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- 4/2019
Jeremiah had virtually just left the Great Hall as he began looking for his best friend. He had seen the Hufflepuff and had planned on going over to him, but in the hustle and bustle of everyone leaving, the Gryffindor had lost him. He was not too concerned, however, as he had a pretty good idea where Ryder would be. If his memory stood (and he did hope it did) Ryder would probably be outside, near the rosebush. Neither had a class at this time he was quite sure. The Gryffindor loosened his tie in the heat from the sun and sighed. The climate was still a little difficult to deal with, it was windier back home. The breeze would often keep one cool. Also, it was a completely different season back there. Even at this age, the time zones and seasonal changes confused him. It would be simpler if his family simply moved to New Zealand, but he knew that his parents appreciated the distance Hogwarts New Zealand provided them from their children. It appeared that they loved having children, but the whole 'raise your children' part simply confused them. It was actually rather pathetic, he had only realised that from being exposed to other people's families and how they worked with their kids.
Jeremiah paused as he reached the rosebush and looked around. Perhaps Ryder was not here? He wander further into the bush, and smiled slightly when he was quite sure he spotted his friend. He had made a promise to Ally to give Ryder a hug, and the Gryffindor kept his promises. Which was probably why he rarely made them. He whistled for attention, and stood in the clearing. "What a pleasure it is to see you, Ryder," he said in greeting. "I made a promise to your sister to give you a hug, and a high five. Once one first, hmm?" He then allowed his eyes to glide over the various flowers and thorns in the rosebush. It was rather nice, though all the fragrances were tickling his nose in an uncomfortable way.
Jeremiah paused as he reached the rosebush and looked around. Perhaps Ryder was not here? He wander further into the bush, and smiled slightly when he was quite sure he spotted his friend. He had made a promise to Ally to give Ryder a hug, and the Gryffindor kept his promises. Which was probably why he rarely made them. He whistled for attention, and stood in the clearing. "What a pleasure it is to see you, Ryder," he said in greeting. "I made a promise to your sister to give you a hug, and a high five. Once one first, hmm?" He then allowed his eyes to glide over the various flowers and thorns in the rosebush. It was rather nice, though all the fragrances were tickling his nose in an uncomfortable way.