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lia-villace:

Lia made a face at that. If that was the system they had at Hogwarts, she’d be well fucked. “You know, that must be kinda shitty for them, right? Imagine stressing and taking all those important exams last year, then transferring and having to take these important exams this year.” Lia snorted. “No wonder they hate it here.” 

At Cohen’s follow-up question, Lia leaned in, just slightly. “Hm? Oh, well, they’re alright, I don’t care much. A lot of opportunity for more friends and more midnight rendezvous’ if you know what I mean.” Despite the sleazy joke, Lia had far less time and far less will to any of those things. “There was a Gollum boy from Ilvermorny, an absolute fine specimen. What about you? Any friends or potential love interests? And!” Lia leaned in, much closer than before as the topic had taken a turn for the interesting. “A bunch of your childhood friends are here now, aren’t they? Rowan told me! How is that?”

“a few.” he answered, refusing any hints. more friends than love interests. though some had caught his eye. it seemed he had attracted his fair share, too. as for old acquaintances; that was another matter. “thanks, rowan,” cohen guffed. “it’s not great. they knew me... before. do you remember first year cohen? he was a little shit. and trust me, i was even worse before school. so no, not great. not great at all.”

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grace--raleigh:

“No arson in the classroom,” slipped out immediately, before she was distracted and horrified watching him reorganize—if it could be called that—the contents of his bag. How on earth did he even find his homework? She was pretty sure in the pile she hadn’t seen anything she shouldn’t, but still averted her eyes from the carnage, putting aside for the moment that particular problem. Cohen’s methods of organization might leave something to be desired, but his enthusiasm didn’t, and she’d seen he was best when his mind engaged in active practices, just like hers. So she nodded, and led them through the halls towards where the Room usually appeared for her. “Did you have a good summer? I forgot to ask how you’re actually doing, I’m sorry,” she said, realizing as she’d said it that virtually all she’d talked to him about was his course work.

as they wandered, cohen took in all the paintings they passed, forwarding a salute to one sir john pascoe; a former slytherin whose family lineage tied in with the goddards. his grandfather had told him to find the portrait after he questioned why a snake had come from such a long procession of hufflepuffs and the pair had become fast friends. well, as much as a teenage boy could be friends with a painted 19th century knight of the realm. he was distracted, only half hearing grace before his brain put together her question. “huh? oh, summer. yeah. it was good. we went to the states for a few weeks before the exam results were owled out. a quidditch coach over there wanted to see me in action, and gran’s best friend lives there. so yeah, lots of old ladies telling me how grown i was. i was glad to be back in the london rain after that. mum never showed.” that was no surprise to him. “how was your break?”

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ruthconnolly:

Ruth noticed that the older slytherin seemed a bit annoyed and her face reddened slightly as she vaguely remembered that he had told her to stay put. But what had he expected her to do? It was creepy down in the dungeons and even though the pranks had leveled off somewhat, Ruth was still on edge. She stared at the boys intently. “Yes…. I think so. I don’t know where the girl went. She had brown hair.”

cohen nodded. “hey, tweedle dee and tweedle dumb, over here, now!” he called out to the boys. the two blonde figures approached them like something from a horror movie and cohen felt a shiver down his spine. were they twins? freaky. “you can get away with a lot at hogwarts... but not stealing wands, that’s not on. hand it over.”

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lia-villace:

Lia rolled her eyes and lounged back. “I guess. It’s far more boring than I’d like to believe, but fine.” She, herself, had been studying more than she had in previous years, so she was looking for something more interesting. Ideally, she would have liked to live vicariously through Cohen. “Nope, no coping strategies,” Lia answered him. “Just know that seventh year is better. Certainly, we have a lot of work, but we’ve got seniority and that feels pretty damn good.”

“it better be. otherwise what's the point of going through this fresh hell?” he questioned rhetorically. “one of the new students that came to slytherin told me at beauxbatons the exam years are different. she said they sit them in sixth, instead of seventh, so you have that year to do whatever you like. mental.” cohen shook his head, knowing that if his final exams were this year, he would probably only pass defence. and ghoul studies, more so because it was a piss-take class and an easy exceeds expectations. “how are you finding the new arrivals, by the way? i forgot to ask.”

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logan-davenport:

“Ah, thanks.” Logan’s brows raised at the sudden fit of laughter, his expression still amused– but not nearly on the same level. But he figured he could give this guy the benefit of the doubt. People that found him funny were people he did tend to enjoy being around.  “Logan Davenport, Hufflepuff. Reformed Wampus. Are you a native?” he responded, giving Cohen’s hand a quick shake before slipping his hands into his back pockets. He hadn’t seen anyone really wandering around on their own, yet, and figured that most people tended to group together in the face of the unfamiliar.

what the hell was a wampus? cohen didn't ask, half not to look ignorant and half because he wasn't sure he wanted to know. “yeah. london born, hogwarts raised. slytherin down to my shoe laces. mum was a hufflepuff, though.” he added. the red head brushed a hand through his hair before crossing his arms to shield from the cold once more. “wanna get a drink?” he tipped his head towards the path that led back down to the three broomsticks. “you can tell me how you're finding the place.”

yikes! - cohen & logan

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al-newton:

Al had to agree that going over the material repeatedly had clearly not been worth it. He laughed and brought his hands to his face. “Aw, man me too. We’ve been going at this for hours. Food definitely is a better option. C’mon, I know a great spot we can go.” He began packing up his books and parchment and swung his legs over the bench. 

far too lazy to bother placing his stuff into his riot of a bag by hand, cohen waved his wand around a few times to get the books and notes inside. “so where’s this great spot?” he asked, siding up to his fellow quidditch captain all bleary eyed. “i swear if it’s just the great hall i’ll hex you all the way to hong kong and back.”

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grace--raleigh:

It surprised her, but not so very much, to hear that Cohen had trouble finding the Room. For Grace, there’d always been something of a natural affinity with the school—from the very earliest when she’d tried to find places to hide away from her fellow classmates, it had always had a way of accommodating her—sheltering her, even. The Room seemed like a natural extension of that relationship. Hogwarts was her home. “Shall we go find it, rather than putting this room at risk, then?” she suggested. Maybe repetition would help him—though she made a mental note to show Sophie where it was, as well as the room she specifically used. One like it would suffice, she supposed, but would probably be sub-par. It was the simple truth—she’d been very thorough when she first summoned her practice room, and she’d yet to see it surpassed.

"if you like," he shrugged. "between us— i think it could do with some redecorating." cohen slipped his messenger bag off the chair and over his shoulder, then put his wand inside a zipped pocket on the front. being as tired as he was, he entirely forgot about his books and parchment. realising the mistake after a moment; he tipped the entire contents of the bag onto the desk to the left. chewing gum, quills, a small vial of potion, some ink splattered parchment and a handful of galleon coins that didn't look quite right poured out. he set about placing the books and clean parchment in first, then chucked the rest on top haphazardly. "good to go. lead the way, raleigh."

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ruthconnolly:

“Oh! thank you so much!” If Ruth had been one for body language, she could have hugged him. Not knowing what else to do, she followed him into the common room, figuring the least she could was point him in the right direction. Besides, she’d never really seen the slytherin common room, and maybe she’d find Winnie there. “They were small. two boys and a girl.”

realising he hadn’t been listened to as she followed, cohen cursed himself for bringing a hufflepuff into the snake pit. taking a glance around he pointed out two small blonde boys playing cards on the chaise-longue. “is that them?”

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grace--raleigh:

She decided to give the lecturing a rest— as he was clearly tired. Though it did make her frown to hear that Moreno might be doing more than was strictly beneficial for him, with his homework. “You’re not to abuse her efforts, Sophie has her own work to do,” she warned gently. “But I understand. Quidditch is important, but you won’t be helping yourself in either your studies or on the field unless you find some balance between the two. Congratulations on making Captain, by the way. You’re definitely a good pick for Slytherin, I look forward to the matches,” she offered, more friendly in tone. 

When he dove back to the lesson she smiled slightly. It was good that even tired he was still trying. “That’s right. Often it’ll help to say the incantation in your head, but the more you practice hands-on, the easier it’ll be to simply summon it with the thought, or the feeling of the spell. The Room of Requirement is ideal for practicing those,” she added. “If you remember the room I summoned last year where we ironed out the Disarming spell? If you ask it for the same room, all the basic spellbooks are on the wall, I recommend you show Sophie when she’s feeling better.”

“thanks.” cohen replied. he had worked for years for the position and, having been vice captain last year, he was a shoe-in. nevertheless it still felt great. “you know, i’ve never been able to find that place since. guess i don’t have the knack— unlike some.” he dusted his robes off, more out of habit than anything else, and stood up. “mind if we practice? i’d rather try with you here.” 

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logan-davenport:

Logan had never seen a magical town before. Hogsmeade was a fascinating outing, just because he felt the overwhelming desire to see everything at once. Realistically, the newly-minted Hufflepuff was aware that he’d seen a robe shop, and an owl post office, and a pub before. But since he wasn’t in London, there was distance between every building which left him with a sense of open space that Logan wasn’t all that familiar with. Because he didn’t actually make plans with anyone, Logan found himself wandering Hogsmeade aimlessly, mapping out the hamlet in his head. He stopped outside the most interesting shop thus far, wondering how much a quality Sneakoscope would run him. Logan was currently in the red– he owed Patrick four galleons out of the original thirty, but a quick letter home could remedy that. His parents always seemed perfectly willing to throw money at him if it meant he seemed to do well and didn’t embarrass them on holidays. “Ah,” Logan began, turning at the invitation for human interaction. The newcomer was strong-jawed and remarkably good-looking. Logan knew the face, but not a name. A lazy grin spread over his face. “Sure is,” he answered. “I love a building with a solid foundation.”

cohen looked at him, looked away, looked at him again and then doubled over with a burst of laughter. so much so he had tears streaming. "that's— that's not what i meant!" he wiped his face with a last chuckle. "it's a nice building though i've gotta say. merlin. you're a funny guy. i'm cohen goddard, slytherin," the young wizard offered out his hand informally. funny and handsome? of course he was going to introduce himself."why haven't we met?"

yikes! - cohen & logan

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lia-villace:

Lia opened her mouth to ask him what method of torture he would like best before closing it at his quick afterthought. She was put out at being read so easily. “Alright, whatever, Goddard.” Lia turned her nose, miffed, before narrowing her eyes at the answer he’d provided to her question. “That’s super vague. So either you were doing something against the rules or sexual. And I think the latter counts as the former as well.”

“would you believe it if i said i was studying potions?” cohen would love to say he had been sneaking around with the riot club committing mischief or that he’d been cuddling up with someone special. truth was, his last prank was in the first week back and he was still, frustratingly, virginal. living in the closet didn’t help on that front. “NEWTs are killing me already. any coping strategies to pass on?”

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al-newton:

Al sighed and pointed at the parchment on the table. “We’ve gone over this assignment four times now…are you okay?” The library was full of students trying to complete their first week assignments.

“na, man. i’m burnt.” he stretched his arms up high. “wanna bail? we’re getting nowhere and i’m hungry. should be about lunch,” cohen looked to his watch. his non existent watch— he’d forgotten to put it on this morning. “it’s quarter past a freckle.”

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ruthconnolly:

She shook her head. “No please… I don’t like violence. If you take it from them and you willingly give it to me I think it’ll work the same.”

“ugh,” he sighed, brushing his hair back. “fine. give me a minute. just wait here.” cohen turned back and headed into the slytherin common room looking for the gang in question.

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