Passing Ships

[Orwell Brocken]

The boy had really surprised himself in loving Hogwarts, each part of the school had a new and magical element to it that Orwell had ended up enjoying, sure some of the professors hadn't been great but the boy was happy, happy that he had been able to come to the school, learn all that he could and make all the friends that he could. He had kept himself busy throughout his education, going a little beyond just the classes, reforming the wild patch into his own little community cell. The garden did seem far better than when he had first arrived, it seemed to have new life and he loved caring for it, the boy would be sad to see it go. But this was his final semester and he had several hard decisions to make about it and he had to sit his NEWTs too.

The NEWTs in Orwell's mind were less important, since it didn't matter how well he did, his life would always be fine, he had the privilege of his community that would always be there to support him. Of course Orwell wanted to do well but he was more concerned with other decisions he had to make, like who would be the next King or Queen of the flowers, who would take over the wild patch, there were so many great people who could take over and he wasn't sure who he wanted. He knew that it was a team effort that made it great, but he knew the school would be appointing one and he wanted to be sure that they'd know who he thought was best. He also had to decide really what his next move would be after school, he knew what he wanted to do, that much had been clear in his mind since he'd gotten to his OWLs, but Orwell who'd left the community largely behind in this new life wondered if he should even return.

The teen was sat in the mostly empty great hall, it was too late in the evening for people to still be around, curfew was just around the corner and he was one of the few left working away following dinner. Orwell had had a lot of problems with this school, and he had a lot to think about, but really Hogwarts was a magical place he would never give up for anything.
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[Kerryn Howard]

Kerryn had just heard the news about her mother wanting her to move to Durmstrang in approximately a year. She had heard how much her mother wanted her to study on dark arts and performed it after the young girl finished her school years. It was such a shame that Hogwarts provided no such thing as she had began to be a little bit more fond of the castle. She began to wonder if her twin sister, Nicolette Howard would too be transferred to the Scandinavian school. She wished for it to happen though she knew that her parents knew what's best hence she didn't want to argue with them. All of these thoughts had been occupying the fifteen years old's mind for several days now and she was hoping for it to go away. The Ravenclaw looked down to her potion book after zoning out for a little bit. The great hall was empty, there was only one house elf who ran around fetching Kerryn's beverage order. Her books were scattered all over the table with some leaves and bowls surrounding it. The Howard are great potioneers back to early 1000, and being the daughter and the descendant of potion brewers, Kerryn too took potion seriously. The blond haired girl took her notes and started copying ingredients. She took a bowl and several herbs, poured boiling water, and stirred it. She saw the liquid changed color and quickly turned black which meant that she had failed. Angrily, the Ravenclaw stood up and threw the bowl to the ground. She sat down once her anger decrease. A poor house elf came running and quickly cleaned the mess. Suddenly another Ravenclaw came into the great hall, she gave him a quick cold glare before continuing on her study.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell was a little surprised when he saw the girl sitting alone, knocking the bowl over and just waiting for one of the elves to come clean it up, to him it was rather strange to do that given that as magical people they could just use their wands and that would fix everything. They didn't need to force a house elf, likely busy with other things to fix it when it could so easily be fixed just like that. The boy concentrated on is work, or well tried to, he really was aiming in life to not bother with people or getting into fights but he just couldn't take this, he didn't want this to be what happened, he wanted to help make this school a better place and if this meant occasionally fighting with people or trying to get them to listen to his point of view then he would. This meant that despite the boy's better judgement, he focused back on to the girl, and moved from where he sat to sitting in front of her, getting the attention of the girl by clearing his throat.

"Why didn't you just use magic to clean up the mess you had made?" the King of flowers asked her, looking over what she was doing and noting that it seemed like she was making a potion of some kind or trying to at the very least. Orwell half wanted to help the girl if she wanted it, but he felt like that should come after, "While of course the elves can clean up after you, as a witch is it not better to clean it up yourself with a simple flick of the wand," he pulled out his own wand and twirled it lightly in his fingers to almost remind her that she had one, "And I mean the least you can do after is thank the house elf for their work cleaning up after you," Orwell finished what he was saying, nodding slightly to himself, hoping that she wouldn't feel too annoyed about what he was saying. It would really depend on what she was like as a person.
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[Kerryn Howard]

Kerryn was so disappointed at herself that her ears turned red. She hated how she couldn't accomplish what she had in mind. Nicolette surely could've done it better with her eyes closed. She turned to her side to listen to what the older student had to say. "Why clean up the mess myself if you have a house elf around?" her eye brow tilted, looking at the boy sharply. She was in no mood to fight with anyone, she was far too disappointed of herself to do so. "You can go now" she commanded the poor house elf instead of thanking him. The fourteen years old glared at the little creature before eyeing the boy to see his reaction. Her anger toward herself concealed her irritation toward the boy. "Didn't your mother teach you on how to treat a house elf like what it deserves to be treated?"" Kerryn closed her books and took a large bag to put all her stuff into. Due to her rude and cold nature, Kerryn didn't have any friend beside those whose last names are Howard. She didn't expect people to like her, she was an odd bird after all. Though it would be nice if she could have someone who she could pour her heart. There were far too many secrets thay she had to keep away from her fellow Howard. So she definitely didn't wish for this older boy to stay and treat her kindly. Life is cruel hence cruelty is what people deserve to get.