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Post by Carma Rousseau on Aug 3, 2008 12:03:15 GMT -5
Carma watched Styx appear at the funeral, as she could only expect him to do. He'd truly made an effort to get dressed up for this ceremony, didn't he? A burlap thong, a bowtie around his big toe... Carma smirked and allowed Styx room to step in and say a very moving prayer.
Bowing her head and clasping her hands in her lap, Carma fought a smile off her face while Styx spoke in true poetic form. Though his words were humorous Carma knew that he did indeed mean every one of them. Styx Capricorn was an old chum of the Headmaster's and was probably the only man at this school to ever understand him. Truly, Carma couldn't see how the Headmaster got along with Styx and yet still hated her... she couldn't have been any worse than Styx... but that was over now. The Headmaster was dead and gone. She nodded after Styx had finished his prayer and gave him a pat on his strong but dirty back, sending him back on his way... wherever that was.
"Thank you, Styx, for that moving prayer..."
Carma stepped in front of the Headmaster's tombstone and turned to look at it, piled up with the flowers and notes of the students and staff who had come to pay their respects. She touched the tombstone thoughtfully, letting her eyes slip closed as if in a silent prayer. Carma succeeded in beating the smile off her face this time. There was nothing funny about death. True, the fact that it was the Headmaster's death gave her a lot of joy, but if it had been herself or someone she'd loved Carma would hope that people would not stand over her gravestone mocking her. More sobered now, Carma stepped away from the tombstone and turned to face the observers, ready to begin.
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Vlad Keegan
Hufflepuff
Second Year
long before you leave don't forget a kiss, a hug, a tender and sweet goodbye - Thanks Kath for Sig
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Post by Vlad Keegan on Aug 3, 2008 12:09:16 GMT -5
Vlad had a feeling that everything was about to begin. He had been to funerals before but never to a wizard's funeral. Well, also he had never been to a wizard school either so it might be a different experiance all together.
((Sorry short post, I might not be on until 11 or so tonight. Working Five to 10pm))
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Post by Melissa Madison on Aug 3, 2008 12:29:33 GMT -5
Melissa stood silently while the gameskeeper read the rather odd poem. Was he on something, or trying to lighten the spirit of the occasion? She felt conflicted about being here at all. One hand, she never could bring herself to believe the Headmaster was gone. It seemed impossible. He was so alive, so larger than life, the last time she had seen him. On the other hand, she wanted to show her respect. She lifted her head up and refused to look submissive or depressed. She wasn't buying into this, and wasn't going to bend under pressure. Her eyes began to water, and for a moment she felt a doubt, but blinked it all away. She wasn't going to be influenced, she wasn't going to fall into the whole mob mentality and go with the herd. He was out there somewhere, whether he was hiding, or simply planning his return, who could know? Until then, she'd just keep her opinions to herself and to her closest friends, and carry on normally as much as she could.
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Post by Professor Jessica Thompson on Aug 3, 2008 12:44:39 GMT -5
Jessica raised her head from the prayer as Carma stepped forward and spoke. She watched as Carma turned around and looked at the headstone for a few seconds. She sat up a bit straighter, sure the ceremony was just about to officially begin. She crossed her right leg over her left, glancing around the meadow once again. The chairs were filling up with students and staff, some with saddened looks on their faces and others who looked like they couldn't care less. But at least they had come to pay their respects.
The meadow was silent except for the occasion crunch of leaves beneath someone's feet or the squeak of a chair as someone leaned back. Her eyes wandered against the backdrop of the forest, wondering if anything was watching the ceremony take place as well. She turned back to Carma as the woman stepped away from the tombstone. Lifting her eyes to Carma's face, she observed a small flicker of something in Carma's eyes. She couldn't tell what it was from where she was sitting but she waited patiently for the ceremony to begin as Carma took a step forward and stood there.
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Post by Carma Rousseau on Aug 3, 2008 12:51:37 GMT -5
"Approximately four months ago our beloved Headmaster went missing without a trace. After months of investigations, searches, and interviews, the Ministry of Magic has been forced to declare our beloved Headmaster as dead, effectively closing the book on a life that has given us this school, these grounds, and all of the friendships that we have made here. But that is not why we've gathered here today."
"Instead of mourning the loss of someone who is gone, we should be celebrating the life of someone who touched all of our individual lives."
"No doubt, the Headmaster was a mysterious man. I can not tell you his name or give you a definitive description of what he looked like because I myself only met him a couple of times, but I can tell you what he did. From his office high above our classrooms and dormitories the Headmaster ruled this school with an iron fist. He watched over us, individually, without us even knowing that he was there.""While the Headmaster was alive, no student ever went without a hot meal or a warm bed to lay their head at night. No student went without a textbook or a compassionate professor to learn from. Despite our individual social and financial backgrounds, the Headmaster ensured that we all received the same quality education. He even allowed us to have a little fun - green lighting clubs, organizations, and even the occasional school ball.""Just as importantly, we were always safe when the Headmaster was alive." Carma paused briefly for dramatic effect, her eyes drifting lazily to Abba where he stood at the edge of the clearing. She couldn't promise that their next Headmaster would live up to that. Smiling kindly at the students, Carma returned her gaze to them. "Through thick and thin we have been able to pursue our academic dreams in this school no matter what may be going on outside of the castle walls or within this forest... no one, creature nor human being alike, has been able to do us harm. And for that alone, especially in these trying times, we must appreciate what the Headmaster has done for us."Stepping forward, Carma folded her hands in front of her and gazed downwards at the grass where the Headmaster's grave should of been. She sighed softly and rose her eyes to the observers. "The Headmaster was like a father to us all. Silent but strong, he always made sure we had what we needed and that no harm would ever come to us. Perhaps we did not know him well, but it is the Headmaster's work that let us live the lives that we've wanted. Do you think you would have made the same friends had the Headmaster not been there to keep this school running? What would your future have been if you couldn't attend school?"Carma paused to let them all contemplate. She took a few steps back and returned to the headstone where the Headmaster's name was inscribed. Carma touched it thoughtfully and looked at the setting sky as darkness began to set in. "We all owe the Headmaster a little something."Removing a card from her pocket, Carma unfolded it and recited Rupert Brooke's sonnet in a strong voice. "Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary, Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move, And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary, And all the little emptiness of love!
Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there, Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending, Naught broken save this body, lost but breath; Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death."
After speaking she waited a few moments to absorb the words of the poem and give the students time to reflect on what the Headmaster had done for their lives. The Headmaster, though he had caused Carma a lot of grief in the past, would certainly be missed... she would miss the control he had over this school, and the way that he made sure she always had a place to turn, even if they did not like each other very much. All of the friends she had made here and all of the things she had learned would never have been possible without him... smiling sadly, Carma raised her eyes to the observers. A box of tall white candles began making its way down the aisles for every student to take. After everyone had taken one the box returned to Carma where she grabbed one for herself and set the box aside. With the flick of a match Carma lit the wick on her candle and held it in front of her. "Though the Headmaster's body may be dead, his spirit lives on. We have the power to uphold his teachings for generations to come. Let this light symbolize the Headmaster's legacy. Each of us,"Carma stepped to the site and lit the person closest to her's candle, instructing them to pass the flame along until every person had a lit candle in their hands. "Has a piece of this legacy and the power to pass it on to each other. Let us never forget the kindness given to us by a man that most of us never knew, and let us pass that on to others.""Please, one by one, you are welcome to step forward and offer words, prayers, poems, or even simple memories for the Headmaster..." Carma stepped aside and gestured them to come forward in a reasonable manner. "Please, don't be shy. After one person speaks then you may come forward directly afterward, don't wait for me."
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Post by Acamapichtli Arroyo on Aug 3, 2008 12:56:44 GMT -5
Acamapichtli stood beside Melissa and Morse, only half listening as the gameskeeper put his two cents in. He found the whole thing rather uncomfortable. He had never once been to a funeral and wasn't exactly sure what to expect, or behave for that matter. Attending a memorial service for someone who wasn't dead for sure was a bit bizarre. Nevertheless, he kept his mouth shut and focused his attention on Carma.
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Morse Macnair
Gryffindor
Fifth Year
Praying for some peace of mind
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Post by Morse Macnair on Aug 3, 2008 13:00:27 GMT -5
Apparently morse was already there with melissa. . Yeah. He stood there pretty bored as usual, just feeling the slight most discomfort. Considering how many were weeping an empty coffin. He scratched at the back of his neck and looked around. It was amusing how everyone had so much to say about a guy who was barely seen around the school.
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Post by Melissa Madison on Aug 3, 2008 13:23:50 GMT -5
Melissa took her candle, and lit Morse and Acamapichtlis, then stepped forward somewhat reluctantly. She didn't like public speaking, but someone needed to step forward first, and it might as well be her. Her voice quavered at first, a little unsure in front of so many people, but gained strength as she went on.
"I'd like to say something, forgive me, I wasn't prepared for this, so if I ramble a bit...I didn't know we'd be allowed to say anything. I just want to say...something I should have when the term started, even long before that. I want to thank the headmaster, for being so understanding, so easy to talk to...for everything really. A few months before term ended, my friends and I were withdrawn by our families for personal reasons...When we came to the headmaster's office to meet our families...he was so kind...so understanding, and so quick to reassure us that we could return whenever we were ready. And we did, and there was nothing said, not about our absence, or anything else, we were welcomed back with open arms, and we felt safe. We always felt, and still feel like Hogwarts is our second home. And like most with their homes, we will do our best to maintain that feeling of safety, and family....and everything else the headmaster tried to instill in us.", she said this last defiantly, looking around the attendants with her chin raised a little as if daring anyone to contradict her...as far as she was concerned nothing would change. Hogwarts was still her second home, and she would do her best to support that, even if she was still young and not taken seriously.
"I'd like to read something if nobody objects, it's something that really sums up my feeling better than I could on my own.
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
She stepped down then, and rejoined her friends, shaking a little.
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Post by Professor Jessica Thompson on Aug 3, 2008 13:38:38 GMT -5
Jessica sat still, listening silently as Carma spoke. She was even more solemn now as she thought about everything Carma was saying. She had never really taken the time to think about all the Headmaster had done for the school, the students....for her. She'd never taken the time to actually reflect on how much the school depends on the Headmaster. And now that it was too late to not take him for granted, he was gone. Supposedly. Or rather...presumably. She signed lightly as she thought about all this, taking in so much at once.
She felt almost guilty for never having thought about how much different her life would be if it weren't for the Headmaster. Carma had certainly brought up several thoughts that were now making her think deeply. She felt almost anxious, wondering what the future would bring now that the Headmaster was gone. Would the school still be as safe as Carma had mentioned? Her eyes flickered around, looking back at the now forboding trees. Would there be any attacks against the school now? Once the wrong person caught wind that the Headmaster was gone? Would others take this information as a hint that the school was now much more vulnerable than it had previously been?
All these thoughts swarmed through her mind, no matter how much she tried to block them out and listen to Carma's speech. Vaguely, she heard Carma begin to recite a sonnet. She shook her head slightly, finally clearing the anxious thoughts from her mind and getting back to listening to what Carma was saying. As the sonnet finished, there was a pause. A moment of silence. However brief the actual pause was, Jessica felt like it went on forever. She thought back to her previous thoughts, thanking the Headmaster indefinitely for providing a warm, safe place for her to live and learn at while he had been in power.
She looked up as white candles began being passed down the rows. Taking one from the box when it came to her, she waited for the flame to get passed to her. As someone leaned over and lit hers, she passed it on to the person sitting next to her. She bowed her head for a second, looking at the candle she was now holding. As she heard Carma begin to speak again, she lifted her head back up, listening. Hearing that they were free to step forward and speak, she decided she had something she wanted to say. She watched as a younger girl stepped forward to the front and turned to speak. She listened to what the girl had to say, nodding in agreement to a couple things, a solemn look on her face as she listened to the poem.
As the girl went back to her seat, Jessica stood up, taking several steps forward as she walked up the aisle to where Carma was standing. Standing a couple of feet away from the woman, she turned and overlooked the crowd. There were more people here than she'd previously thought. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak. "I didn't know the Headmaster, never met him, never saw him. I don't even know what he looked like. But after listening to what Carma just said," she paused and turned to Carma, "which was lovely by the way, Carma." She turned back to face the rest of the funeral-goers. "After listening to what Carma just said, I realized how much the Headmaster did for all of us, everything I always took for granted. I never took the time to think about everything provided for us, never took the time to thank the person responsible for it. And now that I realize all this, it's too late. Too late to say thank you." She turned slightly, facing the headstone for a brief moment. "So thank you, Headmaster. May you rest in peace." she said, quietly. A sad smile on her face, she looked at Carma once and surveyed the rest of the crowd before leaving the front and making her way back to her seat. A single tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away gently as she sat down.
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Post by Cory Benson on Aug 3, 2008 14:00:11 GMT -5
You...have...got...to...be...kidding...
Cory walked his way down to the memorial service. Why? Well it was sort of a unwritten rule... they were expected to attend. But what were they attending? A memorial service for a person that hasn't even been found, but still declared dead... dead? Someone leaves for monthss and there all of the sudden dead? Cory left Hogwarts for a couple months before, and he wasn't presumed dead.
And plus the Headmaster was such a mysterious figure, and hardly anyone knew anything about him, is it not possible that he left to take care of something that no one knew was going on? And with all the things that were going on in the wizarding world it made that explanation much more plausible. Cory thought people would be more skeptical of this, especially the professors. I mean they weren't idiots, they were fairly intelligent people. And yet, this man hasn't even been FOUND and no adult is there to question it...
Maybe they knew something the students did not. Maybe they want the students to think he's dead. Cory didn't know but something was fishy about the whole darn thing. And Cory wasn't about to believe this dude was dead until he's shown the body. But yet he was still supposed to come down to this service and listen to people cry...over a man... that nobody knew... Or at least that most people didn't.
But there was one thing that Cory was grateful for that this man did and that was giving them this place to attend. Giving him the oppurtunity to make all the firends that he did. THAT was what he was grateful for... otherwise, he didn't know this guy... he didn't know what he was up to. Was he really keeping things safe all the time? Or was it just luck... Or maybe someone else was keeping them safe. Did he really care about the students? He didn't care enough to get to know them obviously...
The people that Cory knew, that went out of there way to know the students was ABBA and Arri... And yet ABBA is the one who is the prime suspect for the murder? I don't know... it just didn't make...sense in Cory's mind. Plus wasn't there a headmistress? or something?...what does she have to say? Why isn't she down at the ceremony? If anyone knew anything about this man, wouldn't it be her?
There were soo many questions, and Cory expected most of them to go unanswered. Which left everything up to opinions... conspiracy theories... and everyone's own fictional stories. Anyway, Cory made it a little ways into the forbidden forest, somewhat curious as to why it was being done there. He took a seat towards the back. He half listened to the things everyone was saying.
He also looked around a bit at the people attending and the surroundings. And he was quite baffled by how people could cry. I mean if it was a dear friend or family member. Or someone you had known and had a relationship with, than it makes sense to cry and be sad. But for a guy, that was soo mysterious, a guy that you most likely didn't even know... well that didn't make sense. Granted, people should be grateful for some of the things, he is said to have done... But to cry over a guy who may not even be dead... well THAT... that's just the saddest thing of all.
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Jadyn Hart
Gryffindor
Third Year
tell me how you love me now.
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Post by Jadyn Hart on Aug 3, 2008 14:25:15 GMT -5
Jadyn stood there with a frown on her face, she couldn't cry. She wanted to, but it just wouldn't come out. I mean..she didn't want to, but she felt like she needed to, to show she was sorry. But she still had a little hope he was still alive. It seemed nearly impossible for the headmaster to die. It just didn't seem real. He was so powerful and always watched over his students and staff. He really cared, or atleast she thought from Carma's words. He sounded like he thought every student to be special. And protected them like a mother or father would. Jadyn forced a smile. She took a candle from the box, lighting hers and helping light a persons beside her, she sighed a heavy sigh and listened to more poems, songs, words and all.
Jadyn didn't have the courage to go up, she didn't know what to say at all. She did not know him personally, it would be awkward. And when she got up there, her voice would probably crack, then finally tears would probably stream down her face, right infront of everyone. She'd find that embarassing really, she hated crying infront of people. She tried to seem brave. Or as brave as she could seem.
(im sorry for my bad posts, im attempting. heh.)
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Post by Professor Aaron Lathen on Aug 3, 2008 14:27:18 GMT -5
(I was very tired last night, so I wasn't even awake for the thread... So I apologize for not reading everyone's posts. ) He had been at a funeral only two years ago; he remembered it all to clearly, and knew that he never wanted to go to one again. Everyone had bawled their eyes out for his sister and her husband, and he even felt sad for her -- she had been related to him, after all, and he wasn't completely heartless. But he had also gotten mad, for it had not been an illness, but rather intentional means from someone else. But this guy was the headmaster, the one who had given him the job in the first place to teach at Hogwarts, who had let him stay (even if with a little influence from others) and had kept the school protected; at least, along with a few other people, perhaps even the whole staff. And so Aaron Lathen would have to pay his respects -- it was more of a "must" than an obligation or a responsibilty. He had only to dress in a usual attire, as the colours suited well: a black, long-sleeve shirt (the bandage applied carefully beneath his left sleeve), black pants, black dress shoes... The only thing different was, of course, the dress shoes and the lack of a cloak. Cloak in one pocket (one could never be sure in the Forest), Aaron walked slowly down the path that led to the clearly, slowly and without any intentions of paying attention to the spot itself that likely contained a tombstone or headstone. It took the man some time to get to the end of the path, but he had left somewhat early, so he had not been late. He stepped aside to let others pass and just stood there, looking around at the threes and remembering them, keeping them in his memory, staring for quite some time. Aaron did not look at the tombstone, did not want to remember what death was or what it stood for. After a long moment of silence and stillness, he moved forward, sitting down in a silver chair as close to the center of of the clearing as possible. He certainly wasn't going to sit in the front, and the back would probably have people who were over-emotional about the entire situation. He bit down on his lip, hard and without any mercy, and then looked at Carma. The most of the tombstone he could see was the top, but he focused on the woman beside it. It was no surprise that she would be at the head of the whole thing, certainly for more reasons than one, but it still had to be a difficult thing to do. He remembered being with the immediate family only two years back, remembered how sad everyone was, how much patience and strength it took with a funeral or a wake or the services. But this was just a service, he reminded himself; there was no body to be buried or viewed. The man tore his dark eyes away from Carma and closed them, bowing his head into what anyone might think of as prayer. There was no one hear to focus on, and he had no intentions of talking anyway. He had not noticed Abba, a man he very much hated more than ever at that current moment in time, nor had he noticed Arri, who looked probably as bad as she had in the Hospital Wing about a month previously. He didn't pay attention to the people themselves, only the sound of what was them speaking, of their prayers and their words to the man who barely anyone knew at all. But when he opened his eyes, the person before him was speaking. It was Aaron's turn now, the man who probably everyone assumed would not speak. And he wouldn't, either, if he didn't have respect to the departed and, quite frankly, was a heartless man after all. But when it was his turn, he stood. He might regret it, he might have absolutely no idea what to say, but it didn't matter. All that would matter is that Aaron Lathen had at least stood before the tombstone, showing at least a little respect. And so he walked over, taking his time; everyone could get over it. It was the headmaster, after all, and most people would probably stay even after the words were done. And so he had finally made it, and his eyes took in the shape of the glorious tombstone, the marking of what once was, what still was somewhere, but was undiscovered and perhaps never would be. It wasn't something he wanted to think about, nor was it something anyone should want to think about, but it still happened. Aaron closed his eyes and bowed his head, trying not to remember it. Many people had gone to funerals before, many people knew what it was like. And then there were those who didn't, and while he wasn't one of them, he still thought about it. What would they do? "No one knew him," he reminded himself, though he actually said it aloud without realizing it. "And there's certainly nothing to do about it now." And it was then that he realized he was talking aloud. He still didn't know what to say for sure, but he had an idea. He could remind himself, tell himself aloud what he believed, and quite certainly that would be enough. After all, he was Aaron, and he still didn't think anyone expected him to be up and paying his own respects. And so he went on, "reminding" himself of what he believed. "Being a human being is what should grab him respect. We can live without him, after all; certainly he's done a great service for Hogwarts, but he didn't do it alone, which is why it won't be difficult to get through this... I may hate a majority of the people I know" - his voice got very quiet as he said this line, perhaps only he could hear it - "but that doesn't mean I don't have respect." He opened his eyes, slid out his wand, and gave it a lazy flick. Two roses appeared alongside the other flowers that people had already placed. At that, Aaron moved back to his seat, looking around the trees and such again before closing his eyes and bowing his head, putting his hands into a fist and resting them beneath his chin. (Meh, I'm bad at Aaron-speeches; he's not the speech type, unfortunately. >_<)
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Post by ABBA on Aug 3, 2008 14:33:28 GMT -5
During this time Abba remained quiet and motionless from his spot against the tree. His eyes even though hidden were completely focused, focused on the surroundings, the people in attendance showing a particular interest in Carma.
When he felt the time was right he slowly made his way up to the front feeling everyones eyes following him as he did so. Now facing everyone in attendance standing beside Carma and the tombstone, removing his sun glasses and tossing them to her.
"The Headmaster was great man...period! No if ands or buts and whether you realize it or not, he touched each and everyone of your lives more times than you can count. He was stern and strict while also remaining compassionate, honest and fair. Who else but the Headmaster would convince me to hire a 7 Term flunky of a student and put them in an Administrative position? Like Carma had done to him during several instances, his eyes glanced over toward her briefly while speaking.
The Headmasters philosophy was to give everyone a chance regardless of your past. And judging by some of the Staff and students we have here, that speaks for itself. His goal for everyone here no matter your age or position was to get us to realize our full potential and to strive for nothing less than the best. I could go on for hours, days or even months praising the goodness of the Headmaster and that would only be the tip of the iceberg. But this day isn't just about me, it is about all of us and the Headmaster and how he affected our lives on a daily basis.
And as many of you have noticed, the new Term has started and certain positions have not been announced or filled. Due to the importance of these positions, and by a few other unfortunate circumstances as of late along with the Headmaster, they were delayed on purpose to give me time to fill them with the most qualified candidates. he was mainly referring to Arri being out of commission due to her attack, Luke being away and also from Carma not being able to keep her legs closed and getting herself knocked up. Not like she ever did any work when she wasn't pregnant.
As for those positions, HOH's, Prefects and a few other job vacancies, I will be announcing them soon and I appreciate your patience. As for the stories and rumors floating around, mainly concerning myself, I don't feel like now is the time or place to discuss those matters......
Unless things change or new evidence is uncovered, I will most likely be resuming the open vacancy of Headmaster. And due to the current shakeup in our Administrative Staff, I may be approaching a few people's assistance to help out. So in closing, I will simply end this with the same words spoken to me when I was first hired As Director Of Activities and now as the new Headmaster......
"You are either with me, or against me"
With that he took his sunglasses from Carma, put them back over his eyes and resumed his previous spot in the back beside the tree.
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Jared Stone
Slytherin
Fourth Year
Luke Taylor Stalker, Thats me.
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Post by Jared Stone on Aug 3, 2008 14:49:39 GMT -5
Jared bowed his head when he watched Carma step up and do a very nice speech, he was also very happy to see more and more people were turning up to the funeral. Jared had thankfully not cried yet, he could feel all of the emotions from every one on high emotion alert, and Jared with his empathy was holding up well and was surprised for himself.
He then watched as a guy walked up to the grave, he hadn’t seen him at the funeral, he looked like they guy people call ABBA, and it looked like he wasn’t even sitting with the students. Jared followed ABBA with his eyes; the only thing that he found weird was the emotions that ABBA was projecting. There were remnants of sadness but most of it was calmness, if you could call that an emotion, but there was nothing coming off this man, Jared tried to concentrate in this man more, but nothing. He watched this man walk back to the tree he had come from, with or against. Jared didn’t know, he was scared to go with him, but would it be worse if he went against him.
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Vlad Keegan
Hufflepuff
Second Year
long before you leave don't forget a kiss, a hug, a tender and sweet goodbye - Thanks Kath for Sig
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Post by Vlad Keegan on Aug 3, 2008 14:54:40 GMT -5
Vlad heard the nice words from everyone who had come up. He didn't see a first year come up and speak so he decided to do so. He walked up to the platform and spoke. Hopefully it was the same way all the other first years felt. He had no paper and he didn't rehearse he said this from his head and heart.
"I hope I can speak on behalf of all the first years at the school saying thank you for what you did before we came. We look at this school and we see different views of it. Some of us see it as we did when we thought of it in our minds before coming and stories sent by our siblings. Others like me have not pictured it and have tried but never thought it would be like this. Most people don't get the freedom that this place has to offer." he said out loud and then looked around at all the older students.
"All of the older students probably remember their first time like me. I walked into the great hall and entrance hall the first time and thought it was a dream. Everything had this medieval aroma. Both dark and haunting and cozy and welcoming. Now that this man who lies here before, is dead. I look up at the castle towering above those tree's over there saying that every step we take is a complement and a thank you to the man who built this school so all of us can have a great magical education. On behalf of me and hopefully the other first years. Thank You." Said Vlad and then bowed his head giving one last inaudible thank you at the gravestone of the once headmaster of Our Hogwarts. After this he sat down and was silent.
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