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[font=calibri][color=midnightblue]“The End!” Thomas read right through the very end of Spenser’s favourite book, even though he was out for the count not even 3 pages in. He was starting to learn now that if he just left it half way through Spenser would wake up crabbier than when he got into...

[font=calibri]It had been a long few months in the Auror department. With more teams going out on missions and catching some high profile Scitorari scum. Thomas had, unfortunately, not been selected for any of the teams to go out on the field and help take down their latest captures but a win...

[color=mediumblue][font=calibri]Thomas, like many seventh years, thought that this day would never come. It was scary and almost daunting that as he got dressed that morning it would be his last day as a student at Hogwarts New Zealand. As he put on his gown and cap and looked himself up and...

Is this still going ahead? :erm:

[color=#00008b]Thomas was excited for today. This was going to be his last year that he could try out, and hopefully play, for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team and he could only hope that they would get to play a few games this year because it seemed liked so long ago that the school had managed to...

[color=#00008b][font=calibri]Thomas had found the start of the second semester like the start of most every other semester that he had experienced at Hogwarts New Zealand so far – exciting at the start but slowly going into its usual monotony of lessons, essays and with being a 6th year he now...

[color=#00008b]Thomas was excited to be back at school, of course, but even more so because it meant getting back to Quidditch. Playing in the garden at home with Ivan and trying to get Joceline less afraid of flying was only fun for a while. Although he had to admit that the two twins had a...

[color=#00008b]Once Thomas had apologised for almost tripping over the girl he carefully moved down a few steps past her, he expected her reply but after that he figured he would just walk on as not many people talked to him now-a-days that he didn’t really know. “In all fairness I should have...

I’m assuming it’s the start of 6th year. Let me know if I’m wrong :) [color=#00008b]Thomas had been up in the Owlery writing a letter to his mother. He had forgotten something when he was at home and while it wasn’t particularly important it was something he needed so he hoped his mother would...

Relieved that his OWLs were now over and that he could relax for a few months Thomas relished the fact that this was now the end of year feast. He would soon be going into his sixth year of Hogwarts and while it would mean harder work for him he didn’t actually mind because he would have a year...

[font=Helvetica][color=#00008b]As Thomas began to let his mind run wild he started to become confront with a number of topics that had been weighing him down as of late. Of course the main problem that he had was all thanks to the impending OWLs that seemed to be the bane of every fifth’s year’s...

[color=#00008b]Thomas felt another headache coming on as he flipped through the pages of his textbook. The OWLs were coming up and the closer they got the more ill prepared he felt about them. He used to be so on top of his studies but lately he seemed to lack a lot in them. He hated that his...

[color=#00008b]Thomas was beginning to get worried when the girl hadn’t reached out for his hand. He hadn’t seen her fall but he hoped she hadn’t fallen too bad, perhaps she had hit her head? Thomas lowered himself a bit to see if the girl was still conscious and was relieved when she moved her...

[color=#00008b]Thomas laughed along with Isabella, glad of the light note in the conversation, hoping to keep it up for as long as possible. He knew he would eventually have to do the inevitable but he wanted to put it off as long as possible, for all he knew this could be the last time he and...

[color=#00008b]Even though his eyes were closed Thomas could tell someone was in the same corridor as him and even better he knew who that person was. Their familiar scent filled his nostrils and their voice allowed his stomach to twist in knots, a familiar feeling he had when said person was...