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[b][color=6699FF]Location:[/color][/b] Carriage Two > Dumbledoors office
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Apollo was relatively quiet for most of the ride towards Hogwarts. His attention perking up slightly at the mention of beasts pulling the carriage. As far as Apollo was concerned the carriages were always pulled by magical means, no beasts were actually used. Mary however seemed to have a different idea, stating that it was some magical creature called Thestrals and that only those who had viewed death were capable of seeing them. He didn’t speak up against her comments, but that was definitely a subject in which he would like to look into. He had his ideas on Curse-Breakers and how they should function as well as how he viewed himself in the future; and thestrals could be a secret key towards that destiny. Suppose it was time to dive back into [i]Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them[/i] for the 13th time and read up on creatures his mind had forgotten over time. The ride there was tense, Apollo knowing Hogwarts was safe yet still expecting to be struck down at any moment. His arm still around his brother in the even they were shot out of the carriage they could hold onto each other and he could hopefully cast fast enough to erect a protective barrier.

Once they had finally reached their destination, they began the climb up the long spiral staircases. The portraits showing how quickly word had spread of the attack on Hogwarts Express, and perhaps even the deaths that followed. There was a tightness in his chest as they ascended. A nagging in the back of his mind telling him that he had something for Dumbledoor to see or know but he couldn’t quite wrap his head about it. A brief flash blinded his mind as it tried to recall facts and all he knew was that Artemis had a memory of his, and it was important enough to save. His eyes were downcast as he felt the staircases nearing to an end, the group slowly approaching punishment for their actions on the train no doubt. His arrogance and overconfidence having taken over and being stupid enough to try and break into a Death Eaters mind. Apollo clenched his fist, hardly paying attention until he heard Paige speak the password, his attention snapping back in time to watch himself bump into Fae. [color=6699FF]”Sorry, got my mind on a lot...”[/color]

Apollo quietly made his way into the room, taking in the magnificence that was Dumbledoors office, and getting to see the rare sight of a Pheonix. He took a seat as instructed, waiting for Arty to grab his pieces of Licorice before swiping the bowl and taking a piece as well, offering them up to any who asked. As he lifted the licorice to his lips, it bit back and cut a small sliver of red on his lips before it was thoroughly consumed. His eyes lit up at the mention of the Scamander Society. Secrecy, Death Eater fighting, more classes, [i]and[/i] it was named after one of his favorite wizards? What more could he ask for? Ofcourse Arty tried to weasel his way out of classes, Apollo wasn’t going to stop it though there was a bit of embarrassment as he asked. He waited for the other questions to be answered first before speaking up, hand raised as if to be called on. [color=6699FF]”Pardon me Headmaster, but what exactly are the extraordinary talents we each possessed that you wish to fine tune? If you don’t mind my asking.”[/color]