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Post by Rowena Ravenclaw on Aug 8, 2009 21:47:32 GMT -6
SHE COULD SMELL the freshely brewed potions mixing in with the new smells of all the students coming back to Hogwarts for another exciting year. It was bound to be a good one-- well, Row hoped for the best, as she usually did, but with a child under her belt, it may be a bit different... she'd never really given much thought to things of the sort, but her girl-- her baby girl-- was certainly coming. Rowena combined with her other trusted Founder's strength, could put the baby off for a while, with complex spells and potions, but nothing to stop it completely. And Rowena didn't want to stop it completely, she wanted the girl, and she already had a name: Helena. Shortly influenced by Helga; dear Helga.
Hopefully the students would not know anything of the baby until is was obscenely necessary-- Rowena had a mask of wardrobe pieces that would hide her inflating belly, robes of magical quantity and abilities, robes of unicorn hairs and of sphinx's tears. All good in the long run, right?
She smiled at some of the old faces and much more at the newer faces entering her classroom. It was refreshing to have new students, especially younger students, because they were jsut beginning their magical journey at Hogwarts. Her and her other Founders kknew this would be a success, they put so much faith in Hogwarts.
"Please find a seat in the designated area, and see if you can guess what potions I have brewed for our afternoon together," she said majestically, pointing to the cauldrons filled with bubbling, boiling, colorful potions.
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Post by Isabella Night on Aug 11, 2009 19:58:21 GMT -6
Isabella sat in a desk in the back of the class she liked the back it gave you more room to think about just anything and people usually ignored you as well except for the teachers of course but as long as you knew the answer they ignored you.
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