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Ambrose watched as Sunday started applying the nail polish, using his other hand to give a mock salute when she instructed him to talk. "Right. Yeah. Sure. Uhhh, Ambrose, Ravenclaw, like I said. Mom's a muggle, dad's a wizard. They're chaotic, loud. I'm an only child. Less chaotic, I think." He...

Ambrose shook his head when Sofi asked if he was leaving, about to offer to help her back to the side if she wanted to when she already skated off. He was glad she knew how to stay upright on the skates but was left a little dumbfounded when she turned away from him so easily. He stood there for...

Ambrose blinked a few times when Sofi apologised again when she had done absolutely nothing wrong. "Didn't know.. what..?" He questioned, looking at his own feet to decide if getting back up on the skates would be a good idea. Probably not when he had fallen down within the first minute of...

Ambrose could hardly register he had grabbed onto another student before they were both already crashing down onto the ice. His first instinct was to prop himself up so he could oversee the situation, his second was to glance over to the person he had taken with him with a hint of horror in his...

Ambrose had never one to attend fancy parties or anything of the sort so he was more than curious to see what tonight would bring. He was also grateful he had packed at least one or two dress shirts so he at least had something to wear. Just another thing his dad hadn't prepared him for with how...

Ambrose nodded and held out his right hand so she could get started on painting his nails. "Yes ma'am." He grinned when she told him not to move, although he was sure he shouldn't have too much of an issue with that. He could sit still. Even if it might take longer than he would've initially...

Ambrose had paid little attention to what was actually happening on the chess board when he had sat down, now looking at it when she told him it was premature. It was and he should've perhaps looked at that before asking her the question. Although it had been a good conversation starter so he...

Ambrose couldn't recall ever seeing his mom paint her nails except for some sort of very special occassion so in his mind it had always felt like something people didn't just do from day to day. Which was, of course, far from the truth. He though about Sunday's offer for a second while she...

Ambrose leaned his head on his hand as he waited for his classmate to respond. Whether that was by saying something or just starting to play he didn't really mind. It would be fun to hear him play though and he would for sure need to ask him what sort of music he preferred to play. Maybe they...

Ambrose was excited for the first arts club meeting, especially since he still wasn't sure what the club was all about, except, well.. art. In all forms and variations if he were to believe what the club leader had told him during the club fair. And he did believe her. He took a seat in the room...

Ambrose was having plenty of fun at school so far, way more than he was used to having back at home he had to admit. Even if he did miss playing rugby with his friends or spending time with some of the kids in his music classes. Luckily though, Hogwarts was filled with other students and there...

Ambrose often didn't fuss too much about simple things so when Sunday, by now he was confident that he had gotten the right name in mind, motioned for him to sit with her he easily did so. "Stairs dropped me off here." He replied completely unbothered. Almost as if it was the most normal thing...

Ambrose shook his head when the girl, whos name he was trying very much picking his brain for but could not come up with, apologised again. "Nah, really, it's fine." He ensured her, glancing down at his shirt once more. "If anyone asks I'll just say it's fake blood or something." Ambrose...

Ambrose knew he'd be nervous for his first game, he just didn't know he'd be this nervous. He knew the seeker on the other team was a first year as well and could only imagine how that kid must be feeling. There was a lot more riding on him than there was on Ambrose after all. Taking a stand...

Ambrose Webb Ravenclaw 2nd year

Ambrose Webb Ravenclaw 2nd year

Ambrose Webb Ravenclaw

Ambrose Webb Ravenclaw Chaser

Ambrose made another shot and was relieved to finally see the quaffle sail through a hoop again. He knew he was only a first year and there were many more experienced chasers around but that didn't mean he shouldn't give it his all.

Ambrose placed his hand on the door with the intent of stepping out and closing it again, leaving the other boy to his practice, but he hesitated. Should he leave? If he was practicing he wouldn't mind anyone joining in but he knew not everyone would be so easy. Some people did mind being...