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Post by Professor Matthew Potter on Feb 3, 2009 22:06:50 GMT -5
It had been fifteen years since Matthew Potter first applied for a position at Hogwarts, and now after all of this time; through all of the memories, the pain, the laughs, he was in charge. The man had watched students come and go from the school: good friends, enemies, and even lovers. It was just so strange to be able to look at the world from a different perspective, to know that in an instant everything could fade to black for the last time.
The Headmaster walked alone down the avenue which lead to the streets of Hogsmeade. Perhaps a drink or two would deprive him of the boredom, the sense of being alone for the past five years.
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Post by Jason Martin on Feb 3, 2009 22:16:40 GMT -5
Walking the streets of Hogsmeade alone, Jason let out a sigh as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans. It felt odd, even though he was an adult and worked at Hogwarts, from time to time he felt like a kid again.
Running a hand through his hair, he paused to look around. Nothing had changed, but it felt like everything seemed a bit off. Either he had fallen down the rabbit hole or maybe he just wasn't feeling quite right. After taking another look around, a tiny smile spread across his lips and he made his over to a very old friend of his.
"Hey you." he said with a grin as he walked up to the man he practically considered as his father.
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Post by Professor Matthew Potter on Feb 4, 2009 15:23:28 GMT -5
The wind began to pick up around him, and his wild mane began to sway to the soft whispers of the leaves around him. Just a mile up the road, he could catch the large golden gates which guarded the entrance to the school. Another half mile, and the streets of Hogsmeade would be standing right around you.
A familiar voice behind him caused that gentle smile to grace his lips, for when he turned around he saw the boy he had known for the longest time, the man he practically considered his own son. He could remember all of the times that he had mended the Martin boy's injuries from the Whomping Willow, but those days were so long ago. "I was wondering when I would run into you." he replied with his serene voice. "How is the life of a professor and head of house treating you?"
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Post by Jason Martin on Feb 4, 2009 17:00:15 GMT -5
Brushing some ebony hair out of his eyes, Jason gave a shrug to Matthew's question. "Well it is much more demanding actually. I am use to sleeping in and going to bed real late. But then again right before I came here, I was considered an artist. And that life was just a huge party." he said with a smile.
Giving him a smile, he looked over at Matthew. "And how is the life of Headmaster? Must be filled with luxury and parties and women." he said with a laugh.
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Post by Professor Matthew Potter on Mar 13, 2009 16:05:31 GMT -5
"Actually, I'm still single. It's been rather quiet these past few years." Matt sighed, continuing on the path which led to Hogsmeade. "Things certainly aren't the same as they used to be."
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Post by Jason Martin on Mar 14, 2009 15:42:24 GMT -5
Jason rolled his eyes abit, jokingly at him. "Oh like that is the truth." he said with a small chuckle. "I mean you must have women begging to be with you all night and day." he smirked.
Following Matthew, he raised an eyebrow at his statement. "What do you mean by things aren't the same? I mean I know time changes things, but to me everything still kind of seems the same."
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Post by Professor Matthew Potter on Mar 15, 2009 14:38:34 GMT -5
"Nope, it's actually quite the opposite." he replied, returning half a smile. Ever since Violet had left those few years ago, he had been quite alone. It was rather sad, but in all honesty he wasn't even looking.
"Hogwarts used to be more liveley, with all of those Slytherin students causing trouble way back in the day. Now that a majority of them are gone, it just seems like there is a big gape that can't be filled." Matt felt rather odd saying it, but he actually missed them. He'd do anything to go back to the old days.
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