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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 16, 2017 4:15:02 GMT -5
The Thunderbird ❝ If you take the time to listen, you can hear the world say its greeting. ❞ ━ ϟ ϟ ϟ ━ She seemed curious in his familiar's name. How curious. Tilting his head a little like a dog that wasn't sure of what one person was doing, but was interested anyways, trying to make sense of it, Allen kept his fixed bright blue gaze on the girl across from him. Was she genuinely curious or acting the part? Was she into animals or just curious for idle chatter? There were mental notes to make, gathering a quick profile of this female in his head.
Abnormal hair color, seemingly plain everything else, a talent for potions with a bit of bragging, in his opinion and an interest in his cat. Genuinely seeming curious about things, though there was the possibility that she was bored enough to make this kind of conversation with someone she wasn't as familiar with. After all, he didn't know enough about her to know her name.
"Japanese for 'prince'." His tone of voice was soft, as gentler tone added to his quiet voice. He reached his hand up to continue pet the said feline's cheek and under his chin in a particular and tender manner, as if he enjoyed petting Ouji-sama as much as his familiar enjoyed being pet. The name fit him, after all, since he always perched up on Len's shoulder like he was royalty and typically acted in a egoistic manner. Smaller than what you might of thought of a cat, he had a little frame that helped him disappear into the smallest of spaces.
Hawthorne Woods was her name?
Ah, it seemed slightly familiar. But not enough to stand out too much to him. It was an abnormal name to name a child, but he wasn't one to judge by names, it was by personalities and the reactions to their surroundings or circumstances. Allen faintly felt like he might have had a class or two with her before, perhaps a History of Magic class somewhere or a Charms class. Either way, it wasn't an even for him to much pay attention to her. Or perhaps, there was something else that caught his attention if she ever seemed to pop up as an "interesting" character.
There was a bit of a curious demeanor in her actions as she leaned forward, as if quite interested in what he had to say. So she was someone whom seemed to be looking for entertainment until he proposed something that could be of use to her? How interesting. That was pretty much all the information he needed on her, profiling her and categorizing her into his own area within his mind, something that would only make sense to him if he ever tried to explain such a thing.
"I can give a basic profile on those whom I meet, or I can get you something that you could use against someone, for a price. If you want to check on someone, I can make sure to know where they are and what they're doing," As always, he tried to get straight to the point and make his words as efficient as possible, not liking to have to talk. His own voice felt dulled, the more and more he talked and he hated hearing that sort of thing, even if he enjoyed music on his own accords. He wasn't malicious and he wouldn't go and harm someone, but he also wouldn't purposely befriend someone and make himself a very well known person just for the fact of getting more information about them. People showed themselves as open books, even more when they think no one is watching.
And with his vision, no detail was too little for him to not catch. Hearing was one thing, but nothing seemed to get past his eye, like a bird of prey. Fitting, for the ability he possessed and the animal that showed when casting his patronus, a feat he had somehow managed to do, influencing that by becoming an Animagus. Despite not being one much for rules, he had immediately registered as one to avoid any possibility of being sent to Azkaban. The sole reason why he has since hated potions and making them, the process of becoming one literally took him six months to do. The first few attempts resulted in him swallowing the leaf on accident and it took a while for him to adjust to having the Mandrake leaf in his mouth. The first time he actually made it through from full moon to full moon, however, it was a cloudy night and resulted the whole thing ineffective and he had to start over yet again. It was well worth the effort, however, upon transforming and finally getting the process down.
Ouji-sama's paw was felt on his cheek as the feline decided to stretch out a little, his paw ending up on his cheek. Glancing over at the cat, the two made eye contact for quite a large amount of time, almost like a stare-down between the two. The feline eventually won and his blue gaze went back to that of the female in front of him. He preferred the silence, to be fully honest, and had no desire to pick up any conversation.
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Post by shades on Oct 16, 2017 13:58:49 GMT -5
[ so...can i throw back monday to charlie fitzgerald saying daddy two too many times? because i was in class looking at old posts from the witching hour and nearly busted out laughing ]
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Post by koi on Oct 16, 2017 14:07:44 GMT -5
[ i love that i'm drifting around here like a stray cat looking for scraps. i'm lurking af rn. also holy sh*t same shades? i looked at that rp like last week and that part was so funny. ]
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Post by shades on Oct 16, 2017 14:15:21 GMT -5
[ "do you want a cold daddy or a hot daddy" because same.
holy shht it's koi! hello! long time no see! ]
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 16, 2017 14:49:47 GMT -5
( You're our special little trash cat Heffa <3 you're always in here dumpster diving for ham scraps and we're sick and tired of you but there's nothing we can do!)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 15:06:32 GMT -5
{ okay! so! i'm gonna finish my group project thing and then get to work on a starter for the dementors sound good? }
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 16, 2017 15:19:17 GMT -5
(Sounds good!)
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Post by shades on Oct 16, 2017 18:09:37 GMT -5
[ throwback monday: avi and mika is my favorite pairing ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 18:18:43 GMT -5
{ um? you mean avi and rory? }
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Post by shades on Oct 16, 2017 18:22:11 GMT -5
[ oh duh. but i also meant rory and mika
the REAL OTP is Jaime/Nicholls ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 18:23:36 GMT -5
{ JAIME AND NICHOLLS! oh man we should bring them back the A Team }
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 16, 2017 18:28:53 GMT -5
Are you kidding? I think you're forgetting A Java and Gay Marker The only otp))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 18:35:45 GMT -5
{ skylar x rebellion }
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 16, 2017 18:40:32 GMT -5
( hate ship tho: cedric x cordelia )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 19:15:12 GMT -5
{ cedric x cordelia was golden }
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 16, 2017 19:33:26 GMT -5
Rebellion is Skylar's middle name tbh
Also cedric x cordelia filled me with so much joy))
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Post by shades on Oct 16, 2017 19:38:42 GMT -5
[ so my kitten is rolling around under the covers and I'm so confused but it's really adorable? ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 19:47:20 GMT -5
{ getting cozy }
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Post by shades on Oct 16, 2017 20:09:30 GMT -5
[ he was though. then my roomie came home and Sylv got excited again and ran off. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 20:49:01 GMT -5
{ this project is draining me if i don't smash my own fingers with a hammer it'll be a miracle }
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 16, 2017 21:10:31 GMT -5
Group work is A+
Either your groupmates make you do all the work, or make you do the one part of the project that you made it clear you didn't want to do [for me, usually the oral presentation]))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 21:30:33 GMT -5
It took every bit of patience for Beau not to roll his eyes. Daddy issues. Of course. No doubt a dozen other people thought the exact same thing. He felt it in their stares, needle-sharp judgment. Heard it in the mosquito buzz of their whispers. It was a checked box on a list of symptoms:
☑ Arrogant
☑ Bully
☑ Short-temper
☑ Spoiled
☑ Entitled
☐ Slytherin
He had defied that last box, much the confusion of a few. Run down the list. Check the boxes. Review, review, review. But always they would saw the bronze and gold tie and wondered what went wrong. The Sorting Hat was getting old. Too tattered and threadbare to know a Slytherin from a Gryffindor anymore. They’d look at his brothers to see how far the mistake went.
Algernon, the intelligent Ravenclaw. Skipped a grade. Graduated early. Came back only to pass a class he’d failed. That checked out.
Ambrose, the kind Hufflepuff. Another mistake. Brutish-looking with his shaved head and hard stare. Beauregard wasn’t the only one to slip through the cracks, it seemed.
The disease, the root of these symptoms was two words, one big, bold checkmark:
☑ Rich father
That was all people needed for the puzzle pieces to click click click big picture into place. Oh! They’re rich? Well, that explains it, then. His family name was attached to this sentiment like stingers to bees. Everyone knew the Abernathys. One generation after another of rich, spoiled boys with neat black hair and raven dark eyes and enough arrogance to rot fruit if they stood too close for too long. His Uncle Cecil had been the latest of the last batch of Abernathy’s to pass through Hogwarts halls. As bad an apple as they came, or so Beau heard. A rancid, blackened rot personality, that one. The kind of man well-acquainted with detention who graduated by some form of bribery or another. Beau supposed the worm-infested apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
And his father’s imprisonment and terrorist label was a testament to Beau’s own putrid core. You could add that to the list of diseases: criminal father.
Beau could have ranted about it until his larynx caved. Instead, he crossed his arms, let his features melt into apathy, and said, “Apology accepted.”
The apology was far from acceptable, let alone accepted. But Beau hardly felt like starting off the new school year with an hour in detention. So, he pretended that Ryland was off the hook.
The train ride continued in silence underlain by the groaning of wheels and the occasional jostling bump.
And then another bump. The tracks screeched suddenly as it heaved to a grinding halt. Outside, the once-blue sky clouded over with stormclouds, a sight Beau had never seen before. The clouds raced to hide every inch of blue beneath a layer of dark gray.
It was only when frost began to crawl in lacy patterns across the glass that Beau broke the silence at last. “What the hell?” The September air had a bit of a chill to it, but not enough to summon frost. Breath billowed from his lips in a thick white fog, clouding the glass. Goosebumps studded the skin of Beau’s arms. That definitely wasn’t right.
The cold’s teeth sharpened by the second, clawing at whatever inch of skin Beau had to offer. He was shivering, legitimately shivering, in his seat. He was already scouring his brain for an answer when it appeared in the form of a tattered black shape. The thing looked like living, seething darkness. Something torn from the densest shadows of the world. Mercifully, a hood hid its face from sight.
Dementors.
It kept pace easily with the train, quickly joined by more of its kind. The lights struggled to illuminate the compartment, shuddering to life briefly before being extinguished again. Again and again and again. Before finally flickering to darkness for good.
“I don’t think we’re going to start moving again anytime soon.” A shriek echoed somewhere down the car. Probably just some frightened eleven-year-old. Still, a chill shivered down Beau’s spine.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 21:31:18 GMT -5
{ whew! i've finished the starter for the dementors! }
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 16, 2017 21:35:46 GMT -5
[ would you like me to reply with len now or wait for hawthorne? ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 16, 2017 21:40:47 GMT -5
{ you can reply now i'm still busy so i don't think i'll be able to get something done for 'thorne tonight }
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 16, 2017 22:31:44 GMT -5
Gonna test this out, hope it works))
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 16, 2017 23:04:23 GMT -5
( Oh man! the DEMENTORS! i'll try to get a response up tonight but i may not be able to)
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 16, 2017 23:34:36 GMT -5
“I… suppose I wouldn’t like it very much, if I were to have those names.” Giving a slight nod, it was with a peculiar sense of puzzlement that Jane agreed with the girl. To be honest, the Ravenclaw didn’t entirely understand what they were talking about. Certainly, it was an odd topic, and when it came to odd topics, Jane was usually the queen of knowledge… but here, speaking face to face about something of little matter… Well, Jane was beginning to find herself at an utter loss for words. Was there any value to their conversation? Could she learn something from it? Perhaps she was thinking too seriously- no, she most definitely was. But that didn’t change the fact of the matter. Jane’s time of casual chatter was drawing to a close.
Pulling a flinch of a smile, it wasn’t long before the words began to stream by her ears with little response coming to greet them. She smiled and nodded- occasionally letting out a hum to emphasize her reactions, but all the while saying little as she let her hands wander through the downy layers of her owl’s feathers. After all, what could she say? She was beginning to wonder this, but above all else, she was beginning to wonder how she would do when it came to folding origami.
You’ve never been good at arts and crafts…
Thinking this, she felt a hint of a frown begin to pull at the corners of her rose-pink lips. Yes, while Jane was a brilliant girl, there was no denying the fact that her intelligence only went as far as to cover the academics. When it came to physical matters, one could say that Jane was as poorly learned as a rat, and in Jane’s opinion, origami was a physical matter.
Swallowing down a ball of nerves as she watched Jasadja dart from the room, it wasn’t long before the girl was left stewing with her owl. Upon her lap, she could feel the soft and steady breaths of Lavena, who was apparently tired from her earlier performance. It was calming, seeing the troublesome animal resting so sound for once, and as she drew gentle hands down the creature’s spine, she felt herself loosen into her seat… only to jolt ridged once more as her company returned, and this time… with the biggest cat that Jane had ever laid eyes on.
That’s not even a cat…!
Staring with moon-huge eyes at the striped feline below, Jane had nearly forgot about Jasadja, only until the sound of her luggage being stacked began to pluck at her interest once more. With a stubborn hesitation, it was a time before Jane managed to drag her gaze away from the animal, and towards her company once more.
“You have a very large cat,” she stated finally, her words coated with a childish awe, and her features beaming accordingly so. “I have never seen a cat that big…!” Ducking down, her robes enveloping the bird upon her lap, she once more peered at the tabby with eyes near enthralled, only to sit upright again when an irritable hiss came muffled from her lap. But it wasn’t long before the cat was forgotten, because soon Jasadja was folding, and Jane was left curiously entranced.
How can she do that? She had to wonder this as she watched the girl’s hands and studied how they worked. Beneath her fingertips, the paper was disappearing- soon transformed into nothing but a simple bird. Jane had watched all of it, and yet still, she found herself curious (and ever so slightly worried). Could she replicate such an action? She supposed not, even with a great amount of faith, but... it was worth a try.
“That’s fantastic…” she murmured after a time, her dark gaze pooling with a sappy admiration. “I don’t know if I can recreate it…”
With her palm still resting atop the shoulders of her pet, who sat glaring at the feline newcomer, it was a moment before Jane finally extended a hand, and tapped a finger to the beak of the bird. It was so small- so delicate- and it jolted with her touch, making her jump with worry in her seat. But she had not long to admire it, nor even a moment to worry about it. The cabin was getting dark.
Blinking rapidly, Jane was silent as her attention flicked towards the window. It had been sunny only a moment before- pleasant and blue- but now… What had happened? Suddenly, there was nothing but a boiling sky and a gathering cold, and as she scrunched her brows, she was left speechless a heavy frost began to spread across the glass- a latticework of spider’s webbing, unfurling ever wider.
Then… Then the train was staggering to a halt, and Jane knew only one thing, above all else. She didn’t want to be on that train anymore.
“Jasadja… What’s happening…?”
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 16, 2017 23:47:14 GMT -5
The Thunderbird ❝ If you take the time to listen, you can hear the world say its greeting. ❞ ━ ϟ ϟ ϟ ━ The calm trip of the train ride seemed to be interrupted.
The quick halt of the train had taken both Allen and Ouji-sama by surprise, the feline's claws being dug instantly into his shoulders. A small wince as his blue quickly shifted to his feline familiar, he gently brushed all four paws away from the fabric of his black shirt with a bit of annoyance showing in his eyes. He was not a fan of pain and wasn't too happy when he had to deal with a scratch or bite mark. Nevertheless, he didn't seem aggressive towards the cat in any way, it was his natural reaction to hold on when about to fall, whatever that material under him may be.
It appeared that the train had stopped. The obvious question of 'why' was soon answered as the air around him became more chilled, a peculiar design gliding across the glass of the window, his breath coming out in white wisps of frozen air. Even for September, this was a brash sudden change and an abnormal chill for such a month that was just after a warm season coming to an end. Curiosity flashed in his eyes for a brief moment as he attempted to look out the window, a bit of the emotion of wonder crossing his face.
The lights had been flicked out and he was thrown into complete darkness in the compartment. There was a sense in comfort as Ouji-sama curled on his shoulders, butting his head against his cheek once more, as if to let him know that he was still there. Why did they stop? It was completely strange and abnormal, out of all the years that he had gone to Hogwarts, this hadn't happened. Peculiar.
A frightened shriek came to Allen's ears and he snapped his head up a little with a jolt, his blue eyes starting to where he assumed the door to the compartment was. Ah, probably someone deciding to pull a prank on some poor girl or perhaps younger male upon the train. The darkness must have spread to more than just his compartment, and someone most likely took the opportunity to scare one of the younger students. Predictable, as always. Perhaps the train had broken down, somehow?
No. People were getting on the train. Information that took the seventeen year old by surprise. He was completely unsure of what would cause such a thing. However, the signs were beginning to add up as he faintly recalled from last year's lesson on Dementors. Still, a part of his mind didn't feel like it fit for such a creature to be on board a train filled with school children of all things. Wouldn't they be too dangerous? Perhaps it was something else that Allen was thinking of. Dementors drained the enjoyment and happiness out of the air, all light and joy being sucked from the areas that they were within, if he recalled the information correctly, which he was absolutely sure that he did.
Sure enough, a dark figure formed as it seemed to linger by the compartment, his eyes faintly being able to make out the darker figure against the area that seemed to lack any light. His blue eyes immediately went over to the girl sitting across from him. "Do you know how to cast the Patronus Charm?" He kept his voice level and calm, unsure of why such creatures were on the train and if worse were to come to worse, he'd attempt to use his knowledge to keep those nasty creatures away.
However, he couldn't stop the feeling of his heart racing or his hands growing clammy. Quickly and nimbly a wand had found its way into Allen's right hand. Rigid in flexibility, a redwood wand with a dragon heartstring core, this was the wand he had since his first year and he planned on keeping it that way for quite a long time. His hand gripped it a bit tightly while his left hand went up to pet Ouji-sama, finding comfort in the cat staying perched upon his shoulders.
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Post by koi on Oct 17, 2017 0:32:59 GMT -5
{ JAIME AND NICHOLLS! oh man we should bring them back the A Team } hey? do this
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