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Post by Christopher Johnson on Dec 17, 2018 13:00:34 GMT -8
Chris finished up with this bath and looked around making sure that it was actually completely empty. He then smiled to himself knowing that the others hate yet to find out the truth about who he really was. They assumed he was just like the rest even though his grade were barely passing. The boy ran his finger through hair before moving to work on tieing some bells to the door. He would know if anyone tried to come in and make sure that nothing happens.
He turned moving to each of the different tubs and showers working on taking all of the soaps there were in there. The wizard made sure though that it was only the open ones because they would not be noticed it missing. Each one made it into his clothes bag that held the dirty ones he took back to his room. Plus the house elf or those Pukwudgie things replaced them anyways. There was not going to be anyone that really missed them right. His family could use it better and just made notes saying they were given to him as gifts. He also made sure that this parent thought he was making friends by telling him of different things did even though none of it was real. The only part that was is him sitting outside the choir hall listening to people practice their music.
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Post by Dean Seagram on Dec 31, 2018 18:49:54 GMT -8
Dean entered the bathroom whistling, thus missed the sound of bells on the door, and saw his housemate mid-reach for soap. He wondered if he was getting ready to take a shower and needed a new one. He didn't think much of it until he went into one of the stalls and noticed that the soap was absent. He walked to the next stall and the same thing, the soap was missing.
Not one to mince words, Dean stepped out of the stall and stood in front of Christopher, "Are you takin' all the soaps?" he asked bluntly.
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Post by Christopher Johnson on Dec 31, 2018 19:16:09 GMT -8
Chris sighed inwardly when heard the sound of the bells. He did not want to let his secret out just yet. The first year had been on the street long enough, he knew they would always judge him. This was going to be interesting if the truth was found out. Chris really was worried that it was caught they would kick him out.
“No, I am not working on taking all the soups. I was coming into this one to take a shower. That was the stall went into first and seen it was empty.” He worked on handing the soap over to him. “If you want to use it first then I can come back later.” He worked on pulling a towel and some undergarments.
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Post by Dean Seagram on Dec 31, 2018 19:29:18 GMT -8
Dean was suspicious of his housemate, having never known the stalls to be out of soaps before. He had a feeling that he and Christopher, he thought that was his name, would not be friends. Though he wondered what someone would do with a ton of soaps. His dad had taught him how to whittle wood by first making him cut into soap, so maybe that was it. He wasn't sure. He took the offered soap and put it back in the shower.
He started to get undressed, pulling the screen closed so the other kid wasn't gawking at him, and carefully hung his clothes on the hook outside the stall, with his towel over it. Dean wasn't one to waste time, so the shower was quick, ten minutes maybe to get the shampoo out of his eyes. Normally he was out in about seven. He reached blindly for this towel, pulling it in and wrapping it around his lower half after towel drying his blonde hair.
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Post by Christopher Johnson on Dec 31, 2018 19:51:22 GMT -8
Chris waited for Dean to finished with his shower knowing that it would be his turn soon. He would make sure to leave the one soap there so that no one else would start to wonder when coming in the room after they had both left. Christopher really had not felt that would make any friends. Would any of them want to be friends with him if knew what going on? “I think that it is my turn now to shower.”
Chris set his towel at the edge before shutting the privacy screen. He would not have wanted any of them to see how this actually was. He felt strange, not sure if should talk while showering also. He was little worried since knew his grade was already faltering.
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Post by Dean Seagram on Dec 31, 2018 20:05:26 GMT -8
Dean stepped out and grabbed his stuff. He neatly folded his clothes before slipping on a fresh pair of boxer briefs beneath his towel. He then slipped into a pair of blue checkered lounge pants and a white t-shirt. Since it was so cold through the castle, the put on his Wampus hoodie, which his dad had ordered special for him once he got sorted. He grabbed a comb out of his toiletry bag they had to have and combed his hair in the mirror, even though it still looked like a ruffled mess.
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Post by Lucco Graves on Dec 31, 2018 20:09:38 GMT -8
Lucco walked into the bathroom, towel and stuff stored in the bag he always carried with him there - just in case. When he walked in, he found a few of the younger boys already in-camp. "Hey Dean-O, leave me any hot water?" He asked jovially, heading over to one of the benches to drop his stuff off. He kicked off his flip-flops, shed his clothes quickly and headed for the nearest empty stall...to find it empty.
He sighed, moving to the next...and then the next. Well, at least he had come prepared for this. It was one of the first life lessons he had learned when he had come to Ilvermorny. Uncaring about nudity, Lucco headed back for his bag where he kept extra everything - just in case. "Ah, it's not Halloween without a few little kids to come steal all the soap, I suppose. Was there any here for you?" He asked the boy, digging out his personal stash of shampoo and soap.
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Post by Dean Seagram on Dec 31, 2018 20:22:30 GMT -8
Dean grinned and nodded to Lucco, taking his towel and wrapping it around his neck. He walked over to where Lucco had put his stuff and he narrowed his eyes a bit.
"Christopher had a bar of soap in his hand but he let me shower with it first," he said. He leaned in closer to Lucco, looking back over at the first stall. "I don't trust him," he whispered to the older Wampus. "I think he took the soaps, but I dunno why he'd do that. It's just soap." He crossed his arms over his chest, clearly puzzled.
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Post by Christopher Johnson on Dec 31, 2018 20:42:20 GMT -8
Christopher stood in his shower letting the water running over his shoulders. He knew that at the school no one would care how long he actually stayed. This was allowing him to work on listening to everything they were saying about pranks and Halloween. Christopher was really hoping that they would not think that he took it. He was hoping that this was one of those schools that you could not go looking through your bags for no reason. There must be someone in the school that could be trusted.
He worked on moving to push his head out of the door. “I am finished with the bar of soap if you needed to use this.” He kept most his body behind the curtain as held out the used soap. He worked on putting the soap down before moving back to the stall. They were really close to each other whispering so rather go back to hiding where they did not see him wearing anything. “I left it there for you. If you don’t need it we can put it in one of the other stalls.”
Christopher knew that needed to work on sending them to his family secretly so they are happy. They would at least get some clean clothes and skin.
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Post by Lucco Graves on Dec 31, 2018 21:10:29 GMT -8
Lucco listened to the boy's claim, nodding slowly. "Sometimes young people do strange things for reasons we don't understand. Maybe he likes washing his hands obsessively but doesn't want anyone to know," he replied. "I'll talk to him about it if I can. For the future, have your dad send you a supply of stuff you actually like. This kinda stuff happens from time to time so it's just best to be prepared. Otherwise, I can get you some on my next Whimsic Alley trip.
"Don't want that pretty redhead wrinkling her nose at you every time you walk by," Lucco teased him as the other boy emerged from the showers.
"Leave it there. Can't really split it up amongst all the stalls. People will just have to use that one or hold off until the house elfs resupply sometime before morning," he told the first year, trying to remember if he knew the boy's name. Nothing was standing out but then, he was pretty young. The only reason he had known Dean was because the kid had sat with him at the Welcoming Feast. Scrawny kid, to be sure. Even for a 6th grader, he looked awfully small. "Was there enough for the two of you to use? If not, I can run down to tell one of the house elfs. They are the ones that wash our clothes, make our food, clean our rooms. For most of them, working to take care of us is their sole reason for living. Makes them feel absolutely horrible, sometimes depressed, if things aren't stocked up well enough for us to use."
It was a bluff but the little kid's reaction might prove or disprove Dean's accusation.
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Post by Dean Seagram on Dec 31, 2018 21:20:00 GMT -8
Dean nodded at Lucco's suggestion to have his dad send him some stuff from home. He had plenty of room in his toiletry bag for his body wash and shampoo. And it smelled way better than the school's soaps. He flushed a bit at the redhead comment, knowing Lucco was referring to Darcy.
He stood up from where he was sitting on the bench and looked over at Christopher. There was just something about the kid, an aura maybe, that made Dean not want to trust him. He'd be sure to keep his special things from home hidden in his trunk. He'd have to ask Lucco about bobby trapping his trunk just in case.
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Post by Christopher Johnson on Jan 1, 2019 11:32:56 GMT -8
Christopher worked on trying to make sure that the towel was wrapped around him tight. He really did not like when others looked at how small he was. “Oh no, I was finished with it really. I wanted to make sure that everyone else was having their fair share.” His mind was starting to work on the full drive since knew that the house elves might get upset with him for what he was doing. If they were washing our clothes or making food they would find out. He knew they must know about everything he was doing. The elf would know he was hiding food in his trunk and things. “I do not want to upset them since they do so much for all of us.”
He walked over to his bag grabbing the rest of his clothes. He was making sure that all of the other soaps stayed in the bag. The others would only try and fight him if they knew what was going on. Christopher wanted to make friends but no one would understand him. They would all work on judging him by what he does not have.
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Post by Lucco Graves on Jan 1, 2019 17:49:38 GMT -8
The kid gave away nothing, or maybe it was just the fact that Lucco didn't know him well enough to notice any tells. Well, if the kid really needed it, then he might as well have it. Plenty more soap where the others had come from.
Lucco began pulling his clothing back on with a sigh. "Best that I go down and tell the elfs now. Hate for them to find out on their own and be so upset that they burn our breakfast," he remarked, keeping an eye on the boy out of the corner of his eye, trying not to be creepy but still suspecting that Dean might have a point. He was awfully protective of a bag that should only have dirty clothes inside.
"If I hurry, I should have enough time to shower," he said pointedly, though sounding a bit put out. "Dean, can you take my bag back to the house? I'll grab it on my way back." If someone was going through a filching stage, Lucco had no intentions of casually abandoning his stuff somewhere that even the simplest thief would have little trouble taking off with it.
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Post by Dean Seagram on Jan 1, 2019 18:09:11 GMT -8
"Sure thing Lucco," Dean said as he grabbed up Lucco's bag and began to walk toward the exit. He side eyed the other first year but said nothing to him as he moved past him and out the door, not far behind Lucco. He walked straight to the Wampus rooms with Lucco's stuff, plopping down into one of the large, squishy chairs and the bag beside him.
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Post by Christopher Johnson on Jan 2, 2019 16:23:19 GMT -8
Christopher watched the rest of the exit the room thinking about everything that they had said. He worked on holding his bag wondering if what Lucco had said was true. If he had gone to the house elf and explained his situation would they help? He wanted to have someone out there that he could trust with everything. Chris could tell that none of them really liked him. He was not going to get any friends at this rate.
He decided to take his bag and worked on heading back to his room to work on trying to get some studying done. Plus he would work on going through one of the bags to work on getting some of the food from his meals he been hiding.
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