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Post by Aimon Berkeley on Jan 14, 2007 15:59:27 GMT 10
Who do you think deserves Post of the Week?
Winner's will acquire their name on the Announcements Board for one week and 200 sickles.
The names will change every two weeks. So get posting, and you never know, you just might be the next winner!
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Post by Aimon Berkeley on Jan 14, 2007 16:03:28 GMT 10
Tabitha's Post
Tabitha retrieved a new roll of parchment from her school bag immediately, and dipped her quill in ink even as most of the class was still in a dazed stupor. She half wondered if any of them knew what the professor had just instructed them to do. Then, setting quill to parchment, the Gryffindor fourth year began to write in a flowing script:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded roughly one thousand years ago by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age: Godric Gryffindor, from the wild moor; Rowena Ravenclaw, from the glen; Helga Hufflepuff, from the broad valley; and Salazar Slytherin, from the fens. The four planned to build a school where magical students could learn to control their powers to the fullest extent of their innate ability.
The four were great friends -- Gryffindor's and Slytherin's friendship is especially noted, as well as Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuff's -- and decided that they would run the school together. Gryffindor was known as brave and charming; Slytherin as cool and cunning; Ravenclaw as bright and innovative; and Hufflepuff as sweet and kind.
Slytherin was in charge of the construction, though each of the founders contributed to the planning, and it is believed that Rowena Ravenclaw devised the plan of the changing floors and staircases, possibly even enchanting them herself. During this time, after being denied the opportunity to allow entry into the school to only pureblood students, it is thought he made the famed Chamber of Secrets and hid in it the monster which was meant to kill and eventually drive out all Muggleborn students from the school.
Over time, certain differences in the preferences of the four founders arose. Slytherin wanted to accept only students from purely magical families, those known as purebloods, and teach only the craftiest and more cunning of the lot. Gryffindor wished to guide the brave and true on their magical education. Ravenclaw wanted only those with intelligence and wit, and Hufflepuff preferred the just and loyal, and proclaimed that she would willingly teach all of the students and have no favorites.
There was little strife at these initial differences, for each founder had a House of their own where they could choose to accept those students who fulfilled the qualities that they valued. So, even today, the four Houses, each named for one of the four founders, accept only those students which the founders themselves would have picked, by the aid of the magical Sorting Hat which Gryffindor had once worn and which the four had enchanted -- giving it brains, as the Sorting Hat itself once sang.
For a while, the school continued in prosperity, molding the minds and skills of the witches and wizards of the future. Then, at last, Slytherin's obsession with blood purity caused a rift between the founders, and much fighting ensued. At last, one morning, he left Hogwarts forever, never to return. Though the fighting died down, the school was not quite level with three founders instead of four, and the rivalry between Slytherin House and the House of Gryffindor has not ended since. The unity that was intended for the four Houses of the one school seems to have been lost when its fourth founder left all those centuries ago.
Tabitha placed the last period with a flourish and read over the length of the paper, checking for errors or inconstancies. It seemed complete, she thought, and it was, at the very least, the best that she could do, compiling all the information from her notes and all that she could remember ever having read or heard from the Sorting Hat of the four great founders of the magical school. At last, Tabitha drew her wand from a pocket of her robes, murmured, "Wingardium Leviosa" with a measured swish and flick of the wand, and sent the paper gliding to the professor's desk.
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Post by Aimon Berkeley on Jan 14, 2007 16:06:43 GMT 10
Allure's Post
The French Female sat under a tree while it only sprinkled rain. She Smiled happily. Exactly what she was doing she had NO idea. The white rippon in her hair flew in the light breezy with her golden brown hair. her clouded Eyes watched the water. For some odd reason, She was always one to rely on her hearing much more then her sight. She had the strangest obbession with music, it was her passion. Which explained why she was humming a tune that she made up herself. (In her mind, she was humming the melody of an entire orchestra, she heard it all, btu of course was very aware of the real world) She let the wind carry her voice off into oblivion. She stood up, Her ravenClaw Robes swaying this way and that. She picked up a couple flat rocks 9After a couple minuets of searchign) and went to the edge of the black lake and skipped the rocks. A couple times she saw somthing just top out of the water and grb a rock as if it was prey. But then the rock would barely surface, as a result of being spit out, and it sunk down. She chuckled and looked around.
"It's funny how I can entertain myself, with a rock" She said, Her french accent audible, (It's not like Fleur Delecores Accent, it's not that Strong) looking at the last in her hand. She got a sudden idea and picked up a peble.
"Wingadrium Leviosa" She said as it hovered and she brought it over the Lake. Just curiouse to see what would jump out. Somthing small and with some tentackles jumped out and grabbed the peppble, mistaken for a bug. She stared.
"Well that most certainly was not a fish" She chuckled, which she was expectiong some sort of fish. Instead she got a migit Squid thing. Or what she called it at least.
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Post by Aimon Berkeley on Jan 14, 2007 16:10:12 GMT 10
Brendan's Post
It was a wet, cold, cloudy Saturady. Brendan had woke up early, once again, to fit in his morning jog. Almost everyone was asleep in the Gryffindor Common Room except for him and a seventh year who was studying. Brendan was a little jealous of the people who could sleep in, but jogging had become a hobby now. He made his way down to the Great Hall sleepily, wearing jogging shorts, a singlet, runners and a water-proof robe over himslef to keep him warm. Brendan looked like he had just got out of bed, which he had, as he still had bed hair and his eyes were not really focused on anything.
As he entered the Great Hall, he looked over at the food filled Gryffindor table and walked over to it. There were a few more people in the hall this morning, which was unusual as he normally saw a few girls, most of them were talking, giggling and taking a few glances at him every once and a while on their house tables and a couple of guys doing the same as he was, keeping in shape.
He sat in about the middle of the Gryffindor table, slouched over his bowl and plate, rubbing his face all over sleepily and then slapping himself on the cheeks a few times.
After a few rounds of slapping himself he grabbed the coffee pot and filled his mug with coffee. This was sure to wake him up. He added milk and then two sugars. He sat there, drinking and soaking up the boring atmosphere of the Great Hall this early in the morning. Once he had finished his cup of coffee Brendan was fit to eat. The coffee had woken him up a bit but the senses were still not in full force. He took two pieces of toast and spread jam and butter on them. Brendan had a fast metabolism so his body would help burn up any extra fat he put on. He started to eat his toast and poured himself another coffee absentmindedly.
In the distance he heard an owl screetching from a while away, it sounded like. Would his post come early today? Soon enough Brendan's owl Swiggy, a snowy owl specked with brown spots all over, flew into the Great Hall.
It's a bit early for the post. He thought to himself.
The owl landed onto the spot next to him with a letter and a parcel. Curious, Brendan quickly untied the mail from him and opened the letter. It read:
Dear Brendan, Your Uncle has been a dear and has gone to Gringotts Wizard Bank for me to get you some of your fathers money for your next Hogsmeade trip. He has also got enough here for you so I can go and get you a new broom. Isn't that exciting? A new broom for my grown up baby. Your such a good boy. Oh and don't keep messing with the girls, leave them alone. Your such like your father aren't you, when it comes to that situation? Well, your much like your father in every way really. Oh and your Uncle is staying for a while and he is sleeping in your bed.
Well the casserole is ready so I will leave it at that.
Love you lots Mummy xoxoxox
As soon as he had finished reading the letter, he screwed it up and threw it infront of him. He was furious and a little embarrassed at the same time. His mum always knew he hated his Uncle after all the horrible things he said about his dad. How could you say those things about your own brother? And his Uncle had touched his father's money and was sleeping in his bed. Brendan was appauled and a look of bitterness grew across his face. His mother was simply too kind-hearted. Brendan always thought that if she was a witch and got sorted at Hogwarts she would of been a Hufflepuff for sure.
He leant over and grabbed the parcel.
As he was unwrapping it he said: "You can go Swiggy and thanks for that."
He patted the owl on the head and it flew away. Inside the wrapped parcel there was a pouch and inside it glistened with gold, silver and bronze.
"Thanks Mum." He said to himself, taking each individual wizard money, weather it be a knut, a sickle or a galleon and he wiped them over well, with the same look of bitterness on his face.
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