30 Jun 2020, 22:45
How We Met
Charles flipped the page on his book, and sighed at what he saw. The chapter the professor told them to read was so long. He thought it was over two pages ago but it just keeps going. Charles rummaged his hand through his curly unattended hair. He looked around, he was in the study room. And his quintiles had left, Charles wondered where they were. Classes were over and Charles thought it was a good time for a study session before bed.
But of course the people probrally left while he was not looking. Thats why it was so hard for him to make friends. Most people never wanted to be around him. And he understood why, in fact he hated being him. He had horrible luck, a bully that shows up all the time when he thinks he safe. And when he turned eight he had an unwanted visitor change his life forever. For once just once Charles just wanted a break. From all of this hatred pointed at him that he put there himself.
He never knew why but when people picked on him he let it happen. He told nobody about it and just went with it. Maybe it was because he like being the victim. Maybe he liked that people were paying attention to him and not running from him. Even if it was in a bad way. Well whatever it was Charles did not know the answer. And he would not know the answer if he had a quiz if he wouldn't get back to studying.
So Charles went back to his book and started to study again. It would have been hard and confusing to most people. But since he was a kid nobody liked being around him. So he had a lot of spare time on his hand. Especially since he was homeschooled. So he thought of boss as his friend and studied a lot when he was a boy. So this was just really long for him. Finally after probrally an hour and a half. The longest its ever taken Charles to finish a chapter after reading it five times.
He took out his note book and began jotting down his notes. Soon after he wrote all of his notes down he decided to write more notes. Just to be extra prepared. But before he knew it he started writing out a music sheet. When Charles noticed it he groaned. This was supposed to be his notebook for this class. Not his music notes! So he crossed that page out and put his notebook away. Charles figured that he had some extra time on his hands.
So he took out his music notebook and began writing down some notes. That you would see on sheet music. When he finished it looked like a sheet of music that was a knock off version of the song Faded. It was just the music though and Charles wonders if it sounded good. He smiled, he was going to send it to his dad. His dad would play the song on the piano and send his reply on how it sounded. Thats what they loved doing together.
They never made their own songs or published them. They just like making knock off versions of songs and seeing if they sounded good. It was a really nice father and son activity they both enjoyed. And that will never change. Well Charles hoped it would never change. Charles shook his head angry with himself for thinking like that. Of course it would never change. Putting that thought aside Charles packed up his stuff. And started to head out. Little did he know that because he was thinking of home. He was going to bump into one of his future best friends.
But of course the people probrally left while he was not looking. Thats why it was so hard for him to make friends. Most people never wanted to be around him. And he understood why, in fact he hated being him. He had horrible luck, a bully that shows up all the time when he thinks he safe. And when he turned eight he had an unwanted visitor change his life forever. For once just once Charles just wanted a break. From all of this hatred pointed at him that he put there himself.
He never knew why but when people picked on him he let it happen. He told nobody about it and just went with it. Maybe it was because he like being the victim. Maybe he liked that people were paying attention to him and not running from him. Even if it was in a bad way. Well whatever it was Charles did not know the answer. And he would not know the answer if he had a quiz if he wouldn't get back to studying.
So Charles went back to his book and started to study again. It would have been hard and confusing to most people. But since he was a kid nobody liked being around him. So he had a lot of spare time on his hand. Especially since he was homeschooled. So he thought of boss as his friend and studied a lot when he was a boy. So this was just really long for him. Finally after probrally an hour and a half. The longest its ever taken Charles to finish a chapter after reading it five times.
He took out his note book and began jotting down his notes. Soon after he wrote all of his notes down he decided to write more notes. Just to be extra prepared. But before he knew it he started writing out a music sheet. When Charles noticed it he groaned. This was supposed to be his notebook for this class. Not his music notes! So he crossed that page out and put his notebook away. Charles figured that he had some extra time on his hands.
So he took out his music notebook and began writing down some notes. That you would see on sheet music. When he finished it looked like a sheet of music that was a knock off version of the song Faded. It was just the music though and Charles wonders if it sounded good. He smiled, he was going to send it to his dad. His dad would play the song on the piano and send his reply on how it sounded. Thats what they loved doing together.
They never made their own songs or published them. They just like making knock off versions of songs and seeing if they sounded good. It was a really nice father and son activity they both enjoyed. And that will never change. Well Charles hoped it would never change. Charles shook his head angry with himself for thinking like that. Of course it would never change. Putting that thought aside Charles packed up his stuff. And started to head out. Little did he know that because he was thinking of home. He was going to bump into one of his future best friends.
Last edited by Charles Simmons on 7 Jul 2020, 19:31, edited 1 time in total.
"Things can change from the worst to the best. But only if you can change it yourself. Cause nobody is going to change it for you." ~Charles Simmons
Stamina: 6 Evasion: 4 Strength: 4 Wisdom: 7 Arcane Power: 6 Accuracy: 8
30 Jun 2020, 23:12
How We Met
Henry knew it was late and that the prefects were out strolling the corridors looking for students out of bed or breaking the rules, extractly what Henry was doing but he wasn't that worried. While Henry had a tendency to worried and panic about most things, getting into mischief wasn't one of them especially when he was alone. Henry wasn't technically getting into mischief besides being out of bed after hours, he just needed a quiet spot to read that has good lighting and since the slytherin common room wasn't known for itself good quality of lighting and his dormitory mates already expressed their feelings about him read at night he really didn't have no choice.
As Henry made his way to the study room he found it easy to avoid authority, he did always somehow avoid punishment whenever he got into mischief or bended a rule like in the current situation. Henry shifted his messager bag on his shoulder in a more comfortable position as he continued to the study room, Henry thought of inviting Cricket to come along but also thought that she would rather sleep than spend the night reading. Henry always enjoyed reading at night or anytime really, it was his way to escape from reality since for him reality can be a bit disappointing.
Henry never has any friends before Hogwarts besides his best friend; Cricket so he spent most of the time reading which explains how he has high marks in most of his classes besides from flying, Henry still doesn't understand why they make that mandatory it's not like he's going to be a professor quidditch player or anything.
Henry continued to walked down the corridor and picked up his pace a bit when he was a few feet away from the entrance of the study room. Henry jerked his head to the side, to see the ends of the corridor as to be sure no one was coming when he bumped into another student; who he didn't know it at the time would soon become a close friend.
Henry quickly looked up to see he bumped into another student as he dropped the book he was carrying. Henry also noted that they to have dropped their stuff and as nerves and panic started to fill Henry's mind, he cleared his throat and said in a shaky voice"sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention." Henry quickly picked up his book and started to help the other boy picked up his stuff which he noted was a charm book along with notes, also what seemed to be a music notebook which he found interesting.
As Henry made his way to the study room he found it easy to avoid authority, he did always somehow avoid punishment whenever he got into mischief or bended a rule like in the current situation. Henry shifted his messager bag on his shoulder in a more comfortable position as he continued to the study room, Henry thought of inviting Cricket to come along but also thought that she would rather sleep than spend the night reading. Henry always enjoyed reading at night or anytime really, it was his way to escape from reality since for him reality can be a bit disappointing.
Henry never has any friends before Hogwarts besides his best friend; Cricket so he spent most of the time reading which explains how he has high marks in most of his classes besides from flying, Henry still doesn't understand why they make that mandatory it's not like he's going to be a professor quidditch player or anything.
Henry continued to walked down the corridor and picked up his pace a bit when he was a few feet away from the entrance of the study room. Henry jerked his head to the side, to see the ends of the corridor as to be sure no one was coming when he bumped into another student; who he didn't know it at the time would soon become a close friend.
Henry quickly looked up to see he bumped into another student as he dropped the book he was carrying. Henry also noted that they to have dropped their stuff and as nerves and panic started to fill Henry's mind, he cleared his throat and said in a shaky voice"sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention." Henry quickly picked up his book and started to help the other boy picked up his stuff which he noted was a charm book along with notes, also what seemed to be a music notebook which he found interesting.
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
7 Jul 2020, 17:56
How We Met
"I-Im so sorry. That was so stupid of me. It was rude too, and I don know what to say." The first year was starting to panic. And when he panicked he started to ramble, so he tried his best to be calm again. "Wh-What time is it?" Charles looked around and saw that it was pretty dark. Then he realised it was past curfew. How did he not notice that, he had no idea. "Oh my god I was so lost in thought." Charles grabbed all of his belongings expect for his music notebook. "I... My...." Charles eyes were filled with worry and panic. So he ripped out a tiny piece of parchment from his notebook. And used his quill to write his name on it. Then he stacked up all of his books neatly, shoved the tiny peice of parchment into the boys hand. It said:Hi my name is Charles Simmons, nice to meet you whoever you are. I really need to go but maybe we can meet up some time?
After making sure the parchment was secure in the others boys hand, he fled. He ran with his books down the corridors. His eyes wide, and he made a lot of noise. But all that was in his mind right now was run and meeting that boy.
"Things can change from the worst to the best. But only if you can change it yourself. Cause nobody is going to change it for you." ~Charles Simmons
Stamina: 6 Evasion: 4 Strength: 4 Wisdom: 7 Arcane Power: 6 Accuracy: 8
7 Jul 2020, 19:23
How We Met
"I-Im so sorry. That was so stupid of me. It was rude too, and I don know what to say," said the boy who Henry just nodded at the first year was too nervous and panicked to say anything more."Wh-What time is it?" Henry heard the boy asked and was about to answer him when he continued to speak "Oh my god I was so lost in thought.I... My...." Henry tried to smiled comforting at the boy because for some reason his nervous were easing and he wasn't as panic as before.
Henry was about to introduce himself to the boy but instead he shoved a piece of parchment into his hand and ran down the corridor. Henry scanned the parchment to see what was it then looked back up, Henry took a few steps and saw the book that the boy left behind. Henry bended down and picked up, he placed it gently into his messager type bag then after looked in the direction of where that boy went as he spoke quietly " Charles Simmons, whoever you are we will meet again, soon."
Henry smiled to himself as he held the paper tight in his fist then brought it to his mouth and kissed it slightly before placing it neatly and slightly in his messager type bag. Henry took one last glance at where the boy; Charles Simmons went then ran a hand through his hair and smiled. For the first time of the first year's time at Hogwarts he wasn't nervous or panic but instead he was excited and thrilled for a adventure to meet a new friend. He shook his head playfully then turned and headed back to his common room, excited to start his search for he didn't know then his dormmate, and also best friend.
Henry was about to introduce himself to the boy but instead he shoved a piece of parchment into his hand and ran down the corridor. Henry scanned the parchment to see what was it then looked back up, Henry took a few steps and saw the book that the boy left behind. Henry bended down and picked up, he placed it gently into his messager type bag then after looked in the direction of where that boy went as he spoke quietly " Charles Simmons, whoever you are we will meet again, soon."
Henry smiled to himself as he held the paper tight in his fist then brought it to his mouth and kissed it slightly before placing it neatly and slightly in his messager type bag. Henry took one last glance at where the boy; Charles Simmons went then ran a hand through his hair and smiled. For the first time of the first year's time at Hogwarts he wasn't nervous or panic but instead he was excited and thrilled for a adventure to meet a new friend. He shook his head playfully then turned and headed back to his common room, excited to start his search for he didn't know then his dormmate, and also best friend.
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander