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 Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 3:28 pm
This is just another hallway, complete with the occasional suit of armor or ugly statue and many, many moving paintings. It is made entirely out of a curious dark stone.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 6:36 pm
Dom nodded as she walked. "A few, hopefully enough for you. Is there anything else you need?" As she spoke, she drew out the screwdriver again, absently spinning it in her fingers.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 6:44 pm
"Hm..." Chad pondered, trying to recall what else he needed. His mind drew a blank. "That's all I can think of right now... I should have taken an inventory before bothering you... Well, I suppose now's a good a time as any to replenish my Mandrake root supply, if nothing else," he replied, feeling a little like a nuissance.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 6:51 pm
Dom smiled, laughing a little bit. "Do you really need more ingredients, or did you just use that as an excuse to get me alone and talk to me some more?" She said, shooting a teasing glance over at Chad. ((I say we skip all the walking and head straight for the Greenhouses. Oh, and I need to get off in about 10 minutes, it's very sad, i know. But it's true.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:00 pm
Chad laughed, feeling a little embarassed. "Uh... no... that was not my intention, Professor Vida," he said, trying to formalize the situation. He felt a little awkward and glanced at the ground as he walked to the greenhouses. No matter how much he tried to keep up an air of seriousness, he couldn't help but grin at her teasing.
((Now you can post next in the greenhouses. It's alright if you don't get to it until tomorrow because you have to go. Just tell me where your next post is and I'll reply. It's been a pleasure RP-ing with you!))
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 2:48 pm
Chad had posted the letter to his mother via owl and decided to patrol the castle corridors. Arriving in the third floor corridors, he passed the classroom of Professor Gorgise, the Charms teacher. Seeing the older man, who was a fellow Hufflepuff, he greeted him formally. "Good day, Professor," he said to him, with an awkward smile. The man seemed less of a colleague and more of an authority figure because of his age and reputation. In his short years at the Ministry, Chad had definitely heard about the man and it seemed almost unreal that he had left his post to pursue teaching (much as Chad did himself). "How do you do?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 2:51 pm
He froze when he heard someone speak to him. He turned around slowly, noticing it was exactly the person he wanted. He smirked smugly.
"I'm fine, thank you. Say, would you mind coming with me? I want to show you something..." he added snakily, his eyes shining. He was going to show him the room of potions.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 3:18 pm
"Of course, sir. I mean, Professor," Chad responded, clearing his throat. Chad wondered what it was Professor Gorgise wanted to show him, as he followed the man into his classroom.
((Sorry, I wasn't sure because your office is titled under the name "Borgise" and the post within the office thread also has it as "Borgise". Now that it's clear, I'll be sure to use the proper name. biggrin Now, off to the classroom thread.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 3:32 pm
"Thank you..." he replied. He signalled him to follow him, the both of them walking towards the squid closet. They stopped in front of it, his face turning stern. "What I am about to show you is highly classified. Any slight peep of what's in this closet and you will die a most painful death. Agreed?" he stared at him, his purple eyes fierce.
[Move to Charms Classroom Thread, thank you.]
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 12:09 am
Mother and daughter walked silently down the quiet hallways. Similar appearances with different expressions; the mother wore a look of concern mixed with worry and the daughter a look of blank emptiness. They walked with surprising grace... Well, at least the daughter did. Her mother, with blond hair and beautiful features, face, and figure looked to be the epitome of gracefulness no matter where she was. Her daughter, being lanky, athletic, pretty, and curvy did not seem to contain such a feature. And yet they did, because they were Veela regardless of mix.
They walked in silence, with no determined destination other than the Gryffindor tower. The air of uncertainty and things left unsaid rest between them like a tangible cloud. Things that needed to be said. Nyx parted her lips and sighed.
" 'member when I wen'teh Uncle's 'ouse? " Nyx closed her eyes as she walked. "I came back diff'rnt...?" Severe green eyes creased upon to peer into the dimming light of the hallways. "Crimson's slipped me s'm slither root 'n some tea. I been addicted since then 'til last summer."
The silent procession stopped dead, with Illume staring at her daughter in complete shock.
"Martin was my man... Made sure I got it if I dealt stuff 'ere. So ah did. Banned items 'n drugs 'n alcohol. All o' it. I weened myself off las' summer, when yeh were workin' on that big case an' pops was busy help'n teh build Reg's garage."
Illume's face fell, her heart clenching horribly in her chest. So far, her daughter faced some serious crimes that could put her into juvenile detention or jail. And a lot of grounding. Nyx was definitely grounded.
"I tried quit'n te'day. Leavin' it all behind so I coul' be safe'n happy with Isis. Martin' din' take it so well an' attacked us. Mum, he's gonna come back, an' I can't 'ave him hurtin' Isis. I'd die iffen he 'urt 'er."
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 9:39 pm
Illume stopped in the center of the hallway, pinching the bridge of her nose. They never expected anything like this from their crazy, rough housing, but sweet daughter. The confession sent her reeling in shock, even though her outer appearance didn't reveal it. Nyx stood beside her, looking rightly ashamed and quietly appalled by her own actions.
This was probably the only reason Illume didn't grab her by the ear and drag her off to her father.
She was still definately grounded though.
The blond adult worried her lower lip and folded her arms. Obviously, she had to protect her daughter as well as crumble this organization that held to her. And do it with out being illegal.
This was definately going to take some time.
"... Nyx, you're grounded this summer. All of it."
" 'kay..."
"You're not to get in anymore fights this year, and you're going to bring your grades up."
" l'righ'..." At least to the grades thing. She couldn't help if someone socked her.
"This is what we're going to do," The young woman turned to her daughter with a determined look in her eye. "You're staying here at school. I'm going to have a friend watch over you for a favor, and I'm going to get daily reports. I'm going to dip my fingers into the system and crush this... Scum that's trying to hurt you. On top of that, I'm going to compromise with the department so that you don't have jail time.
"You will, however, do community service hours regardless of if you are assigned them or not."
"Yes mum..."
"... Will you be okay getting to the common room, sweetie?"
"Aye... I think I'll take s'm o' that stuff Alair gave me an' see if I c'n sleep." Nyx lowered her head, feeling guilty and ashamed as humanly possible. When she felt her mother's arms around her, they were so gentle and loving she broke. "I'm so sorry mum!" She cried. Illume did not speak, only held her daughter and carressed wavy locks. The shorter woman leaned up to kiss her daughter on the forehead, then gently rub her shoulder.
"It'll be fine, Nyx... Just go and get some sleep. You got quite the beating today."
"M'kay mum..." And then Illume was gone, reluctantly leaving her daughter behind to head for Hogsmeade, intent on apparating out of there as quickly as possible.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 10:12 pm
The Ravenclaw prefect moved deftly about the halls, looking at the vials in her hands in turn. Perhaps if she combined them properly she could weaken the suddenness of the sleep potion, and raise the calming effect of the draft for when she really, needed it.
Such as in a few minutes from now.
Heading through the halls at a fast pace it could only have been a cruel twist of fate or someone having it completely out to make her life miserable that she would collide in the hallway with a tall gryffindor, the exact same way that had happened not too long ago and brought her and the current object of her affections together.
Only this time she would collide with her mother.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 10:19 pm
A lesson in magical physics: Comparison between heavily massed and those a little more dainty. AKA, Nyx and her mother. Nyx, being similar to that of a rock, probably would have bounced slightly but remained standing. Illume on the other hand was soft and graceful, and thus fell to the floor in her hurry towards the exit.
When she sat up, a look of surprise graced her beautiful features, but then a rather small, embarrassed smile made its appearance.
"Goodness, I'm sorry Isis!" The woman pulled herself to her feet and dusted herself off. "I didn't even hear you coming. Are you alright, dear?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 10:27 pm
Hearing that gentle voice made her gasp, pulling her fully out of her reverie as she turned to look at the woman, eyes flying wide. What? why...but... Isis began to fidget as she looked at the woman, fear evident in her eyes as they darted behind the woman to see if Nyx was there as well. "I...um...I...I'm alright, good as new!" Isis chirped shakily and just a little too high to be true.
Little being the size of mount fuji.
"Nothing to worry about I'm fine! Perfectly fine! Just...just going to the tower to get some rest! yeah, rest soI bettergo okaybye!" Isis said as she bit her lip, shaking where she stood before spinning quickly to attempt to walk off hoping she hadnt been caught.
Oh yes, she definately needed a strong potion tonight.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 10:35 pm
"Isis." There came the motherly tone. Like a cracking whip, it held such a tone that there was an order folded within the velvet of her voice. Simply by saying her name, she commanded that she halt in her steps and return to her previous position, and not to run off.
Illume approached slowly, eyeing the girl over with severe eyes. Nothing looked damaged.
"Are you entirely positive that you're feeling alright? And don't lie to me, young lady." And her voice softened. Showing that there was no anger, simply urgency to make her stop running for a moment.
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