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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 7:35 pm
 This is a place for detentions, and another place for students to talk. (The rules in here are the same as the ones on the homepage) The dungeons of Hogwarts Castle are located under the school, and it is colder there than in the main castle. The Potions classroom is located in the dungeons, as is the entrance to the Slytherin common room and dormitories. Places in dungeons: ■Dungeon cupboard ■Deathday Party Hall ■Potions Classroom ■Potions basement ■Severus Snape's office ■Slytherin Dungeon ■Philosopher's Stone chambers ■Potion-Mixing Room ■Dungeon Five ■Dungeon cave ■Dungeon Corridor ■Entrance Dungeon ■Dungeon hall ■Dungeon Staircase ■Slug Pit ■Quidditch cave
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 7:36 pm
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 7:41 pm
Callysto looked around the cold dungeons, licking her lips. She moved languidly, muttering to herself. She came to an abandoned classroom; an inch of dust coated each desk and chair. She crinkled her nose, in attempt at stopping a sneeze. This room would do quite well for her detentions. She'd have the little chit clean the room, muggle style to start with. If that got boring, she'd figure something else out. She smirked into the dark room and turned, striding out of the dungeons.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:12 pm
 Antoinette Machiavelli— Slytherin ; Second Year
The corridor crept her out, what with the darkness, the utter cessation (which was disturbed with Antoinette's panting and rapid footsteps) and the darkness, once again.
When she reached the Dungeon door, she banged the nose-ring of a snake gavel against the door incessantly, constantly throwing looks over her shoulder.
She then heard a growling noise.
She banged the gavel even harder now, simultaneously kicking it. Her breathing became labored, which scared her. So she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"PROFESSOR! PROFESSOR! PLEASEE! AH, AH! PROFESSOR!!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:48 pm
Callysto pursed her lips to keep from laughing at the frightened child. Antoinette pounded on the dungeon doors while shouting for the professor.
The half-elf moved slowly, her body making no sounds, as she strode down the corridor. She lurked in the shadows, enjoying the panic-stricken look on the young girls face. A corner of her thin mouth lifted in a smirk. "Miss Machiavelli." Her voice was low and silky, "Whatever has gotten you so... worked up?" She emerged from the dark corner, grinning; she could almost smell Antoinette's fear.
"This way." She barked, pushing the large door open and leading the way to the classroom she'd been in earlier. "You're to clean this room-- the muggle way." Callysto fished a small, threadbare rag from her robes. "Here." She pushed the bit of cloth into the Slytherin's small hands. She sniffed and casually seated herself in the teacher's chair at the large desk, propping her legs up on the desk. She could easily see the whole room, and would be able to watch Antoinette work, no matter where she stood.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 9:02 pm
Antoinette Machiavelli— Slytherin ; Second Year Whatever has gotten you so...worked up?
Antoinette let out a blood-curdling scream.
But then Volkova brushed past her, opening the dungeon doors, as if they were open the whole time. Antoinette was flushed. But then...the growling noise came again, and Antoinette flew into the Dungeon after Volkova, landing on her face. Her landing had caused a mushroom cloud of dust to sprout from the floor.
Still flushed, but even more so, she stood up, attempting to wipe the dust off her. It was futile, as the air was dusty as well. Then the Head handed her an article of Alex's clothing. No wait, a rag. Antoinette was told to clean this place the muggle way, without magic.
Antoinette was going to cry. There was unknown material in her hair, she couldn't stand the Head's cold and callous gaze, and she had to clean, something she had never done before. But she dare not complain. She looked around the room, she saw no whip, but she wasn't going to let that fool her. Volkova had a device of some sort that brought her that satisfaction sadists get.
She walked over to a small mass of some sort and started slapping it with the rag. The dust came right out with every slap.
Antoinette smirked. Cleaning was easy.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 10:21 pm
Callysto watched as the smirk formed on the girls face; she repeatedly hit a small table with the rag, obviously satisfied with the result. Dust flew up, swirling around in the air before landing back down; most of it ending up on the floor. The professor snorted and rolled her eyes. This was no good as a punishment. The pureblood needed a punishment a pureblood deserved. Unfortunately, many of the traditional pureblood detention practices were frowned upon. Antoinette continued the slapping motion for several minutes until the silver-haired woman stood up. Callysto's sudden movement appeared to startle the girl, who stared at her with wide eyes.
"Enough." She ordered, waving her hand, dismissively. She moved closer to the girl; slowly walking around her, eying her cautiously. "You are a pureblood." She stated a fact the young girl was all to proud to boast. "Cleaning the muggle way is so--" She grinned wickedly, her eyes burning with an almost demonic fire. "--Dirty. Don't you think?" She tilted her head, as if actually curious as to the girl's answer. "Yesss..." She hissed, stopping directly behind Antoinette. Callysto pressed her palm to the small of the girl's back. Antoinette's breathing became ragged; Callysto couldn't be sure if it was due to the copious amounts of dust the 'cleaning' had disturbed, or the proximity the language master was to the student. She found she didn't mind either way; just enjoyed the sound of that soft breath catching in the back of such a small, pale throat.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 4:01 am
Antoinette Machiavelli— Slytherin ; Second Year Antoinette felt Volkova's hand press lightly on her back, and she stopped breathing at once. She closed her eyes and swallowed.
"What are you doing?" She asked, contemptuously. Antoinette was in absolute terror, but she wasn't going to let it show through her tone.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:28 am
Adaleide WilliamsDon't mess with me. — Slytherin ; Sixth Year Adaleide wandered down the cold stone steps until she reached a corridor that was pitch black and smelled heavily of dust and decay. She breathed deeply; she loved the smell of death. As she continued to walk down the corridor she heard slight mutterings emerging from one of the doors. She pressed her ear against it, waiting for a cry of pain or horror, but nothing came.
She moved on until she reached the next room, where she silently opened the door. She glanced around and slipped inside, closing the door with a soft click.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:03 pm
Ayamae propped herself up against a wall at the bottom of the dark stone stairs to wait for Daemon. She'd never liked the dungeons, not even while she was in school...this was the reason why she'd had the potions class moved upstairs. It was always so eerie down here...
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor Crew
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:30 pm
 Daemon SaDiablo
Seventh year Slytherin prefect Daemon turned up at quarter to seven. He was excited and hungry, but ignored that. He smiled at the professor as he saw her. "'lo gorgeous" he greeted, stopping by her. His heart fluttered nervously. Leader of the SaDiablo family
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:37 pm
Ayamae rolled her eyes at him. "C'mon Don Juan. You've got work to do." She gestured for him to follow her down the hallway. As they walked, she questioned him. "What do you know about animagii?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 12:32 am
Callysto's ear twitched at the sound of the door shutting; odd, because she hadn't heard it open. Her eyes glanced to the entrance and spotted a delightful creature-- the girl who had stared at her so blatantly in the language classroom. "It would appear, Miss Machiavelli; that we have a guest." The head of Slytherin drolled.
//*Falls asleep.* M'sleepy. Can't be sure if this is any good or really bad, lol.//
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 5:06 pm
[Niiiiiiiiiice reference. xD] Daemon SaDiablo
Seventh year Slytherin prefect "'Every woman is a mystery to be solved.' "Daemon quoted smoothely, then set off after the female. "An Animagus is a witch or wizard who can morph him or herself into a specific animal at will. It is a learned, rather than hereditary, skill, unlike those of a Metamorphmagus.. I think we turn into our patronus, or usually do." His heart raced at the idea. being a wolf with Cloud would be amazing. Leader of the SaDiablo family
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 5:15 pm
Ayamae was impressed with his knowledge. "Very good. I personally don't turn into my patronus...I think it's got to do with my being a metamorphmagus...changing forms and all that. That...and I've got a rather...dynamic personality." She smirked to herself and stopped at a door to their left. She pushed it open and gestured inside. "After you."
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