Post by bobby on Apr 11, 2008 5:00:43 GMT -5
`august is over
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The year is 1977 and the month is May. It is the last month of school, and young witches and wizards everywhere are eager for their approaching summer vacation. Those lucky ones who’re of the age of sixteen are beginning apparation lessons, anxiously waiting for their seventeenth birthdays, so they can pop up anywhere they’d like. The seventeenth year also brings them the ability to use magic wherever they please, not just within the walls of their beloved schools. The upcoming seventh and final year seems promising to the classes of 1977 everywhere. But before they move on, they must survive the final few days of their sixth term. Hogwarts students sit in class, tapping their foots, chewing on quills, staring off into space. They no longer care for what the professors have to say, for in a few weeks, it will all be over. They will be free. Students of Durmstrang study diligently for their end of the term exams, for they are much more attentive to their exams than the carefree students of Hogwarts. The students of Beauxbatons, as well, study for their cumulative tests, paying close attention to each area of witchcraft and wizardry they’ve learned over the course of the year. Though this may make the students of Hogwarts seem lazy, they’ve just not been as tediously trained as those of Bulgaria and France.
Needless to say, exams clog the minds of all, and each student is so caught up in his or her own needs, that they pay no mind to life outside their school walls. They don’t know of half of the dangers that rage in the world around them, for the pressure of exams and prospect of summer are higher on their priority lists. Suffice to say, these young sixteen and seventeen year olds are could never fathom that even these dangers threaten them. They feel they are invincible, until one day, the unthinkable happens. It’s a glorious day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students lounge about by the Black Lake, studying, talking, or just soaking up the warm spring sun. Birds call from the tall oak trees that dot the grounds. A gentle breeze passes over the Forbidden Forest, causing leafs to shake gently. A few students munch on sandwiches and chips in the Great Hall, watching the ceiling as a swarm of owls swoop down over the tables, delivering the afternoon mail. High in the north tower of the castle, an owl swoops through the window of the Headmaster’s, dropping a letter on his large desk. With a soft coo, the bird flies away and the old man is left to his affairs.
The headline of the Daily Prophet reads, “Beauxbaton’s Academy in Paris, France Attacked!” Students gasp, the sparsely populated Great Hall suddenly filling with loud chatter. Sighing, the Headmaster pulls off his half moon spectacles and rubs his temples, contemplating the situation. The letter is pleading, desperate. Six students have been killed, and the Madame fears for the rest of her wonderful children. Where can she go? What can she do? She cannot just abandon her students, for many of them have no place else to go. All around France there have been attacks, and many students no longer have parents or homes to go back to. The Headmaster sighs and pulls out a piece of parchment, dipping his long black quill into his inkwell. He does the only thing he can think of, the only thing he finds appropriate. Blowing on the letter gently, he folds it up and slides it into an envelope, handing if off to Fawks, who swoops out of the window. It is done. Hopefully Madame Maxim will accept his offer, for it is the only thing he can do for the Parisians. Tomorrow he will make the announcement that, in light of recent events, the next term, beginning in September, will be spent with their neighbors from France.
The students were excited for the new arrivals that would grace their halls next year. Girls were ready to be swept away by suave French boys, while blokes were ready to nail as many sexy French chicks as they could. They were still oblivious to the horrors of the outside world, though said horrors were the whole reason for the arrival of these foreign students. The Hogwarts students spent most of their summers lounging around, ignoring the news, ignoring their parents. They dreamt of the excitement the new school year would entail. They dreamt of the new friends, enemies, and lovers they would find. They thought nothing of how greatly the turmoil of the outside world could actually affect them.
Now, the new term is nearing, and students are packing. They say their goodbyes and board the scarlet train, which would take them to their destinies. After a summer of dreaming and relaxation, everyone is anxious with anticipation for the year, which is sure to be full of fun and excitement. The Headmaster welcomes them warmly, smiling as he looks out at the plethora of students. But the twinkle is gone from his eyes, for he knows of the dangers that could seep through the castle walls at any moment. The students are no longer safe within these hallowed halls, and it is time for them to put up their defenses. And while the students still remain hopeful for the success of the new year, no one can foresee what will happen now that august is over?.
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The year is 1977 and the month is May. It is the last month of school, and young witches and wizards everywhere are eager for their approaching summer vacation. Those lucky ones who’re of the age of sixteen are beginning apparation lessons, anxiously waiting for their seventeenth birthdays, so they can pop up anywhere they’d like. The seventeenth year also brings them the ability to use magic wherever they please, not just within the walls of their beloved schools. The upcoming seventh and final year seems promising to the classes of 1977 everywhere. But before they move on, they must survive the final few days of their sixth term. Hogwarts students sit in class, tapping their foots, chewing on quills, staring off into space. They no longer care for what the professors have to say, for in a few weeks, it will all be over. They will be free. Students of Durmstrang study diligently for their end of the term exams, for they are much more attentive to their exams than the carefree students of Hogwarts. The students of Beauxbatons, as well, study for their cumulative tests, paying close attention to each area of witchcraft and wizardry they’ve learned over the course of the year. Though this may make the students of Hogwarts seem lazy, they’ve just not been as tediously trained as those of Bulgaria and France.
Needless to say, exams clog the minds of all, and each student is so caught up in his or her own needs, that they pay no mind to life outside their school walls. They don’t know of half of the dangers that rage in the world around them, for the pressure of exams and prospect of summer are higher on their priority lists. Suffice to say, these young sixteen and seventeen year olds are could never fathom that even these dangers threaten them. They feel they are invincible, until one day, the unthinkable happens. It’s a glorious day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students lounge about by the Black Lake, studying, talking, or just soaking up the warm spring sun. Birds call from the tall oak trees that dot the grounds. A gentle breeze passes over the Forbidden Forest, causing leafs to shake gently. A few students munch on sandwiches and chips in the Great Hall, watching the ceiling as a swarm of owls swoop down over the tables, delivering the afternoon mail. High in the north tower of the castle, an owl swoops through the window of the Headmaster’s, dropping a letter on his large desk. With a soft coo, the bird flies away and the old man is left to his affairs.
The headline of the Daily Prophet reads, “Beauxbaton’s Academy in Paris, France Attacked!” Students gasp, the sparsely populated Great Hall suddenly filling with loud chatter. Sighing, the Headmaster pulls off his half moon spectacles and rubs his temples, contemplating the situation. The letter is pleading, desperate. Six students have been killed, and the Madame fears for the rest of her wonderful children. Where can she go? What can she do? She cannot just abandon her students, for many of them have no place else to go. All around France there have been attacks, and many students no longer have parents or homes to go back to. The Headmaster sighs and pulls out a piece of parchment, dipping his long black quill into his inkwell. He does the only thing he can think of, the only thing he finds appropriate. Blowing on the letter gently, he folds it up and slides it into an envelope, handing if off to Fawks, who swoops out of the window. It is done. Hopefully Madame Maxim will accept his offer, for it is the only thing he can do for the Parisians. Tomorrow he will make the announcement that, in light of recent events, the next term, beginning in September, will be spent with their neighbors from France.
The students were excited for the new arrivals that would grace their halls next year. Girls were ready to be swept away by suave French boys, while blokes were ready to nail as many sexy French chicks as they could. They were still oblivious to the horrors of the outside world, though said horrors were the whole reason for the arrival of these foreign students. The Hogwarts students spent most of their summers lounging around, ignoring the news, ignoring their parents. They dreamt of the excitement the new school year would entail. They dreamt of the new friends, enemies, and lovers they would find. They thought nothing of how greatly the turmoil of the outside world could actually affect them.
Now, the new term is nearing, and students are packing. They say their goodbyes and board the scarlet train, which would take them to their destinies. After a summer of dreaming and relaxation, everyone is anxious with anticipation for the year, which is sure to be full of fun and excitement. The Headmaster welcomes them warmly, smiling as he looks out at the plethora of students. But the twinkle is gone from his eyes, for he knows of the dangers that could seep through the castle walls at any moment. The students are no longer safe within these hallowed halls, and it is time for them to put up their defenses. And while the students still remain hopeful for the success of the new year, no one can foresee what will happen now that august is over?.