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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Under Your Spell' / Friday, 23rd September 2005 / 1:00 PM
Location: The Lake
Open To: Anyone
Currently Involving: Dustin Alden
Dustin knew that he had gotten a strange start to the new school year. He was constantly hearing about things in the Hufflepuff Common Room that he had completely missed. He hadn't talked to his fifth year friends much at all. He knew Erik had named the window in Gryffindor Tower, but when he tried to find a name for the Hufflepuff window, he fell short. Creativity was not necessarily his forte, and perhaps that was exactly why he was being left out of everything. Of course he knew this was not on purpose, but he assumed that it was karma. Boring people just shouldn't be involved in exciting things, right?
He shielded his eyes from the sun as he excited the castle and headed down to the lake. Surely someone was lurking about, and he needed some way to stop the madness. What kind of Hufflepuff doesn't socialize? Obviously a very poor one, and he hoped he was not that sort. Popping a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor bean into his mouth, he scanned the area for movement.
Location: The Lake
Open To: Anyone
Currently Involving: Dustin Alden
Dustin knew that he had gotten a strange start to the new school year. He was constantly hearing about things in the Hufflepuff Common Room that he had completely missed. He hadn't talked to his fifth year friends much at all. He knew Erik had named the window in Gryffindor Tower, but when he tried to find a name for the Hufflepuff window, he fell short. Creativity was not necessarily his forte, and perhaps that was exactly why he was being left out of everything. Of course he knew this was not on purpose, but he assumed that it was karma. Boring people just shouldn't be involved in exciting things, right?
He shielded his eyes from the sun as he excited the castle and headed down to the lake. Surely someone was lurking about, and he needed some way to stop the madness. What kind of Hufflepuff doesn't socialize? Obviously a very poor one, and he hoped he was not that sort. Popping a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor bean into his mouth, he scanned the area for movement.