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 Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 9:47 am
Frequently the haunt of Peeves, this room contains all the trophies, plaques, medals and awards earned by Hogwarts students over the years. There is also a list of head boys and girls. Students are occasionally assigned to polish the cases for detention.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:25 am
Isis had run out of sight and hearing range of the hospital wing, but was too emotionally overcome to go much farther. Ducking into the closest door around one of the hallways she wound up here, shutting herself in the trophy room. Stumbling blindly behind one of the far trophy cases out of sight of the door she collapsed, sinking do her knees even as her hands moved to cover her face, body wracked with harsh sobs.
"What've I done...what've I done..." she moaned lamenting, tears streaming down her face as she clutched at her heart tightly, blood from her hands mixing with her salty tears to drip onto her school robes. Gritting her teeth she curled into a tiny ball as tight as possible, wrapped in a coccoon of cloth and fabric from her clothing, using some of it to shove in her mouth, stifling the noises she couldnt help but make.
She had broken Nyx, the one girl who had genuinely seemed to care for her, who had stood up for her when she was insulted and healed her when she was hurt. Nyx was just trying to protect her, to be a good friend to Isis and what had Isis done in return? Toyed with and deliberatly stamped on her heart.
Isis bit her tongue as a sickening feeling welled up inside of her, starting in her stomach and tingling her throat...the feeling that comes right before wanting to throw up. Taking deep breaths Isis focused on that, willing herself not to throw up, to calm down until she could handle the emptiness gnawing at her from the inside.
She was an idiot, a complete and total idiot. Isis was selfish, and dumb, and had one of the biggest egos around for doing that to the other girl. Maybe Nyx didnt like her at all, maybe all the kissing was one-sided, and that snuggling in the hospital wing was just her humoring Isis, trying to soothe her because they were friends. It was the Ravenclaw who hoped and prayed it was something more, even while she wouldnt allow herself to have it.
Was Nyx even attracted to woman? Isis hadn't been brave enough to brooch the subject with the Gryffindor, afraid of what she may or may not have found out. Now she wasnt even allowed the honor of calling Nyx her friend. Man was she an idiot.
Isis didnt deserve to call her a friend, not after what she had said and done. Nyx was right...she wasnt anything special. She especially wasnt now, not when she wasnt worth jack squat to the one person who really mattered most...the one who had stolen Isis' heart.
Shaking in shock and depression Isis found her wand lost among her robes, tossing up a weak invisibility shield and curling up to sleep, shrunken into a tiny ball and curled on the hard stony floor of the trophy room, shaking heavily as tears continued to fall, finally lapsing into unconsciousness.
She didnt deserve a proper bed.
((hmm...this sets up nicely. Have her crash here for the night, then later have Nyx come save her sorry butt from the likes of a wrathful peevesy. Me like.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 7:17 pm
"Ohhhh.... Slytherin you blitherin big-headed lunacies, kissyin' the hufflepuff sissies- Wait! What is it we have here?!" Peeves swooped down and peered through the shield that Isis had put up. "A lone Ravenclaw, with out her shining Gryffindor knight! It looks like she's been CRYING! Oh GOODIE!"
Peeves flew around the room, causing all sorts of racket. "I distinctly remember gum flying up my nose... Hey! That was you!" He cackled, flying in a lazy circle. "What SHOULD I do with you, Isis? You shouldn't go around doing that to poor, innocent beings such as I!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 7:34 pm
"Yaaahhh!" Isis yelped in surprise, rolling over stiff and sore to the sudden disturbingly ugly face of Peeves with that evil grin. "PEEVES! What are you doing in the-" she cut herself off, feeling the stiffness in her body and realising that she had slept somewhere other then the Ravenclaw dormitory.
Gryffindor knight? ...Nyx... Even the thought of her name sent cold stinging pains tearing through her body, causing her to crumple once more, turning over in her robes covering herself from view.
"Go away Peeves...I dont want to talk about it, or have to deal with you right now. Just...just bugger off."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 7:51 pm
"D'AWWWW... Is Issy feelin' crysie?" He chuckled darkly, wrapping his fingers around her robes and lifting up suddenly. "You and I have something to discuss as adults, with out simple likkle Nyxie about. Now UP!" Peeves jerked on her clothes, lifting her completely off the ground. "You should know by now, that you can teel good ol' Peevesie anything!" He laughed, hauling the poor girl up and grabbing onto what was left of her robes, flying about her in circles.
Nyx, who had been running down the hall just happened to stop from all the noise in the trophy room. She pushed open the door slowly, peering in through it and staring quietly. The first thing her gaze registered was the fabric on the floor, then peeves spinning someone and ripping their clothes off even more, then... Isis.
Her heart leapt and anger seeped into her once again. Peeves was messing with Isis. Ripping her clothes clean off! She couldn't have that! Pushing up her sleeves, Nyx came towards the two with surprisingly quiet foot falls. Cocking her fist in the opposite direction Peeves was going, she slammed it home.
Combines with his motion, and the force of impact of her fist, bones crunched in both his face and her hand. Peeves immediately let go, flying backward into a trophy case, and laying there dazedly. Nyx growled at him, ignoring the pain in her fist and picking up the little mand.
Within her red haze, Nyx Morgan Treassa began to throttle him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:10 pm
Isis had begun once more to steadily cry once she had rolled over and hid benath the large amount of fabric in her robes. She had been hoping he would just toss things at her, poke her repeatedly or something until he realised she wouldnt play, then douse her in a bucket of water or something before zooming off.
Once again Isis proved her Ravenclaw judgement was on the wing, yet to return to her prefect form. "PEEVES PUT ME DOWN!" Isis shrieked and bellowed once she realised she had been lifted up in the air, suspended only by the school robes on her body as she struggled to get free.
Sudeenly there was a tug, a loud rip, then another as her robes came nearly fully free, dropping her the distance to the floor with a muffled thud. Before her body could recover however Peeves had already grabbed the remaining scraps of fabric, suspending her and twirling her dizzyingly around as she screamed pathetically for help.
At first she didnt know what had happened, only that Peeves had let go and she was crumpled on the floor. Shuffling weakly she realised most of her clothes were ripped and torn to some degree, trying to find fabric to cover herself without much success.
Hearing the sounds of sputtering behind her Isis slowly turned panting. Looking for the source of the noise she finally registered a tall figure knelt down next to the annoance of a poltergeist, and the face of said poltergeist a disturbing shade of purple and shaking violently.
"Nyx...Nyx NO!" Isis whispered at first, breaking into a short yell as she bolted over to the girl's side, placing her hands on Nyx's much larger ones, speaking quietly into her ear as tears streamed down Isis' face.
"No Nyx...no. He's not worth this, he's not worth it...let him go..." she begged, trying to keep her voice from shaking and the panic out of her voice, gently caressing Nyx's skin of her palms. "Nyx...let him go..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:29 pm
"GET OUTTA HERE PEEVES! I'll tell the Bloody Barron on yeh, I SWEAR IT!" Nyx spat out at him, swiftly releasing him and growling in his direction. "Don' you EVER touch 'nyone tha' way AGAIN! I HAVE HALFA MIN' TEH TELL THE HEADMASTER 'BOUT THIS! Get out!"
Peeves believed Nyx's threats. She didn't make them unless she was going to act upon them. With two swollen eyes and a quickly healing face, he fled through the door and down the hallway, devoid of the banging and classing and cracking that usually followed him.
Nyx stood there quietly, letting her anger seep out of her as he left. Her hand throbbed dully, but she ignored it for now. Slowly, the Gryffindor turned to inspect Isis' condition. The younger girl's eyes grew wide, noticing that Isis... Well, she had a very nice view of a very pretty looking black bra.
"Uh... Uhh..." The mixed breed blinked, not so subtly looking at the exposed view in front of her. "I... Err..." Nyx's cheeks flushed fully, struggling to get her overrobes off. "Yeh... Yeh alrigh'?" She finally stuttered out, snapping her gaze up into the golden eyes she adored and wrapping her overly large robe over Isis.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:44 pm
"Nyx? ...Nyx, why...Nyx? hello? anybody home?" Isis questioned, waving a hand in front of the younger girls face while she seemed like her mind and gaze was elsewhere. "Nyx...?" Following the girls gaze she looked down and blinked.
Thirty very long seconds later Isis squeeked and folded her arms over her chest, face a very strange and dark shade of color with no real name. She had a deep reddish blush on her very dark skin covering her entire chest, neck, shoulders and head of her upper body. She continued to whimper and fidget as her eyes cast about helplessly for some scrap of clothing she could use, eyes flicking to the door and the girl she loved but was too afraid to love and had angered and hurt and pushed away who had saved her from a pissed off peeves and now saw her in her barest of skivvies while scraps of fabric formerly known as her clothing were strewn all about the floor.
Oh yes, the Ravenclaw was having a WONDERFUL night.
"No..." Isis muttered, looking down at the ground in shame as she swathed herself in the gryffindor robes, coated in Nyx's scent she so loved even as she knew Nyx was only doing this because she cared for all creatures, even monsters such as herself.
Diving into the giant robes she curled into a tiny ball, the cloths of fabric scuttling off into a dark corner hiding Isis from view as it quaked, cloth shaking back and forth.
"Please Nyx..just...just go away." the muffled voice of Isis spoke up, shaky and worn as she curled up in defeat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:58 pm
"Uhm... No." Nyx stuck her chin out defiantly, marching over towards Isis and scooping the little bundle of cloth up from the corner. She held her securely against her body and looked into the bundle, raising an eyebrow at the smaller girl. Her hand had stopped throbbing by now, and simply held Isis against her. "Yeh need teh get some clothes on, an' then we need teh talk. An' no. I won' take 'no' fer an answer."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:22 pm
Isis whimpered softly and curled into a tighter ball as she felt herself being picked up again, huddling into the cloth as the folds covering her head were moved away and Nyx's face loomed into view. Meeting the gaze with her own wide golden eyes Isis huddled more into the cloth, only able to look up at her for a few moments before looking away, turning her head to focus a little too hard on the cloth, almost trying to burn a hole through it.
It was heaven and hell in those arms, heaven because she was lulled towards the sence of peace and security they meant for her, hell because she knew that falling back into that wasnt an option and she had to keep her emotions back as her hands fisted in the cloth resolute and defeatedly.
"Fine...just..." she swallowed hard, voice soft. "cover me back up. I dont want you looking at me." she said as she turned her head away, hoping Nyx wouldnt notice her quivering through the cloth, or the tears which once again threatened to spill from her body.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:32 pm
Nyx looked down at her quietly, then covered her face up with her robes. She wouldn't release her firm but gentle hold on her though, now wanting her to think that while she was on her feet that she could run away. The Gryffindor cradled the 'package' against her chest and nuzzled lightly where she knew Isis' head to be.
"Only 'cause yeh asked. Though I think yer denyin' theh world a pretty face."
Green eyes stared down at the bundle seriously, then walked out of the room.
She headed for Gryffindor Tower.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:42 pm
Isis let out a minute sigh as she was once again enveloped in darkness, leaning forward to bite the fabric of Nyx's robes, clenching her teeth to muffle the tiny sobs threatening to wrack her body.
"Only 'cause yeh asked. Though I think yer denyin' theh world a pretty face."
Isis bit harder into the cloth, fighting back the urge to snuggle into the warm gentle arms, or nuzzle back and press into the girl and beg for the forgiveness she didnt deserve. Why, why was she being so insensitive and cold to this girl, the only one to truly care about her and stand up for her or protect her when she couldnt save herself?
The tears began to flow again, Isis biting hard on the cloth to avoid noise or detection, hoping her tears wouldnt create an obvious damp spot on the cloth. Curling up tightly but letting the robes go limp she shook silently, quivering as Nyx began to carry her off.
Why she was letting the Gryffindor do this, Isis didnt know. Why the Gryffindor even wanted to help her after she had said all those things, Isis didnt know that either. All she knew was she was moving, and wherever it led meant having to see Nyx again.
At least here, wrapped in the darkness, Isis could flee and hide.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 11:40 am
It was a dark and dreary Sunday, and it was pouring outside. Nicole had homework, but there was no way she'd waste her time with that. So she had decided to kill time looking at trophies. Some of these awards were truly interesting, such as the ones earned in Quidditch. Nicole wished she could achieve a trophy in sport, but knew she wasn't good enough. Enh. Doesn't matter, she thought to herself. It wasn't all that important to her, otherwise she would be out on the pitch right now practising. But just like schoolwork, Nicole found that it was pointless. After all, she had a life to live. Why waste it doing work? No, she was quite happy doing other, more important things. She just wasn't cut out to achieve things in life.
Nicki sighed at that thought. "Why must I have such a defeatist attitude?" she asked herself aloud. "No wonder I don't achieve anything; I've already told myself I can't." She thought for another moment, then vowed to try harder, at least at Quidditch. After all, what was the point of playing a sport if you never tried at it? "Plus," she muttered, "maybe then I'll actually get noticed."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:40 pm
Felix was happily sopping wet after sitting on the roof for a good two hours. Though others became depressed by the watery weather, Felix seemed to gain energy whenever a downpour occurred. It always reminded him of his younger days up in Petten on his grandparent's ranch. Perched atop the corroding walls built hundreds of years prior, he would simply watch the rain bounce off the blooming tulips that covered acres of the surrounding land. Even if he wasn't in the Netherlands, he could always manage to grasp the beauty that nature brought out every time the sky cried; a notion that he was sad to see alot of people neglecting.
However fun the rain was though, Felix was forced back into reality when a gust of wind had caught him off guard. Lots of Rain+ Limited Clothing= Freakin' Cold. Even though he was good at ignoring his body temperature when he really felt like it, he knew that enough was enough. And so, the Dutch boy walked through the hallways, his already tight jeans and plain dark short sleeve shirt being plastered to his skin, as was his hair to his head. The lack of shoes and socks really didn't help his core temperature either. Even so, he still managed to bring a bounce to his step.
Though his intent was to go back to the Cellers and change, FeFe had a habit of never following through. On his way down, he noticed the door to the Trophy room open, and voices coming through. Or was it just one voice? The golden eyed boy poked his head into the Room-o'-Fame, and was amused to find a girl talking to herself in there. Ravenclaw... Never talked to her before. Well, that wouldn't do. After all, meeting someone new was always good, especially since he promised he would.
I told Toby about that too, didn't I... A silly smile graced his face when the brunette popped into his head once again. As he snuck into the room however, he chided himself to hunt down his prefect later, and strike up a conversation with the girl before him. Now what had she been saying?
Oh yeah. "Ya know, it's rather easy to get noticed when you're talking to yourself in a room full of echoing trophies." He voiced with a hint of mirth mixed in his rich accent. Not ment to degrade the notion, but instead to make light of the situation. After all, he talked to himself all the time.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 9:54 am
Nicole spun around in surprise at the sound of the boy's voice. Had she really been talking out loud? Oops. Well, not much she could do about it now. He had heard her, so she couldn't deny it. She fingered her earrings nervously. "Uh... Yeah. Talking to myself. See... It wasn't so much "talking" as "thinking aloud"... I find it easier to ponder things when I can hear the ideas spoken," she told the stranger. I hope he doesn't think I'm crazy... That's the last thing I'd need. Then she noticed his watery attire. An amused expression came across her face. "Got caught in the rain?" she asked him with a grin.
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