it.

Listening to any sound, Alexander walked toward the door of the other side stealing himself before the muddied tracks would lead the man right to him. He opened the door which swung the other way. Unfortunately for Alexander who had not been paying attention, walked into someone just as he crossed the threshold.

"Oh, I'm sorry" he said as he caught their hand and helped them from falling.

Edited by Alexander Sowerby, 11 October 2011 - 10:27 PM.

[Meghan Morris]

Astoundingly enough, Meghan felt confident with her answers and she finished the Charms essay with a flourish. She thought it was one of the best essays she had ever written and hopefully the professor would agree. She stood up from the bench that she had been working upon and packed up her things.

Ever since the Forbidden Forest nothing exciting had occurred. Hogwarts was beginning to become repetitive, which was unacceptable in her book. Meghan strode down the hall and huddled into her caraco. The weather had a frosty bite to it most days that drove her mad. Spring could not come soon enough.

Luckily though Christmas was soon to be upon them. How merry the holidays were! Meghan longed to see her mother and grandmother. The holidays brought food, presents, family, and friends. Meghan would be disappointed to leave the school even if for a short while, hopefully she could meet up with some friends outside of school though.

Meghan watched her feet in fear of tripping or being  tripped once again. That had not smart in the first place so repeating the experience would be redundant. Luka, though in Ravenclaw, should  have known better than to ignite a Gryffindor's temper. Especially this Gryffindor's.

Muddy footsteps appeared in Meghan's vision and she followed them to the Trophy Room but did not enter. Who knew they had had a trophy room? Obviously not Meghan, she really needed to finish "Hogwarts A History". Examining the footprints she was taken off guard as somebody ran into her.

Taking the hand offered she narrowly escaped falling onto the ground. Alexander? Meghan's whole Hogwarts experience centered around only a few students, for what reason she was not sure. It was a coincidence to meet him when there were so many other students likely roaming the halls.

"Hello Alexander, fancy meeting you here. Were you headed somewhere in particular?"

Meghan was utterly bored perhaps she and Alexander could find something to pass the time. As long as it didn't require rhyming though.

[Alexander Sowerby]

"Hello Alexander, fancy meeting you here. Were you headed somewhere in particular?"

Alexander smiled at the girl. He gazed into her eyes. He felt a rather odd thought or maybe a feeling spreading throughout. It was a peculiar feeling but knowing that his parents did not approve of children like Meghan, somehow made him want to be her friend. The irony of the whole situation being that he had always sought his parents approval and yet, here he was. For better or for worse, his fellow first year Slytherin's just didn't seem to be capable of friendship without wanting to back stab and hurt each other in the worst possible ways. He had been friends with Amelia, but that was at the beginning of the school year and besides, he rarely saw her nowadays.

Either way, his attempts at friendship with Meghan seemed to have been curtailed after the Honeydukes fiasco when he had overheard Meghan and Emmanuelle speaking about him. He hadn't heard the full conversation but Alexander was under the impression that they had been using him as some pawn. In a game that he just did not understand.

"Hello Meghan," still smiling he gently let go of her soft warm hand. A pale tinge crossed his cheeks, as he felt an odd warmth in his chest that he often felt when he was nervous. Trying to seem that he was calm and not bothered about anything he replied to her query. "Well, I've always wanted to go visit the Gryffindor Common Room" he said dramatically, than winked and smiled broadly at the ludicruous idea that he had just proposed in a dead-pan manner.

"Come, I think we ought to get out of here before Ogren shuffles in and rips our heads off for the mud on the floor." he said excitedly.

[Mortimer Ogren]

Dirt caked nails curled around corner of the stone wall leading into yet another corridor and Mortimer Ogrens haughty nose followed suit. Slowly bending forward, his eyes appeared around the corner now, fixed on the muddy tracks he had been following across three floors. Somebody was going to be in a lot of trouble, just as Mortimer was going through a lot of trouble to track them stealthily, eager to sneak up on the unsuspecting culprit.

Strictly speaking, as groundskeeper, the inside of the castle was not really his domain, but as he had sauntered into the entrance rather bored, his narrow mean eyes swooping through the hall for any signs of rule-breaking, his eyes had fallen upon some very distinct muddy footprints.

Letting his eyes wander ahead, the prints seemed to be leading towards the trophy room. He sped up now, if they had gone in, surely he would be able to catch the little brat that did it red handed.

As it is, he arrived to find two students talking, hearing all the comfirmation he needed.

"And who would clean up the mess ripped off heads would cause?" He asked, saliva spitting all around as he spat out the words.

[Alexander Sowerby]

"And who would clean up the mess ripped off heads would cause?"

A mad glint shone in Ogren's eye as he said this.

"I don't have a clue." Alexander said plainly. That's your job, isn't it. he thought as he eyed Ogren. He had been warned about this man but he knew that he wasn't about to be scared into anything in particular especially since the muddy tracks ended in the trophy room, as Alexander had cast the scourgify spell on his boots after he realised the mess he had made.

"However, if both our heads were ripped off and on the floor, it would obviously not be us cleaning it." he put particular strength on those words as he said that. Sure, he was being cheeky but Alexander felt that this man could do nothing but request a teacher to give them detention for whatever err they may have committed. While he wasn't sure he knew him by name running now would only make it look as if they were guilty of something.

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