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- April 27, 2018 (37)
It wasn't three months into the year and Erik was already skipping class. Deciding that he couldn't be bothered to attend Transfiguration today, he slept in, inhaled Pumpkin Pasties and a healthy serving of jelly slugs for breakfast, and flipped through his copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. He quickly tired of reading. Besides, Royal- who was getting bigger and less cute every day- kept making a bed out of his book. He gave up after pushing her off the fifth time. Jamming his wand in his pocket, Erik ditched the dorm. Today would be wonderful for exploring.
Erik descended the stairs. The fourth floor didn't interest him anyway; what was interesting about his house, the library, or the student lounge? Moseying down the third floor corridor, he happened upon the trophy room. He had yet to check the place out. It was vacant except for the collection of plaques and prizes. They were starting to lose their shine.
He walked around the room, observing the names and houses that Hogwarts New Zealand was so proud of. Erik frowned. If his math was right, Hufflepuff hadn't won the house cup for seven years now and didn't have a Quidditch cup to its name. That was just sick. Grabbing the trophy that Hufflepuffs before him had earned, he tipped it back to look inside. Nothing special there.
When he tried to put the thing back, it slipped out of his hands and struck the floor with a clank. "Oops." Erik grinned to himself. He left the trophy where it lay and moved on to the case, pressing his nose and hands against it as he peered through the glass.
Erik descended the stairs. The fourth floor didn't interest him anyway; what was interesting about his house, the library, or the student lounge? Moseying down the third floor corridor, he happened upon the trophy room. He had yet to check the place out. It was vacant except for the collection of plaques and prizes. They were starting to lose their shine.
He walked around the room, observing the names and houses that Hogwarts New Zealand was so proud of. Erik frowned. If his math was right, Hufflepuff hadn't won the house cup for seven years now and didn't have a Quidditch cup to its name. That was just sick. Grabbing the trophy that Hufflepuffs before him had earned, he tipped it back to look inside. Nothing special there.
When he tried to put the thing back, it slipped out of his hands and struck the floor with a clank. "Oops." Erik grinned to himself. He left the trophy where it lay and moved on to the case, pressing his nose and hands against it as he peered through the glass.