A sudden influx of posters advertising a muggle film club had found themselves covering the corridor Walls. Between the gaps of portraits and on classroom doors the posters were there. Jackson had even come across a couple on the back of toilet doors, a rather clever idea seeing as anyone using the toilet would be objected to seeing it. Not that it was taken warmly. When Jackson had gone for a shower one evening he'd come across a graffitied poster scrunched up in the dustbin by the door. There was always going to be people who objected.
In spite of that Jackson had taken towards the idea. A Hufflepuff in the year above was apparently setting it up and living with his muggles cousins at home meant Jackson was already accustom to muggle moves. Of course all the ones he'd seen had been recent, modern ones about space ships and the occasional 'fantasy'. Little did the muggles known that their version of vampires weren't all that far from reality.
At quarter past seven Jackson dotted his final 'i' and crossed his final 't' on his herbology essay on the properties of the snargaluff plant. The Hufflepuff loved herbology, along with potions. It was always wonderful to lean about the natural world - especially how all these wonderful plants could be used in potions that could save lives. Literally save lives. The past few weeks, what with studying healing charms, Jackson had fallen for the idea of being a potioneer at St Mungo's if the teaching career failed.
Packing away his belongings he bid farewell to one of his friends and got up from the wooden table not too far from the fireplace - a small circular window high at the top of the wall. Jackson loved the common room. It was such a warm, homely place with the burnt bronze fireplace and the shelves that curled around the Walls where the most magical of plants rested in big orange plant pots.
After putting his homework on the bedside table in his dormitory he made his way across the common room, ducking under a sheet of ivy and out through the barrel door. Originally Jackson had planned to spend the evening curled up with Grace, Charlotte and Nathan on the sofa by the fireplace - their spot - but coming to the conclusion he could do that every other evening he'd decided to investigate the film club. See what it was all about.
Ten minutes later Jackson found the room. It was rather dull. Two people stood before him: Padril, who he had spoken to occasionally at the Hufflepuff table and in the common room and Trisha Bates. Tris' was part of the ever-growing group of friends, granted she was new to the group but just as welcome and just as wanted - even if she was left on the edge a little.
'Hello Tris, Padril.' Jackson greeted them as he walked to stand besides his Ravenclaw friend. 'So, what's the club all about?' He asked looking at the protector and then to the White sheet. Hopefully it would be fun, if not... Well he just wouldn't come again.
(OOC: I just thought it would be easier if Jackson and Padril were like acquaintances considering their age and house. After all Hufflepuff house is like a family
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