Recent content by Miles Flynn

Current Points: 145 He noted how Doyle didn't offer him any luck, though maybe he shouldn't be too critical as Miles had gone and shot a spell right at him straight after, so likely his opponent didn't have any time. It was a bit disappointing that his first spell missed, but he was ready for...

Miles bounced on the balls of his feet as he wandered into Charms, a little surprised to see yet a new Professor at the front of the classroom. Taking his usual seat, the Gryffindor was a little interested in what this new Professor had to say, leaning forward as he listened. The first lessons...

"Well, it's working for me so far," maybe he did have to snap back. He was finding everyone he needed to, so he was just going to continue his current method until he suddenly stopped working for him. But he had found his target, reaching for the bright red rose and handing it over with the note...

If it was bad enough to have your own sister deliver a rose to you, it was absolutely mortifying that the rose she was delivering was pink. Yellow would have been bad enough, and he supposed he could be thankful it wasn't red. But pink? "I don't think so?" He sounded confused as he took the...

Getting two roses was bad enough, even more mortifying than usual given the fact his own sister had delivered one, and it was pink. Miles still had no idea who it was from, and he was still pretty embarrassed even thinking about the note. Someone, apparently, thought he was cute and didn't even...

So far, his aimless wandering and shouting out names seemed to be working quite well for him as Primrose Kaster made herself known. Miles wasted no time in heading over to where the girl was waving him over, smiling as he finally came to a stop. "I have a rose for you," he announced as he...

Just as he had been dreading, the older boy had a rose for him. Miles tries to look pleased about it, he really did, but the smile did end up falling off his face a little as he rather reluctantly took the rose. At least the note wasn't embarrassing, but it was still bad enough getting one of...

He waited patiently while the older girl took the rose off him and read the note attached, smiling just a little as she finally looked up and asked how his deliveries were going so far. "It's going okay," he responded with a small nod, "It's a bit of a struggle to have to try and find everyone...

"Well, isn't it a good thing to get a lot of roses, then that means you're popular," maybe some people out there saw it like that, while he was still very much in the position of thinking it was just embarrassing. But he wasn't about to be a downer about it, this was supposed to be a fun time...

Current Points: 150 Miles was excited about the duelling tournament, though equal parts nervous about it as well. He wanted to do well, and being knocked out in the first round would just be embarrassing. So, the Gryffindor was determined to try and do as well as he could and to get as far as he...

He was equal parts thankful and equal parts a little surprised when one of the girls actually ended up responding to his aimless name-calling. At least the method had worked out, and he tried to hold a smile on his face as he moved further down the table towards the younger girl. "Perfect, I...

He smiled a little, surprised that the girl at least remembered his name. "That's me," he responded with a soft nod of his head before rummaging in his little basket for the rose he was looking for. And then, finally finding it, he plucked the bright yellow rose out of the pile and offered it to...

Miles was just minding his own business at the Gryffindor table, trying to ignore all the rose deliveries going on around him. He'd managed to get through his own deliveries already, had somehow managed to avoid getting any roses thrust in his own face. Because he didn't mind helping out with...

Miles was starting to dread every time someone wanted to talk to him around this time, and with all the roses out for delivery, he had been hoping to not have to go through the embarrassment of getting one. But, when an older boy he only recognized because of his quidditch playing siblings...

He was finally down to the last rose in his little basket, and frankly, Miles was just please to finally be through them all. Though, he was still on the hunt for the final name on the list. He'd searched the pitch, the Ravenclaw table, and had also loitered around the Ravenclaw common room. But...