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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Aug 6, 2007 20:24:25 GMT -5
OOC: Ace is a slowbutt. >
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Post by Deathchill on Aug 19, 2007 15:03:54 GMT -5
"Professor Snape!" I shouted as I ran down one of the halls towards his usual room filled with potions and such. "Adrian," he said a bit startled as I ran up to him. "Don't sneak up on my like that," he said resting his hand on my shoulder, "how's my prized student doing?" I layed a grand smirk across my face as I replied, "same as usual."
"I was curious to know if you could tell me more about the "event" this year." "I'm afraid I can't tell you anymore than you already know," he replied, but then a smile came along his face, "I, however, can prepare you." "Really?" I asked humorously, pretending to scratch a beard I didn't have. "Indeed I can," he said as his eyes shifted to someone walking towards us.
"You there!" Snape said walking up the first-year student. Snape pulled out a small, half filled, potion bottle from his pocket. "Y-yes Professor Snape?" The little kid looked like a statue, frozen in fear. He looked like he was going to wet his pants as he looked up at Snape's frightening visage.
"Can you tell me why this bottle is half empty?" Snape questioned waving the purple bottle in front of the kid. "Uhhh," the kid stuttered his clueless answer, "b-becuase you were thirsty?"
Snape paused, looking at the kid suspiciously, "That's detention, show up here after your classes are complete. Now leave." Snape turned and walked back to me, "annoying little Hufflepuffs."
I started laughing a bit as the kid ran off like a frieghtened cat. "What's so funny?" Snape questioned with a bit of agitation. "Nothing," I chuckled, "just thinking back to when I was that young and I was afraid of you like everyone else."
"Well, you still would be if you weren't so tall," he replied with a bit of a laugh. "Look at yourself," he added, "it looks like you've already got another inch under your belt over the Summer.
"Well, I can't help it. I'm already taller than the dead guy." Snape obviously knew I was referring to my father. "And yet, everyone who knew him thinks of him as the ten feet tall giant who overcame every obstacle."
"Well," Snape replied, "you know how legends are. The more people talk about them, the taller they get. No worries," he said with a smile, "when I'm old and grey, I'll talk about you being twenty feet tall." I let out a laugh at that one, "that would be fun to listen to but I'm afraid there's not much left to accomplish that my father hasn't."
"That may be a tough challenge indeed, but from what I've seen, you'll overcome it without a problem. You just have an undying spirit that pushes you past any obstacle."
Snape ushered me inside of his room as a couple of third-year students walked around the corner. They were Griffyndors, chatting away with each other.
Snape closed the door behind me as we stepped inside. "Your father was a magnificant duelist." I shrugged, "I don't care." Snape hushed me, "I know you don't want to hear about your father's legacy but just listen to me. Him being such a duelist has already reflected in your skills and through your teachings you have already become greater than he was at your age."
"Yeah but he derived fame from all sorts of things," I replied, "he had all his countless novels, any one of them being worthy of the greatest libraries. Then he has all of the work he did at the Ministry."
Snape hushed me once again, "nevermind that stuff. He never won a Tri-wizard cup, nor a Hogwart's cup," he said with a bit of a smirk. I rolled my eyes, "maybe becuase this is the first Hogwarts cup."
"Not to mention he put away almost as many people as Mad-Eye Moody." Snape shook his head, "that all doesn't matter, your father did none of that stuff when he was your age. This means that you already have a higher potential than him. Besides, you should stop worrying about the future so much; try to keep your mind on the present."
"Yeah yeah," I said walking towards the door, "classes should be starting up any minute now." Snape looked at me as if he was expecting something, "did you bring them." "Huh?" I looked curiously at him, "oh!" I reached into my bag and grabbed out three books. "You bum," I said jokingly as I handed them to him."
I generally would be mad at anyone asking for one of these books, but Professor Snape had tought me so much that I owed him anything I could get my hands on.
Snape shuffled through the books, "where's The Water Wizard?" he asked looking back up at me.
"I'll give it to you tommorrow, when I'm done with it."
"The Fundementals of an Expert Duelist," he muttered to himself as he layed it on his desk. It was by far the biggest out of the three; since it was not a novel instead of a book that looked more like a giant dictionary. It was a book demanded by everyone and anyone who wished to be a famous duelist.
"The Man with the Wand," Snape noted to himself as he set it on his desk. This one was quite big, for a novel. It was my father's autobiography that he published when I was two. It shared all of his secrets from how he went to Hogwarts to how he defeated Chiido Falazar, the serial killer and rapist. I hated this book most of all, becuase throughout the entire book, he made no mention of my mother or me.
"The Shadows of the Abyss," Snape noted the last one. This was one of his famed fiction novels. This one was one of my favorites. The storyline of a protagonist fighting his fate of becoming a Death Eater like his father before him. No matter what torture they put him through he still prevailed at the end by vanquishing his own father. Snape turned, looking at me. "You should get going before you're late."
"Alright," I said, opening the door. "See you in class," he said as I walked out of the room.
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Aug 20, 2007 4:06:35 GMT -5
OOC: OMG, you posted. WOW. : P Who's turn is it?
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Post by Shmoie on Aug 20, 2007 11:44:26 GMT -5
OOC: Mine XD I'll try to post tonight when I get home... thanx, Ace! ^.^
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Post by Shmoie on Aug 23, 2007 20:09:28 GMT -5
Bailey's eyes were drawn to someone who was waving next to the entrance of the hall. Squinting a bit, she soon recognized her as the Ravenclaw girl from the train - the one with the cat. Smiling and returning the wave, Bailey stood and addressed her seated friends. "I'll be back in a jiffy, guys, I'm just going to go say hi to someone I met on the train last night." She started off towards the doors, weaving through the crowded tables with muttered, "Pardon me, sorry, please excuze me"s. When she finally reached Flicka, she dropped her arms with nervous smile. "Sorry," she breathed, "it can be a bit of a task getting from one end of the hall to the other; I'm sure you know." She paused a moment, then continued, "So, exciting news about the Cup, isn't it?"
OOC: It pales in comparison to the length of yours, Ace, but oh well. XD
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Post by Deathchill on Aug 23, 2007 22:09:48 GMT -5
ooc: no prob lol.. mine was kind of a crappy one anyways.. anyways.. let's keep on posting!! I actually feel like rping... if you don't keep posting I'll be tempted to budge in line!! lol
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Post by Bananachan on Aug 23, 2007 23:03:04 GMT -5
OOC: Can do. Also pathetically short. I haven't got much to do without a conversation.
Flicka laughed. "Oh, please, don't be so apologetic, it's silly." She smiled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear and accidentally flicking a drop of water onto Bailey. "Oh, sorry!" She exclaimed, and without waiting for a response continued talking. "Actually, yeah, I was going to talk to you about that. I think it's great. Are you going to enter? I certainly am. It's so interesting, and it would be a great challenge. Do you know any Hufflepuffs who want to enter it other than you? I only ask because I'm curious about what the competition will be to get one of the places, even out of my house." The words passed by her lips so fast they were almost indistinguishable, without a single pause so as to allow the girl to reply.
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Post by Shmoie on Aug 23, 2007 23:11:43 GMT -5
OOC: I think we should wait for Alita, 'cause I'm lazy and don't want to post again. ^.^ Then the three of them can talk. (Bailey'll just be standing there in mild shock for a minute... XD)
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Aug 24, 2007 2:58:38 GMT -5
"You really think you'll be chosen in our house to compete then, Winters?" Alita asked her escort as they approached the great hall.
"If not me, then who?" He asked, a hint of playful snobbiness in his voice.
"Oh, I don't know....-- oh, er, hello!" Alita's attention was drawn away from her playful banter as she noticed the two girls from the train standing in the entrance to the great hall, chatting. "Nice to see you two again."
"HEM." Michael cleared his throat loudly, clasping his hands behind his back. Alita rolled her eyes, saying, "Flicka, Bailey, this is Michael Winters. Winters, this is Flicka and Bailey. Oh... I'm sorry, I never actually caught your last names, did I?"
"Right." Michael peered over them into the great hall, distracted by something. "Uh, Connor is calling me over so I'm gonna go. See you later, Winters. Nice to meet you two." He grinned momentarily before removing himself from the group and entering the hall.
Alita sighed and shook her head. "Really, what can be done about boys? Idiots, the lot of them."
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Post by Shmoie on Aug 24, 2007 23:37:43 GMT -5
OOC: Ace, you can post with Adrian coming into the Great Hall if you wanna; otherwise I'll reply. Which would you prefer? ^.^
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Post by Deathchill on Aug 26, 2007 15:32:11 GMT -5
ooc: you can reply, it's not like I plan on barging in on some conversation lol.. afterall... Adrian's not the talking type...
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Post by Shmoie on Aug 29, 2007 3:54:51 GMT -5
Bailey's reply to Flicka's initial comment halted, her lips slightly parted in the middle of forming a word, as the girl continued without pause. At the end of her tirade, Bailey was left slightly bewildered; her mind attempted to sort through all that her new acquaintance had said, while she dumbly reached up a hand and wiped away the drop of water from Flicka's hair that had landed on her face. A moment of silence sat awkwardly between them, as Flicka blinked at her in anticipation of a response, and all Bailey could find the presence of mind to do was shut her gaping mouth.
"... I-I..." she finally stuttered, when suddenly Alita entered the conversation, bringing with her a boy who she soon introduced as Michael Winters. Bailey offered an uneasy smile in greeting as she desperately tried to grasp on anything relevant to say, but he left shortly after he'd come, leaving just the three of them. It occured to her that Alita had said she hadn't yet learned their last names, and - a little too quickly - she exlaimed, "It's Crickit! - uh," she laughed nervously, "my last name's Crickit. It's nice to see you again, too, of course." Turning her gaze to Flicka, she added, "I'm sorry, you'd asked me if I knew..." her nose wrinkled in thought, "oh - if I was planning on entering the Cup? Actually, well, I'm definitely thinking about it. That is, I think I'll at least submit my name, though it's hardly likely I'll be chosen to represent Hufflepuff." She gave another shy smile, clasping her hands in front of her.
OOC: Oh Bae. 9.9 It's okay... keep it together...
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Post by Deathchill on Sept 2, 2007 0:05:25 GMT -5
ooc: I think I forgot to mention that anyone who wants to reperesent their house has to enter their name in. The winner will be decided through test scores.. the highest score from each house will be the house's reperesentative. This, ofcourse.. hasn't been announced ic yet.. so no one actually knows that yet..
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Sept 8, 2007 2:18:33 GMT -5
OOC: Erm, is that so? : P when was this decided? It's fine, it just would have been nice if you would have helped when I was coming up with the whole dang thing
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Post by Shmoie on Sept 9, 2007 16:33:27 GMT -5
OOC: Wait, test scores? o.O Like the O.W.Ls? I guess that works... I assumed it was gonna be like in the books, with the Goblet of Fire ness. But that's kinda not creative, now that I think about it. XD And, of course you have to enter your name in order to be considered. 9.9 Goof. (<3)
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