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Approval ID #122620 OWLs. OWLs. The thought that had obsessively plagued Cornelius' every thought for a year was here, leaving him nowhere to hide. He had studied, Merlin how he had studied. He felt as though the pages of his textbook were burned into his retinas, for all the time he had...

Current Points: 195 Blinded and muted, Cornelius felt almost as though he were in some kind of abyss, unable to communicate with a world around him he could only hear. The echoes in the room were disorientating and he whirled around, no longer sure where anyone was. He continued waving his...

yesssss humiliate him >:3 Current Points: 180 Flapping his wand ineffectively and completely failing to make any sound whatsoever was a full-focus activity, especially when you were already suffering the nerves caused by having your clothes set on fire. That was what Cornelius tried to tell...

((lmao pls continue i want june to wreck his shop)) Current Points: 165 Cornelius was far too distracted squawking at the referee in an entirely unmanly way to notice the next spell sent his way, only realising what had happened when his protests fell silent. He stamped ineffectively on a...

Current Points: 150 Cornelius had always suspected that everyone was wrong about him. A loser, an idiot, a disappointment, all things he had let other people make him believe he was. But now... today he was proving them all wrong. He still wasn't quite sure how he had managed to win his first...

The longer the date went on, the more determined Cornelius became that he was going to find a way to kick Holden's arse. Not that he was sure what that way was yet - Holden would definitely beat him in a fistfight, and if Cornelius tried to duel him honourably, there was no doubt Holden would...

This was a crime. An injustice. Proof that girls were much too forgiving of brutish idiots if they happened to have a particularly nice jawline. He almost didn't want to bother anymore. But Vanity was unlike any girl he had ever met, and to see her shackled to an imbecile for the second...

Current Points: 150 Cornelius had always avoided signing up to duel for a very simple reason; he didn't want to be humiliated. The family legacy hung heavy on his shoulders - his father and his father's father and his father's father's fathers fathers all the way back, champion Aurors every...

Cornelius had made her laugh, and now he was nice?! A bewildered part of his brain wondered if he was hallucinating. Maybe someone had slipped a potion in his pumpkin juice to mess with him, and right now he was lying on the floor of the Great Hall gibbering like an idiot. It was certainly...

Cornelius didn't think he had ever made a girl laugh before in his life, unless she had been laughing at him, and he wanted desperately for this to continue. He wasn't sure how he had managed it with his little panic outburst, but he had done. This was the most successful conversation he had...

Cornelius could feel the hole he was digging himself approaching the lowest level of the dungeon, and yet his stupid stupid, idiot mouth wouldn't stop talking. "Yes! You know, like they do in the newspaper! A reporter could walk around the school with a little pad and pen, saying to everyone...

Cornelius hadn't really been paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth, and it took Vanity pointing it out to slam his brain to an abrupt stop. He... had actually said that, huh. "Objectively!" Cornelius squawked, as if that would somehow make it better. "Everyone knows...

Cornelius didn't quite believe Vanity that Holden hadn't been a d*ck, but he gave a small snort of laughter. "Who am I going to tell?" He asked pointedly, before pressing on. "He's an idiot, though. What kind of moron takes the prettiest girl in school to a dance, then ignores her the whole...

Oh man. Cornelius could tell from afar that Vanity was upset, but as he got closer she was clearly a fair bit more upset than he had bargained for. Deer in headlights, part of Cornelius wanted to find an excuse to get out of here as quickly as possible. He had never even tried to comfort...

The fact that Cornelius had even bothered to stick his head in at the Yule Ball was nothing short of a miracle, and frankly the idiots of this school should consider themselves lucky he had bothered. It was boring, of course - the kind of pointless, moronic nonsense that only an idiot would...

Dances were stupid and people were stupid and dates were stupid and this whole thing was stupid. Cornelius was only even here to see just how stupid it all was, so he could revel in the knowledge of how stupid his classmates all were, and how much better he was than them. With their dancing...

Cornelius cringed at Vanity's laissez-faire attitude, scoffing lightly. "You'll understand when you're in fifth year." He sniffed. "I'm going to do great things with my life, unlike half the dullards in this place. I can't afford to slack off." He raised his chin as he spoke, doing his best...

Cornelius should have known better than to expect some hippie Gryffindor to listen to a simple request, but it still alarmed him when the younger boy blew up. His face curled instinctively into his best sneer as he looked over the Gryffindor in distaste. "Do you really think shouting at people...

Cornelius's frown deepened with every person who entered the room - June, Tempest, Oswald - so many of the worst, most annoying or pointless people in the school had swarmed in to ruin this, and all it was doing was reminding him how worthless everyone around him was. It was hard to really make...

Cornelius couldn't really imagine anything more embarrassing than spin the bottle. What, meeting up with a group of people you didn't even like just to really make sure all the colds and flus had plenty of opportunity to make their way right around the school? It was pathetic and shallow, and...