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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 20, 2017 17:02:05 GMT -5
"I don't know" Amalthea replied, biting her lip "NEWTs are much harder than I anticipated. The professors seem unsure that I'll do quite as well as I did on my OWLs. But I'm just going to study and do my best and I'll get through them. What about you? You're starting yours, aren't you?"
She didn't much like talking about exams, because she always got nervous before exams and people often got frustrated when she got nervous, as she always got good grades anyway."
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jan 20, 2017 19:31:27 GMT -5
((Sorry I dropped off the face of the earth. I'm back now.))
((ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧: I've only got two character, RIP me. Probably all I can handle. But Amalthea could be a rival to Kaitlyn, or at least maybe they could have a strained relationship. It would be interesting to play out since Ingrid and Kaitlyn are friends.))
Ned offered the first-year a soft smile. She seemed eager, which was definitely a good sign. Of course, Gryffindor didn't get too many dour faces in their ranks come the sorting ceremony, so it wasn't exactly a surprise.
"I'm one of the house prefects," Ned said, "so feel free to let me know if you have any questions or need help."
Now that the sorting was over, he was free to eat. He plucked a handful of drumsticks from a nearby platter, a chunk of bread, and scooped a serving of mysterious but decidedly delicious orange pudding onto his plate. Feasts were one of the best parts of Hogwarts-- even mum didn't make cooking this good. House elves have a talent.
He was half-way through his second potion of the pudding when he caught sight of dark skin and raven black hair. Ned reflexively flinched, swallowed his spoonful unexpectedly, and proceeded to cough roughly. In the process he accidentally elbowed Nate in the side.
"Sorry mate," Ned apologized once he regained his breath. "Something went down the wrong way." His eyes slid down the table once more.
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The noisy clatter of the feast's peak was nothing more than a dull roar in Kaitlyn's ears. A Slytherin girl sitting next to her-- a third year, if she had to guess-- was rattling on about her apparently wealthy family's luxurious vacation. She had visited Paris, and then Austria...or was it Hungary? It was all blurring together.
Kaitlyn had never had any close friends in her own house. It was odd, but she supposed her first year was to blame. Her distraught at being placed in Slytherin overshadowed her in her initial weeks at Hogwarts, hardly a cheerful face for making buddies. She'd scared off most of her room mates at some point or another. Unfortunately, despite the confidence she later gained for her placement, Kaitlyn never made more than a few acquaintances in Slytherin.
Most of those she knew were sitting elsewhere at the table, with close friends. Kaitlyn felt a distinct pang of loneliness from somewhere inside her chest. Sure, she had some companions: Ingrid and Tori were the best. Her blue eyes sought out the former's face, sitting a table over with her fellow Ravenclaws. Truly, they were wonderful friends. But sometimes Kaitlyn couldn't help but wish there was another Slytherin in her life.
As her eyes roved the room, Kaitlyn was brought forward from her musings by a peculiar sight. Just a few seats down the table, where there was more elbow room, she saw two boys talking. That in itself wasn't uncommon, but rather, it was who was conversing.
It was Ryker and Zacharie, two guys she would never have expected to be casually chatting over a meal. Kaitlyn narrowed her eyes. She knew Ryker well enough--and by that she meant his reputation and gossip--but Zacharie had always been a mystery to her. He seemed stiffer than a brick wall and just as empathetic. Kaitlyn wasn't sure what his deal was, but he never struck her as particularly rude or troublesome, so she didn't bother to find out.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 19:44:53 GMT -5
Zacharie
He hummed low in his throat and absently stared past Ryker, when a faint prickling sensation at the back of his neck caused him to turn his head in the direction it seemed to come from. Zacharie wasn't often genuinely zoned out, he was too aware of the world around him; and so, this was how he noticed that there was someone staring. The sensation of being watched or even just looked at often caused him to feel a vague hint of paranoia. His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head as he took note of the girl.
Now, this was a name he couldn't remember. It had to begin with K, but really, he wasn't entirely sure, and so he exhaled slowly through his nose and simply stared in a rather blank fashion.
"Can I be of assistance?" he asked the girl idly, shredding up yet another corned beef pasty. This one was one that he didn't eat, just picked at until it was a little crumbled mess on his plate. He never ate much; his adopted siblings sometimes mentioned it, as did his adopted parents, but he didn't particularly care.
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Post by Fireclaw on Jan 20, 2017 19:58:51 GMT -5
Nate chuckled softly. "It's alright man, don't worry about it." He said, looking over at Ned. "You alright?" He asked him. "Don't choke to death now, bud." He said, half joking, half serious as his mind continued to roam, thinking about Quidditch, and when the he might get to practice soon.
Ryker shifted his gaze from Zacharie to the person looking for at them. He never really cared for people who stared, to him, it either meant they had beef with him, or they were jealous. Who wouldn't be jealous of me? He thought to himself as a smirk played over his lips. "Can I help you, Kaitlyn?" Ryker asked, smirking slightly more at the mention of her name.
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jan 20, 2017 20:09:56 GMT -5
((If you think that's short, you should see my RP posts from two years ago. Yikes.))
Kaitlyn cocked her head slightly. She was fairly certain they'd never had a real conversation before. They were in different years, so she'd never seen him in classes. Mostly she spotted him from afar on the school grounds, or in a dim corner of the common room. As far as she knew, he didn't have any friends. None that she saw anyways.
Her eyes were drawn to his fingers, steadily destroying a cornish pastry with imprecise tears, like Zacharie wasn't fully aware of what he was doing. Kaitlyn wondered if it was a habit.
It was hard to ruffle Kaitlyn, so when his eyes met hers and the polite inquiry slipped from her mouth, she didn't feel embarrassed at having been caught staring. People watching was one of her favorite past times. As a result, Kaitlyn knew the names and faces of just about everyone in the school. You learn a lot by observation, her dad used to say.
"If you are only going to tear them up, don't help yourself to more pasties," she said coolly. She tried to remain polite, but it came out a little chilly. "I can't abide wasted food."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 20:19:26 GMT -5
[ omg im so. picky with my posts sometimes its unreal ]
Zacharie
Without him even looking, he picked up another pasty (this time pumpkin) and began to tear that up, too. He picked around the edges and ate the crusts, but left the filling. He did not mind sweet things, but he was not particularly fond of pumpkin; hence why he drank water, or why he very rarely paid attention to pumpkin pies and the like.
"Hmm," he didn't seem to particularly care that he was being scolded. If anything, his face remained as blank as ever, odd eyes flicking down to his food only momentarily before he returned his gaze to the girl - Kaitlyn, from what Ryker said. "Maybe it is a disorder."
It was, but not the type he was hinting at; rather, it was impulses fuelled by his disorder. He dropped the pasty on his plate, however, and cleaned his hands off with a small napkin, and did not pick up another. It wasn't through obeying the girl, but through not particularly wishing to hear some more scolding. This was not his mother. His mother was long dead. Zacharie blinked (for the second time in thirty minutes) and tilted his head. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 20:20:19 GMT -5
|| Taya ||''Yeah, we'll be starting our N.E.W.T work,'' Taya sighed. She wasn't exactly passionate about N.E.W.T things, and couldn't be bothered with it all if she was honest. She'd just finished her O.W.L's, couldn't they give her a break already? She wasn't even taking the exams until towards the end of her seventh year, so why were they pressuring her so early?
As her mind drifted off, Taya began to wish she could turn back time to when exams weren't anything to worry about. Her first four years had been great and carefree - where the worst thing she had to worry about was if there was any jelly slugs left in Honeydukes when she used to head out there every chance she got. Now, however, she was usually so caught up with schoolwork that she couldn't even go to Hogsmeade.
As she had been thinking of the subject, the sixth year decided to mention it to Amalthea.
''When d'you think we'll get a chance to go to Hogsmeade?'' she asked, ''if you wanna come next time, that is. I need to go anyway - you know I always promise to buy Eleanor loads of stuff when I go there, she always begs me to before I leave.''
Eleanor, Taya's sister, had in fact given her a list of what to send back this year. The thirteen year old was now so adjusted to wizarding items that she knew almost all of the sweets and games that wizards and witches played at Hogwarts. Sometimes, when she wrote back to Taya, the Hufflepuff forgot that she was actually a muggle at all. |
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jan 20, 2017 20:22:16 GMT -5
((dang it, late post.))
((EDIT: double late post))
"I'm alright now," Ned promised. He fumbled for his glass for a sip of water, forgoing the pumpkin juice. It was favored among students, but Ned had never garnered a taste for it. Maybe it was like bourbon where it was an acquired taste.
His throat ceased its burning, and his head cleared up negligibly. "I just got spooked, that's all," he explained. Once more his eyes drifted down the table. "I didn't expect to see Cyrus."
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"No thank you, McAllister." Poison seemed to drip from the name, Kaitlyn's face twisting into a slight sneer. "You can go back to your plotting."
Ryker. What a prat that guy was. They were in the same year, and frankly, Kaitlyn figured she already saw way too much of him. From their first acquaintance, she knew they would not get along, and the days since had only proved her right. He carried a cruel vibe about him, from the way he carried himself to his cold blue eyes. Rumors whispered around the school that Ryker was the son of former Death Eaters. Kaitlyn would believe it.
It was kids like him that kept Slytherin's reputation for housing dark souls.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 20:23:33 GMT -5
So uber sorry about my forever poof I'm back I got really busy > . <) [[ that's alright! c: ]] |
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“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw on Jan 20, 2017 20:38:26 GMT -5
Ryker gave a slightly dark chuckle. "Now now now, no need for such hostilities. What have I done to you to acquire such cruel words?" Ryker said, looking at her intently with his piercing blue eyes, giving her a cold, calculating gaze.
Nate chuckled softly. "That's good man." He said and patted him on the shoulder. "Man, I can't wait till Quidditch starts." Nate said, resuming to his previous state, mind roaming, as if he was on the Quidditch pitch right now, flying on his Firebolt Supreme.
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jan 20, 2017 20:41:20 GMT -5
((ANOTHER LATE POST ASHFK))
Her eyes snapped back to Zacharie at his words, eyeing what looked like three destroyed pastries in his plate. A disorder, he had said. Kaitlyn mulled the idea around in her head. It would certainly explain some aspects of his personality-- the apathy and anti-social behavior. Part of her took him seriously, but she wondered if he was being facetious. What he even capably of tongue-in-cheek?
His fingers had halted his ruination of the vittles, but Kaitlyn had the distinct feeling it was simply because he chose to, not because of anything she had said. A shiver ran involuntarily down her spine. Zacharie was a peculiar individual.
((Sorry it's so short but I gtg eat))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 20:50:02 GMT -5
[ o m g dont worry shadow do u want us to set up a post order so that u dont feel bad abt lateposts o m g ] Zacharie
His gaze slid, very slowly, to Ryker, and he watched him with a half-lidded gaze. Now, this really wouldn't do. In a deliberate motion, he stood up (thus scaring the living daylights out of the seventh year that sat beside him, and gaze a single raised eyebrow. The boy swapped seats without hesitation, as such, placing Zacharie in an even place where he could talk to both Ryker and Kaitlyn without having to speak over someone's head.
"Mm," he looked back to Ryker again and raised a singular eyebrow. "What is it that you have against Ryker?"
Whether or not it was out of curiosity would never be discovered, as he rode over his own question with ease. "Do not answer that, actually. Why is it that you decided to scold me when you do not know me?"
If his eyes widened slightly as he said this, well. It wasn't consciously. Zacharie's mouth remained in a straight line, his voice remained in that monotonous drone. He was entirely capable of changing it - in fact, his usual tone was quite soft and delicate, but when he spoke like this, it was deep and quiet and particularly hard to ignore, especially because it didn't quite fit with his accent. |
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jan 20, 2017 21:14:13 GMT -5
((Queen of Late Posts™, that's me!))
((Back from dinner. And nah, it's fine. I'll just be more careful to refresh before I post from now on!))
Kaitlyn turned hard eyes to Ryker. If looks could kill, the kid would be dead where he sat. Scornfully, her glare raked his body from the bottom up, as if in analysis. It ended when she reached his gaze. "Hostile would be an understatement," she gritted out through clenched teeth. "Try virulent."
Calm down, she thought to herself. Kaitlyn thought herself past her unruly years of unchecked emotion, having learned to mostly control embarrassing outbursts. Mostly. For whatever reason, when it came to Ryker, her anger boiled over like a pot of covered rice. He brought out the worst emotions in her. Maybe it was the satisfied smirk he perpetually wore that filled Kaitlyn with the itch to smack it off his pale face. She tended to get violent around him. I wonder why, she thought dryly to herself.
Kaitlyn took a deep breath, and offered Ryker a tight smile. "You haven't done anything. It's more like your existence."
She never could resist a battle of words. Growing up, she had run rings around her brother's attempts to out-do her patronizing comments. Ned wasn't much of a match for her-- cynical retorts just wasn't in his nature. Maybe that's why he had more friends.
She was a little startled when Zacharie suddenly switched seats with the boy between them. She was even more floored by his questions. "I call out behavior when I see it," she answered honestly. Truth be told, his sudden change in tone unnerved her. But she wasn't going to let him know that.
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Ned raised an eyebrow at his friend, Cyrus momentarily forgotten. "Do you think of anything but Quidditch?" he asked in amusement.
Not that he could blame Nate. Ned had been on the Gryffindor team since his third year, playing an essential chaser. But he'd grown bored with the position. Yeah, he was good at is, but Ned was convinced that he could play Keeper even better. Unfortunately for him, he would have to beat last year's keeper at his own game come try-outs.
"Hey, do you think I have a shot against Wolf?" he asked Nate absently, thinking of his competition. Christian Wolf was good at what he did, and had kept his position for more than a few years. It was going to be tough.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 21:31:18 GMT -5
[ if you're sure !! ]
Zacharie
Ooh. Existence-hating. And a nice use of the word virulent. Zacharie considered this for a moment before briefly zoning into someone else's conversation, listening absently before he refocused on Ryker, and then back onto Kaitlyn. He managed all of this with barely a twitch of his head, always seeming vaguely alert, even if he remained emotionless as ever. That was just how he was - or how he acted, one of the two.
"Calling out behaviour," he repeated. "I think it seems...inefficacious, meaning 'not producing the desired effect'."
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“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw on Jan 20, 2017 21:43:20 GMT -5
Nate thought for a moment. "I'm going to be honest with you. Christian Wolf is basically the god of Keepers, Ned. It's going to be hard for anyone to beat him, he has experience on his side, as well as no lack in skill." Nate said, then patted him on the shoulder lightly. "But I haven't seen you player as keeper, so I can't be too sure who would come out at the end of tryouts as Keeper." Nate said to him. He thought of telling him that he wasn't going out as Seeker this year, bud decided against it. The less people who know that, the better chance Lyra has at taking that spot.
Ryker chuckled slightly, raised his eyebrow a little bit in amusement at her comment. "How cute." He said as he grabbed his glass of Pumpkin Juice and took another small sip before placing it back down on the table, showing Kaitlyn a satisfied smirk. "Oh, and why is that?" He asked, his voice dark and mysterious. "Heard any rumors about me lately? Heard something you shouldn't? I bet you would believe anything, you are pretty gullible and foolish, so they say." Ryker said, as he gave a dark, small chuckle. "I'm not as bad as it seems, I'm just a simple kid at this lovely school, attending to my own business. Perhaps you should follow suit."
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jan 20, 2017 22:08:49 GMT -5
Quite a vocabularly. "I know what efficacious means," she asserted with a slow blink. Normally she would be a little more annoyed at such an assumption, but Kaitlyn only felt curiosity prickling her mind. It must be his apathetic attitude. It was almost contagious-- she could feel herself growing more collected just looking at Zacharie.
In many ways, she garnered that they were opposites. Kaitlyn was effortlessly in tune with her emotions. Sometimes it felt like they were the driving force in her life. Yet, at the same time, she did find some similarities between herself and the short boy sitting next to her. She ventured to theorize. Has he always been this apathetic, or does he suppress it for some reason?
Zacharie gave a unique aura of a word in slow-motion; thinking was akin to running underwater, hindered. A stark contrast to the dark-haired boy across from him.
"Rumors aren't necessary to know that you're an insufferable imbecile, McAllister." Kaitlyn didn't turn her gaze toward him. He wasn't worth the attention, and she certainly wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of it.
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Ned felt a little psyched out. "I guess a little hope is better than nothing," he mumbled under his breath. Nate wasn't wrong. Wolf had been on the team for so long for a good reason-- he was excellent at his job. And Ned had to be good enough to push him out.
"Wolf's a tough act to follow, never mind overshadow. We're on good terms, and I'm worried the try-outs could change that," Ned admitted. "Nothing's worse than tenuous relations on the Quidditch field."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 22:22:59 GMT -5
Zacharie
"Inefficacious," though he didn't feel like he had to stress this again (and really, in his voice, it wasn't even a hint of stressing; more like a simple repeating of the words), he said so anyway. The vocabulary of the girl, however, did not miss his notice, and he looked down at the plate in front of him. He'd seen, of course, the boy beside him switch their plates, and so he began to pick at his pastry again and chose to eat it (though only nibbles).
The exchange between the two caused him to settle his gaze evenly between them, which meant that a poor first year ended up cowering under his gaze. As a rule, Zacharie was a gentle-looking person. He did not scream 'Slytherin'; he screamed danger, danger. That was, however, only under the circumstance that someone was observant. This first year, he supposed, was observant.
"As fascinating as this conversation is, petty arguments will not solve the conflict between the two of you," he finished the shredded corned beef pasty, but pushed the pumpkin pasty away due to its sweetness. "Also, you are becoming irksome."
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Post by Fireclaw on Jan 20, 2017 22:48:48 GMT -5
"There has been no conflict between us, until now. Heck, this is the first time I even talked to the girl." Ryker said calmly and cooly. "I don't know what her problem is, and if petty arguments can't solve her issue, then perhaps a duel could." He mused, the satisfied smirk reappearing on his lips as he look at her in the corner of his eye while grabbing a pumpkin pastry.
Nate nodded his head. "Don't sweat it man, I'm sure you'll do fine." Nate said to Ned as he ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the arguing Slytherins in the corner of his eye. "Slytherins." He muttered quietly to Ned so only the two of them could here, and then shook his head.
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jan 20, 2017 23:42:56 GMT -5
"Good thing I don't care what you think," she retorted dryly. And it was true. Kaitlyn didn't concern herself much with what the other students might see her as. Her politeness had its limits, and the combination of these two were driving her to the edge. Zacharie was frankly too odd for her to pay much attention to, and Ryker...well, he was just annoying.
Another reason you don't have many friends, Kaitlyn thought to herself. She really should work on a more appealing image. But that's a lot less interesting.
Her mother always said her mouth would get her in trouble one day. Kaitlyn didn't know when to stop sometimes, and it's landed her in hot water more than once with her professors. Ned had given her a "talk" many times on curbing her tongue, but Kaitlyn just never seemed to learn. The mistake was repeated over and over, a slew of detentions and point deductions on her permanent school record. Kaitlyn was fairly certain that was why she wouldn't be granted the Prefect title this year, despite her good grades and otherwise good reputation. That damn tongue was always dragging her down.
And now it was gonna land her in trouble once more.
"A duel?" A smirk spread slowly across her face. "Seems like an archaic practice for someone as edgy as you, eh, Ryker?"
Her smirk erupted into a genuine smile, and a bubbly laugh escaped her. The first year sitting between her and Zacharie looked vaguely disturbed by the sudden switch of moon, but Kaitlyn didn't notice. "Sounds like a plan. You know, most people look down on pettiness, but yet you sit before me as an accuser. Does that not strike you as hypocritical? You carry yourself as a superior, like we are all mice beneath the dust you tread. Yet you are the one consorting with said mice." Her eyes narrowed, the smirk gone. "Do not speak of me of pettiness when you deign to challenge a stranger to a duel for a few carefree insults."
Kaitlyn tucked a dark gold curl behind her ear, taking a sip of pumpkin juice and picking a ripe grape from a nearby fruit bowl. "But lower yourself you did, and I plan to take you up on such foolhardy recklessness."
She popped the grape in her mouth, chewing slowly so that she might savor the sweet flavor. "Mmm. Wish they were so ripe at home."
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Slytherins. His hand twitched sapsmodically at the thought of his sister's house. Ned knew it wasn't fair to retain some prejudice, especially since he had blood tied into it now. Nothing could change that. Still, he couldn't help the odd feeling that pricked his skin whenever he was around those robed in silver and emerald, serpents decorating their badges. And it made him feel rotten inside.
He glanced over at the table. Two Slytherin boys appeared to be conserving, one quite tall and the other rather short, by the looks of them. The latter bored, the former smug. Ned frowned at them.
Then he noticed a familiar head of curly dark hair, a sharp jaw, and the distinct look of zealous condescending words rolling from her serious tongue.
"Oh Lord," Ned muttered allowed, sitting up straighter. Kaitlyn, what have you gotten yourself into now?
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“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw on Jan 21, 2017 0:56:05 GMT -5
"I have not said that I am better than you. I have only stated that perhaps a duel would suffice in silencing your fool hardy mouthing off." Ryker said, before grabbing a grape. "I have nothing against you, I just don't take kindly to people who act rude to me, or anyone for that matter, for no reason. I will duel you at the next dueling club meeting, watch the boards so you know when it is. And Kaitlyn, don't be late." Ryker said, giving her a cool look with his piercing blue eyes before popping the grape in his mouth. "But you are right about these grapes, I'll give you that." He said but didn't look at her.
Nate looked at Ned. "By the sounds of things, Ryker is going to duel your sister, man. You need to talk her out of it, he won't hold back. He is too dangerous for anyone to duel with, I would even think twice before picking a duel with him." Nate said to Ned before lowering his voice. "There are rumors that he has come from a long line of Death Eaters. Though he may not of chosen who his parents and relatives were, he has this air around him like he wishes he was one of them."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 9:34:54 GMT -5
[[ some BODY - we need to decide when the first student is going to be affected by the disease, and who it's going to be. i personally think it should be a halfblood that gets affected first, as they lose their magic which is less dramatic, and as things go on muggleborns could also catch it, where they lose control of their magic and all that.]] |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 9:36:12 GMT -5
[ and I completely forgot I need to write forms up oops xD ] [[ oops i didn't even see this lol im sorry i forgot to pm you rip ]] |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 9:39:23 GMT -5
( i dont even remember if i have half-bloods HONESTLY but if i do im chill w/ one of them losing their magic
edit: I HAVE MARGOT. shes halfblood. nice )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 21, 2017 9:46:53 GMT -5
|| Taya ||''Yeah, we'll be starting our N.E.W.T work,'' Taya sighed. She wasn't exactly passionate about N.E.W.T things, and couldn't be bothered with it all if she was honest. She'd just finished her O.W.L's, couldn't they give her a break already? She wasn't even taking the exams until towards the end of her seventh year, so why were they pressuring her so early?
As her mind drifted off, Taya began to wish she could turn back time to when exams weren't anything to worry about. Her first four years had been great and carefree - where the worst thing she had to worry about was if there was any jelly slugs left in Honeydukes when she used to head out there every chance she got. Now, however, she was usually so caught up with schoolwork that she couldn't even go to Hogsmeade.
As she had been thinking of the subject, the sixth year decided to mention it to Amalthea.
''When d'you think we'll get a chance to go to Hogsmeade?'' she asked, ''if you wanna come next time, that is. I need to go anyway - you know I always promise to buy Eleanor loads of stuff when I go there, she always begs me to before I leave.''
Eleanor, Taya's sister, had in fact given her a list of what to send back this year. The thirteen year old was now so adjusted to wizarding items that she knew almost all of the sweets and games that wizards and witches played at Hogwarts. Sometimes, when she wrote back to Taya, the Hufflepuff forgot that she was actually a muggle at all. Amalthea smiled "Sure, I'd love to come. I'm free probably this weekend - it'll be the easiest since there's least work at the start of the year. And how is Eleanor, by the way?" Amalthea felt sorry for Taya's muggle sister, who seemed to want nothing more than to be part of the magical world, which for Eleanor must be so close yet just out of reach for her. It was saddening, certainly, but Amalthea supposed there were some benefits to being able to enjoy the best of both worlds. Well, maybe Eleanor didn't get the chance to experience the best of the wizarding world, but at least she got to be a part of it, even if it was only a very little part. Hogsmeade would be fun - they could go to the Three Broomsticks and maybe she would pop into Tomes and Scrolls to see if there were any new books or anything. She always liked to check if they had anything new, since if they had new books it was almost always on a topic Amalthea was interested in - she was interested in everything. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 10:49:23 GMT -5
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Taya grinned when Amalthea agreed to the trip to Hogsmeade. They hardly got to go there together anymore - it wasn't like in Taya's third year when they could go whenever they wanted to, now there was little to no time. Sure, when Amalthea was really busy Taya could go by herself, but doing that snatched the fun right out of it. It almost made her wish she had more friends in her own year. Maybe this year would be the year where she actually gathered up some other friends from somewhere. After all, next year Amalthea wouldn't even be here for her to talk to at all.
As her excitement whirled around inside her, Taya thought about where they could visit in Hogsmeade. She really needed a new quill, so visiting Scrivenshafts Quill Shop would be useful, and she knew that Amalthea would want to go to Tomes and Scrolls, and in fact, Taya had been meaning to purchase a book on the Pegasus - as she wanted to learn as much as possible about the beautiful creatures, especially as she wanted to work with them in the future. Oh, and they could visit the Three Broomsticks, and get themselves a butterbeer. It had been so long since Taya had tasted the drink...
''Eleanor's good,'' Taya said, in reply to Amalthea's question, ''she's been happier going back to muggle school than she usually is when I leave, actually. She keeps going on about this boy she likes. But, as you know, she's always been a romantic, even when she was barely ten years old. She's made a couple of close friends, too. They seem nice.'' |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 10:50:47 GMT -5
( i dont even remember if i have half-bloods HONESTLY but if i do im chill w/ one of them losing their magic edit: I HAVE MARGOT. shes halfblood. nice ) [[ Margot could be the first for it to happen to if you want at some point I want Pippa to be affected as well ]] |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 10:52:22 GMT -5
( im chill w it if you are <: i havent used margot much and i'd like to so it would be an opportunity )
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jan 21, 2017 11:29:18 GMT -5
((I assuming the feast is being wrapped up? Are there any announcements McGonagall needs to make?))
((Also, I could see Kaitlyn catching it somewhere down the line. Not being able to do magic would crush her, being a spell maker. That's like being Mozart and losing finger in your hands. I do like to torment my OCs.))
Another grape was popped into her mouth. "Count on it," she said to Ryker's retreating back. Where was he going, anyways? It was not like the feast was over. Weirdo.
Kaitlyn rolled the grape pulp around her mouth sensually, savoring the delicate flavor. A satisfied smile quirked at the edges of her mouth. It was better to let Ryker think he'd won the exchange than to set the record straight. Besides, Kaitlyn knew the truth of what would go down. Probably not what the airhead expected.
"I've already won," she muttered to herself smugly.
What could she say? She loved playing games with people. Kaitlyn was fairly certain that was a quality that Slytherin taught her, rather than being inherent to her personality. Not manipulative, per se, although sadly she did fall into such dishonorable practices on occasion. When people messed with Kaitlyn, things seldom seemed to go according to plan. She saw relationships as a chess board, each play a calculative move toward the end goal. Like a mix between her ambition and logic. In short, Kaitlyn was cunning. Unsurprisingly.
Heat prickled the back of her neck, sixth sense a-tingling. She had the distinct impression someone was staring. Glancing behind her, Kaitlyn's blue eyes met their matching set.
Ned looked furious. And not the kind where he missed a catch in Quidditch. No, this was more like the "I-broke-your-antique-Firebolt" sort of rage. Kaitlyn involuntarily flinched at the unexpected hardness. Besides her brother, she could see Nate whispering urgently.
She was in for it.
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"I can't believe this," Ned whispered furiously. First day back and Kaitlyn was already landing in hot water. "She just can't stop her damn mouth from running!"
He spoke too loudly, gaining the quizzical expressions of a few nearby students. Ned wondered if Kaitlyn could hear him, or simply felt the anger radiating off him in waves, because she jerked slightly at his words. The back of her dark gold head remained held high in defiance.
Ned shook his head resignedly, most of his vexation fled him, leaving only a dull pulse of irritation. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up. "I'll talk to her," he promised his friend weakly. "She's likely to get herself, or him, in serious trouble. Don't be fooled by her innocent countenance. Ryker may be a great duelist, but Kaitlyn is craftier than one might expect."
He felt the pang in his chest once more. So Slytherin.
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