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Post by remus on Mar 12, 2011 15:12:08 GMT
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Post by AMY SEE on Mar 13, 2011 14:31:21 GMT
 
The class had not started yet, and Amy was over near one of the walls chatting with a group of friends when she overheard laughter, and a quick glance to her left showed her two Slytherin boys, and a girl. The girl was a Slytherin too, from what Amy knew, and she cocked an eyebrow at the scene. They were ganging up on their own housemate, a sight that was rare, and Amy's heart went out for the girl, who had walked away and towards Harry Potter of all people, who was talking to Professor Lupin and Lily Potter. Amy shook her head slightly, thinking, muttering to herself, "good luck girl." Everyone knew that Slytherins and Gryffindors hated each other, and there were particular people in each house that the other houses tended to all dislike, for various reasons. So to see a Slytherin openly walk over and try to engage a Gryffindor, well, that was a sight.
With a small grimace, Amy turned back to her friends to tune herself back into the conversation, but her curiousity got the best of her. Now she wanted to know what happened to make these two Slytherins turn on their own. The girl looked nice enough, suprisingly, not bitter or nose-upturned like the other Slytherins. Amy glanced back at the girl again, who was twiddling her thumbs now, then groaned inwardly for giving into to her curiosity and excused herself from her friends. It was obvious that this particular Slytherin wanted nothing to do with her housemates, and Amy hated to see someone standing off alone by themselves, knowing that she could possibly make a friend. So tucking her wand into her robe, pocket, Amy made her way over to the girl, coming up next to her but far enough away from the Professors nearby that she wasnt nosing into their conversation.
"Hey." Amy gave the girl a friendly smile, then tucked her hands into her pockets, studying the girl. Amy recognized her from class, and knew she was in the same year, but had she had never really gotten to know the girl. There were only two or three Slytherins Amy could actually stand. Being a Gryffindor, they all wanted to hate her without even knowing her. "I'm Amy See." It was obvious this Slytherin wanted nothing to do with her housemates, and looked lonely standing over there by herself. And Harry was busy talking with him mum and Professor Lupin. So Amy smiled at the girl again, hoping that she was right in her assumption that she was different, not like her other housemates, and hoping to avoid an argument.
 TAG ?! serena
NOTES ?! hope you dont mind me butting in
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0 <3
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Post by SERENA ELSIE ROSIER on Mar 13, 2011 15:47:22 GMT
As the Gryffindor girl was approaching Serena she couldn't help but notice see Professor Lupin sort of berate her housemates for their annoying behavior. She fought the urge to smirk and settled for laughing vindictively to herself. Now hopefully they wouldn't bother her anymore. She'd warned Kerl that there were two Professors in the room and now look where his stupid prejudices got him and Fabien not that she cared one way or another if they got in trouble.
Serena looked away from her housemates returned the older Gryffindor's smile. She knew she was in the same year as her since they had some of the same classes together. Serena hadn't bothered to continue with any electives for the rest of her Hogwarts education...except for Care of Magical Creatures. She thought Ancient Runes and Arithmancy was hard. She took Divination once and dropped it at the end of the year because she thought it was stupid. "Nice to meet you, Amy. I'm Serena Rosier. I think I've seen you in a few of my classes."she said.
While she waited for Amy to reply she for some reason felt the urge to rub it in Kerl's face that he was in trouble. She didn't like him at all and he'd probably insult her again if she said something. But she'd warned him and just brushed her off like what she said hadn't been important. But, now here was a Professor reprimanding him for his behavior. She faced the two Slytherins again. "What did I tell you, Kerl? Don't try to pick a fight with me when there are Professors in the room or EVER for that matter."she said to him.
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Post by LILY JANE POTTER on Mar 13, 2011 16:43:30 GMT
Lily finished making a note of the spells they should start the class with; as Remus spoke she smiled at him ‘No Remus I was planning on not teaching them anything other than the disarming spell’
[/b] she said sarcastically at his comment about the later classes, before giving him a wide grin, ‘your right though, it will be a good way to observe the levels within the class,’ she added as a second thought. She stood up with the list of spells in her hand, glancing at Harry who claimed his father coming to Hogwarts would be over kill. She smiled at Harry, ‘To be more than honest Harry I would not be surprised’[/b] she replied, ‘you know how he gets’ she added flashing Remus a knowing smile. James had an over protective streak in him, Lily found it endearing but also incredibly annoying as well, after all she wasn’t a china doll and could protect herself perfectly well. Lily’s eyes narrowed as Harry let his tongue run away with him, he was just a boy and didn’t know what danger was out there, it hurt her to hear him talk about the dark side the way he did. He needed to know, she and James were going to have to talk to him. She didn’t want him to be frightened by the truth, but he had to know, and hopefully then he wouldn’t be so blasé about you know who. ‘Harry!’ Lily reprimanded, ‘Don’t say his name like that’ she said referring to Harrys cool use of the name Voldemort. The name sent a chill down Lily, the thought of what might have happened if they hadn’t been warned all those years ago often woke Lily in a cold sweat. She knew it was hard for Harry to understand now, but the family had been so close to death it didn’t bare thinking about. The next few moments were completely surreal to Lily, one moment she was about to start the class the next she heard her name being shouted across the hall, before being roughly pulled into the arms of a familiar person. Her lips were smothered by someone else’s; luckily she realized it was James before she pulled her wand on the culprit. ‘JAMES!' Lily said indigently pushing him away with her hands, her green eyes quickly gazed around the room, looking to see if any damage had been done. It was not professional to be caught being intimate with anyone, moreover it made her look less of a professional figure and she couldn’t risk the students thinking she didn’t need to be respected. She rolled her eyes at him as he gave his hap hazard explanation to his sudden appearance, ‘James!’ she said again with exasperation, ‘we are fine, honestly there’s no need to panic!’ Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath, there was no reason for her to get angry with him after all he was doing it out of concern for the families safety. On the other hand there was no need for him to come to Hogwarts and openly express his concern for the family. It wasn't doing anyone favours and Lily worried if the students thought the professors were scared it would cause more of a panic. ‘Well the class would be going well if we’d started it’ [/b]she said raising an eyebrow at her husband, ‘if you’re going to be here for a while can we hold this conversation until the lesson has finished? If you want you can take part, maybe you will learn something’[/b] she added with a cheeky smile, before turning to Remus ‘shall we get started?’. TAG. Open to all students, WORDS. 653 MUSIC. Random Musical Music NOTES. sorryy its soo crap. CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by COLDEN DIMITRIOUS VANIA KERL on Mar 14, 2011 18:32:45 GMT
Aw the p-p-p-por st-st-stuttering traitor; it was almost enough to make him feel bad for her; sadly though it wasn't quite enough and he held back a laugh at how utterly pathetic she was. How could someone like her have ever been considered as a Slytherin? It was insulting and made his blood boil; when the duels started he would show her how superior he was to her; that someone like her didn't hold any power. He was sure Fabian felt the same way after all he couldn't think of many elite Slytherins like themselves who didn't want little Rosier dead, she was a traitor and was as low as the mudbloods that walked the walls of Hogwarts. One day the Dark Lord would have supreme power; more then he did now and people like her and her precious mudblood pets would be made to suffer.
Serene seemed to not wish to chat with them any more as she walked off like the coward that she was. Honestly did she have a backbone at all? Where was the fighting spirit in her? He wasn't best pleased with her walking away and it irked him a lot, he didn't like being ignored or having people so casually walk away from him; it was rude and pure defiance. His blood began to boil even more and he slipped his hand into his pocket; taking his wand out and gripping it tightly. He wanted her to pay, he wanted her to suffer and see that he wasn't the sort of person to be messed with. Screw the teachers and other students he wanted her blood and he wanted it now. Images of the mudblood kids that he was forced to share a home and room with flashed in his mind's eye; of those who had called him a freak and had not wanted to play with him. Those who had abandoned him time and time again and had not cowered in fear of his power. It was a far stretch to compare what Rosier had done to his abandonment issues but in a small way he did feel abandoned. He had been having fun and had been enjoying himself and she'd had the gall to walk away from him.
The grip on his wand got tighter and he could hear the incantation of the spell screaming in his head. He would have respect and he wouldn't let some traitorous bitch ruin that for him. "I'm sure she will come to realise the severity of her lack on judgement in who she aligns herself with." He replied through gritted teeth. He was beyond angry and his hair was darkening as a result of it. He had to make her pay in some way or another; cursing her would give him a small amount of pleasure but it would be short lived, there had to be some other way to make her pay for her defiance and for ignoring him. It was probably a little childish and pathetic and he didn't doubt for a moment what Fabien was probably thinking about him suddenly snapping like he had after Serene walked away. It was only after Fabien shared his disgust at being touched by the traitor that an idea popped into his head; an idea so twisted that he was sure even the Dark Lord himself would be proud. You know I think the traitor may have cottoned on to something with her little mudblood friends”
He was about to share his idea when Professor Lupin butted in with his concerning and annoying question. Putting his wand hand behind his back he put on his innocent face that could melt butter and smiled tenderly at the professor. "No there won't be a problem professor. Just a few friends having a bit of fun that's all." Stupid nosy professor putting his stupid prying nose where it wasn't wanted. And it seemed Rosier was quick to jump on the professors wagon and decided to be stupid enough to rub it in his face. "If I were you I'd wipe that smirk off your face before I wipe it off for you. Did she honestly think that having someone like Lupin give him a warning was going to have much of an effect? "The only reason you won't fight me is because you are a coward and you know you wouldn't be able to beat someone like me" That was it he was going to kill her, even if he had to do it with his own bare hands in the stupid muggle fashion that he often saw on TV; he didn't care how she died just as long as he was the one to do it. Heck he'd even push her off a bridge if that worked and he wasn't afraid to use the killing curse if she pushed him to it. The Dark Lord had taught them all how to use the so called 'forbidden curses' and he wasn't afraid to use it; just that it would be inconvenient to do so without exposing what he was and risking revealing the location of his Lord. "Tell me Fabien; what do you think of the idea of having mudbloods as pets?" He was sure the conversation would spark something in Serene and that's just what he wanted; her torture wouldn't just be physical, he was going to go for all three, he would break her down and he would make her scream
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cause you’re awesome, open
they’re all, 941
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ this is going to be awesome ”
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Mar 16, 2011 3:29:25 GMT
 HE’S A REAL NOWHERE MANSITTING IN HIS NOWHERE LANDMAKING ALL HIS NOWHERE PLANS FOR NOBODY When he had been starring in the direction of the Slytherin's, his eyes had come in contact with one in particular. He knew this boy, or at least, knew of him. He was Fabien Lestrange; the first born son of known Death Eater's Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange. As a matter of fact, his uncle Rabastan was a Professor teaching here at the school. Something a lot of parents were not too thrilled about. But Professor Lestrange was spewing words of change and seeing the errors of his ways. Was he to be trusted? Professor Dumbledore seemed to think so, and for most, that was enough. Harry however felt that the newly instated Professor should have the same amount of trust as Snape; little.
The fifteen-year-old really couldn't explain it. Something about the older boy just sent chills down his spine; causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Of course, he wasn't about to show that. His face was impassive, save for the contentment which he openly displayed when in the presence of any Slytherin. Just as they displayed it for him. However, the other boy seemed to call his attention, and Fabien turned to him. Harry himself turned his attention back to his mother and Lupin; feeling slightly out of place. None of his friends had yet to show up, and he was considering just slipping out; even though his mother had made it clear he was to attend. Of course he knew how his father got! A small look of displeasure crossed the young man's face; however he felt it wise to hold his tongue. In all honesty, he was surprised his Dad hadn't just appeared at the school the very second the girl had been attacked. He would have figured his father would have been in the first available chimney and on his way to Hogwarts.
A small frown appeared on his face. He looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Professor Dumbledore says his name… He said ‘fear of a name creates fear of the thing itself’.” He pointed out to her. Of course, Harry hadn’t grown up in a time of fear, wondering if he was going to get a ‘special’ visit in the middle of the night or see his family alive again. He’d only had one year of life in those dark times, and he’d been nothing but a happy baby; just learning to walk and speak. He looked at Remus, a defensive look on his face “I’ll have you know I didn’t do anything to deserve that detention! It was Peeves who done it.” He said. “That stupid Caretaker just came running up a secret passage screaming something about ‘befouling the castle’ and dragged me physically down to his office.” He said; the shadow of a pout on his face.
He really wasn’t sure how to go about talking with Serena. He usually tried to avoid Slytherin’s at all costs. So imagine his surprise to find her willingly standing next to him, attempting to engage him in conversation. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Harry.” He said. He had no doubt that she already knew his surname, so there really wasn’t any reason for him to give it. There was something different about her; from the other Slytherin’s of course. She seemed… more human. He knew for a fact that the attack on the girl had hit her hard. He could easily remember the devastated look on her features as they were first told. Figuring he would be nice and attempt to be civil, he was about to open his mouth and speak with her when he felt strong, large hands enclose around his arm. Before he could so much as pull out his wand, he felt himself being crushed against a hard chest, arms encircling him in a tight hug.
With his own arms effectively pinned to his side, the only thing Harry could do was stand there with wide eyes; stunned into complete silence. It took him only a few more seconds for him to realize that the scent that was currently wafting into his nose was his father’s, and that it was his voice that was speaking into his hair before a kiss was planted. It was roughly around that time that Harry realized just what exactly was going on… and just where exactly they were. Emerald green eyes widening further, he started to make an effort to push his Dad off. “Dad! Bloody Hell, gerroff!” he said, his voice slightly muffled from being crammed in the tight embrace. He could feel the back of his neck and his ears burning; knowing he was blushing a brilliant red. Great, just what he needed… He’d never be able to live this down! The Slytherin’s would make sure of that!
Not quite soon enough though, his father was releasing him. Harry was vaguely aware of the stern tone of his father’s voice and the words he uttered. He stood there in complete horror, his head shaking from side to side slightly. That was it! His Dad lost it… Both of his parents were mad! “Something better happen within the next five minutes or I’ll be the laughing stock of the entire castle for the rest of the school year.” He said his voice small and weak. If his Dad was going to be here as well, there was no way he was staying the entire time. This whole Dueling Club hadn’t even started and it was turning out to be a complete and total nightmare! Maybe he should have just gone to bed early this night instead…
tagging Lily, Remus, James, Fabien, and other students
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lyrics nowhere man by THE BEATLES
notes Poor Harry, lol
credits this was made by PARTY POISON
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Post by AMY SEE on Mar 19, 2011 14:32:10 GMT
Upon hearing Harry mumble somewhere off to her right, Amy glanced over, only to see Harry engulfed in a giant bear hug by his dad, and then kissed on the head. Her hand flew to her mouth and she had to stifle a giggle amd avert her eyes, so as to not draw attention to the scene. Not that it wasn't charming to see James and his son Harry, it really was. But Amy herself would never let herself be caught giving any or receiving any kind of affection from her parents. Not that she didnt love them; they got along great and everything, but everyone knew the kind of social hit you took being seen like that. Not wanting to call Harry out or draw attention to him, she instead caught his eye and winked at him, before mouthing "aww", then glancing around to see if anyone else had saw before turning back to Serena.
Amy smiled at the Slytherin, then shrugged slightly. "Yea we've had many classes together, for seven years now." Amy chuckled lightly, then crossed her arms and leaned slightly against the wall, watching as Serena turned and snapped at another Slytherin, and then Amy put the dots together. It was obvious that this girl was an outcast in her house, at least to the two other Slytherins standing closeby. Amy knew who they were, she tried to stay away from them herself. She wasnt Muggleborn, so she wasnt a target for their bullying, but everyone knew that they were trouble. And the last thing that Amy wanted was conflict, whether with her or anyone else. But she slipped her hand into her pocket and gripped her wand, just in case. "I hope this starts soon." She whispered to Serena. "I love dueling. Are you any good?" Naturally, if they were going to partner up, Amy was going to be quick to find an area for her and her Serena to duel. Better that than her be partnered with Fabien or Colben. Amy shuddered at the thought.
TAG ?! serena
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CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0 <3
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Post by HANNAH ROSE ABBOTT on Mar 22, 2011 2:53:14 GMT
The word had spread quickly throughout the walls of Hogwarts about that muggle born girl that had been attacked by some type of monster. Hannah couldn't honestly say that she wasn't shook up about the attack. True, she didn't know who the younger girl was that was attacked. But, it was just the fact that the girl was attacked in Hogwarts that made all the difference. She even visited the girl in the Hospital Wing once after she heard the news. Being petrified was a scary thought for her, especially not being aware of what was going on and everything. She wondered that night if the girl had even saw the rumored monster coming. It would have been such a strange feeling to be attacked by something you couldn't even see. After that thought, she made a mental note to always be careful of her own surroundings.
Admittedly, she shouldn't have been afraid of anything. The monster attacked a muggle born. Hannah was a half blood, which meant that she wasn't in any present danger. But, given her state of mind, she always wondered what would happened if half bloods were attacked next. That certainly gave her enough of fright. Certainly Dumbledore wouldn't allow a monster to attack anymore, shouldn't he stop it? While it did seem like a far-stretched idea even to her, Dumbledore couldn't possibly allow it. Nevertheless, she saw a flyer for a Dueling club meeting soon after the attack. She figured that it would be a good idea to go. Even if her fears were unfounded, at least the extra practice could possibly be good for her self-confidence. Maybe the spells could help her finally defend herself from a bully? Nevertheless, it seemed like a good opportunity to her.
Hannah descended a staircase in the Hufflepuff Common Room, leaving from her dorm room. She had just placed her bag up in the dorm room. Since it was the dueling club, she figured that she didn't need anything besides her wand. Tucking her wand into her robe's pocket, she noticed that the common room was pretty bare. There were some students around, mainly younger years from what she could tell. Shrugging to herself, she departed from the room, and out into the corridor. She knew what time the meeting was supposed to take place. But, to draw less attention to herself, she wanted to arrive only a little bit before the meeting was to begin. Since the meeting was not exactly a class, she essentially didn't feel the need to be exceptionally early.
Climbing up a set of stairs, Hannah was already on the ground floor. Turning a corner, she entered the Great Hall. Immediately, she noticed that the house tables were pushed to the side. The more room for practicing was always helpful. Hopefully the extra room would decrease the probability of getting hit by a rogue spell. Turning her attention to the students in the room at large, she continued to walk through the Great Hall. She noticed the two Slytherin boys, carefully walking past them with plenty of distance between them. While she wasn't automatically enemies with everyone in Slytherin, it wasn't hard for her to notice that most of her bullies seemed to come from the Slytherins. Indeed, it wasn't the best statistic for the Slytherin house, but it was simply true.
Continuing through the sea of faces, Hannah looked around quietly, trying to see if she knew anyone. Out of all of the students she saw thus far, she didn't recognize. Deciding to press onward, she made her way to where the Professors made a make shift stage. Just as she was approaching, she noticed Harry with his mother and Professor Lupin. There was another man there hugging Harry, who she assumed was Harry's father. After all, she highly doubted that Harry would let just about anyone hug him, especially strangers. Take a look at what just happened for example. While there were rumors of a monster attacking the students, they still had no real idea since no one witnessed the attack. It could have been anything or anyone attacking the students. But, she assumed that Harry knew what he was doing. Seeing his father hug him, she held back to wait for them to stop. It was likely that Harry would be embarrassed by that show of affection, and he probably didn't need anyone else to clearly witness the show of affection.
So, Hannah diverted her gaze, and took another sweep of the room with her hazel eyes. The room was indeed very expansive with the tables out of the way. Yes, it seemed like a perfect room for the dueling club to meet. Besides Harry, she didn't recognize a soul in that room. It was a sad fact, but at least it wasn't as bad as being in a room with so much hostility towards her. Now that would certainly be worse, and probably end up even worse for her. Checking slightly over her shoulder, she noticed that Harry and his dad finished hugging. His father seemed to have moved on to Professor Potter now. It was scenes like that that she was thankful that her parents didn't try to come to Hogwarts and teach the students. While it would be fun to have them around, she wouldn't like the extra set of eyes over her back all the time.
Deciding that it was a good time now, Hannah turned around and walked over to where Harry was with the two Professors. She smiled to both adults, trying not to ruin their own conversations on probably important matters. Turning to Harry, she smiled to him as well. "Hi Harry," she greeted her fellow fifth year. "I hope I haven't missed anything yet?" she asked. She most likely already knew the answer, but it was helpful to get confirmation of it. If there was anything worse than drawing attention to herself for being early, it was drawing attention to herself for being late. She never liked being late, and always hoped to be on time.
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Post by FABIEN LESTRANGE on Mar 22, 2011 4:05:06 GMT
 
Bloodlust or not, wand arm itching to raise or not, he at least had the presence of mind to control himself. Was everyone else incapable of it as well? The Potter family seemed to be having a happy little reunion. For how annoyed their mudblood professor looked at her husband Fabien could see the hint of pleasure in her eyes--she hadn’t really been angry. How quaint. His eyes glazed over, leaving the scene as it really mattered very little to him. Let them make fools of themselves; he didn’t care. All he could do was hope that eventually the basilisk would claim that mudblood bitch as its victim, preferably even its first, and the world would be rid of her presence. Having patience in the matter of waiting for Slytherin’s monster to do its work... was something that he really, truly despised having to exert. Were that they had their way.. were that the Dark Lord was a bit more successful at taking over the Ministry and had gotten more done in the way of what he could only assume to be the eventual plan. ...But that took time, he supposed. Everything took time. And normally a decently patient person, Fabien was slowly beginning to understand why some people couldn’t exert an ounce of it.
What he truly didn’t understand and certainly had no patience for was how Kerl was acting. Acknowledging Serena Rosier would encourage her to continue making a fool out of herself which was, perhaps, a valid plan and one he didn’t particularly care about—but Fabien was not stupid and utterly unobservant like the majority of the occupants of Hogwarts. His gaze darkened spectacularly. Accepting Colden as a rather freshly acceptable acquaintance, as opposed to the frank disdain he’d held for him in their first years at Hogwarts, was something he rather hoped wouldn’t be dashed as quickly as the boy seemed inclined to make it to happen. Fabien’s free right hand made a grab for the front of his housemate’s shirt in an attempt to pull him a bit closer, to perhaps the distance of about a foot. “Kerl.” The word left his mouth in a hissed whisper under his breath. “I’ll gladly tell you exactly what I think elsewhere. Are you trying to demonize yourself and make a scene?” He despised being on the spotlight.
They were hated enough already without the added tension that he had unthinkingly taken part of; he should have known that it would escalate to outside of the vector that had been the three Slytherin yearmates to include more or less the entire room, or anyone whose eyes had flashed in the direction of Rosier or Kerl and himself; internally, he seethed, releasing Kerl’s collar, but still talking under his breath so as to not allow it to carry. “Mark my words: I am no coward, and I would be very much willing to see which of us would ‘beat’ the other.” Perhaps he was being a bit too... terse with Colden, but he particularly disliked the current situation... on his own he tended to stay under the radar, as much as someone... like himself could, and he was rapidly coming to resent his ‘dear friend.’ Lithe fingers raised to the collar of his own robes, pulling it out in front of him swiftly to straighten it out as he cracked his neck to the side. The jokes, in ill humor that they were, had failed to get any real response from the eldest Lestrange child besides a faint twitch of his upper lip. 
Wordcount;;, 857
Lyrics;;, Cesse la pluie, Anggun
Notes;;, Terrible but at least it's something...
Credits;;, me.
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Post by ETHAN SEVERIN SNAPE on Mar 30, 2011 17:20:19 GMT
  "Yeah, and you can suck my cock. Don't worry, it wasn't an offer," Ethan hissed at the Hufflepuff that looked affronted at his reply to some idiot Ravenclaw whom was insulting him about his eyes. Yet again someone had to make fun of his bleeding eyes. He knew that they were different. Not many people had one eye color of one color and one of another. But it wasn't like he could control the fact that he had one black eye and one green. He hated it. He had heard of people with his condition before, but most of the time they had one blue eye and one green eye or one brown eye and one blue eye. He had never heard of anyone aside from him that had one eye which was black and one which was green. Pursing his lips, he slammed past a Hufflepuff first year, nearly knocking him on the ground in the process. "Watch it, twerp!" he spat with venom, scaring the first year into tears. Rolling his eyes, he considered the fact that first years were simply too easy to scare nowadays. Maybe even too easy to scar. He didn't understand why someone would be terrified of him. It wasn't like he resembled Frankenstien's monster like Crabbe and Goyle did. Sighing, he wondered if he had made the right choice in deciding to go to the dueling club. There were a lot more productive things he could be doing like his Herbology essay that he was leaving until last minute, but he shrugged that off. Then again, he didn't really feel like dealing with people. Perhaps, it would be better simply to turn on his heel and return to the Slytherin Common Room. That way he could enjoy some peace and quiet without having to put up with the rampant stupidity that was only far too common at Hogwarts. However, his feet wouldn't obey his mind's command and he kept walking to the infernal Great Hall where the dueling club was meeting. He cursed himself for his own stubborn nature. Why couldn't he just concede defeat? He knew why. He would never give up on anything he insisted he'd try. As such, he was walking toward the Great Hall prepared for an evening of headaches and wailing. He was pretty sure some stupid person was going to hex their own nose off, and someone would get sent to the hospital wing. Not to mention one of his Slytherin cohorts would probably get detention for trying to use some curse they shouldn't have on a Gryffindor, someone might end up getting hexed to have antlers, and people would be screaming their heads off like a bunch of immature five year olds. Yes, he could see why he had chosen to come here. Sighing, he messaged his temples. He had the feeling that tonight was going to be a long bloody night. One that he didn't even want to endure, but fate wouldn't let him skip it for whatever reason. Fate was rude like that. Ethan Severin Snape finally arrived at the Great Hall and peered into the hall before entering. He saw some familiar faces. There was St. Potter, of course, the twit - some Slytherins he knew, and a few Hufflepuffs. Maybe a Ravenclaw or two that evaded his attention. Well, so much for his sanity. He was going to plunge into the madness, head first. There was some scattered chattering, some Professor blithering on about things that probably didn't matter all too much to him or to anyone else that was in the room, and lots of bored expressions. Lovely. Ethan looked to see whom was orchestrating the event. He rolled his eyes disdainfully at all of them aside from his father. Lily bleeding heart Potter? Remus compassionate werewolf Lupin? Jonathan moody look-a-like Quinn? Oh, this would just be precious. The tall fourth year pushed past some of the people already gathered there, ascertaining looks of annoyance at his rudeness, but he didn't particularly care what they thought of him. It wasn't like he was alive simply to please those morons. Appeasing people wasn't something he did very well unless it was in class, then he tended to impress Professors with his immense knowledge on a number of topics. Something which he thanked his father for. Ethan had been reading from a young age and had amassed a ton of knowledge as a result, some of which he was sure that not even the Ravenclaws knew. As smart as some of them were, some of them were more idiotic than Hufflepuffs. He didn't really know how 'wise' all the Ravenclaws were. He snorted at that thought. The Slytherin boy stood off in a corner, surrounded by other students, but as far away as possible as he humanly could be. He didn't want to splinch himself in a harried attempt at apparition, but he didn't want to be anywhere near them, either. He didn't want to be among them because he wasn't one of them. He was so much better than they were. He was part Prince whereas they were simply a bunch of moronic twits that wouldn't know what hit them if their pupils were dilated to their fullest extent. Shaking his head, he brushed a stray strand of ebony hair from his eyes. He was so sick of people worrying about everything from the attack that had just happened to what color of nail polish they should wear the next day. There was no point in worrying about the mundane or about things that couldn't be changed. So why did people bother to bug others with their petty fears? It made no sense to him. Then again, few people did.  Tagged; open, foos.
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Post by GINNY MOLLY WEASLEY on Mar 30, 2011 20:15:30 GMT
SHE'S THE SYMBOL OF RESISTANCE ♫
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Very few people at Hogwarts could say they didn’t shiver when they thought of that poor, petrified Muggle-born. Ginny was never one to divulge in rumors and gossip, and at first, she had trouble believing such a thing had actually happened. But, it was obvious that even the professors were fearful, or at least, cautious now. This had been all the evidence the redhead needed to confirm the rumors as true. She was taken aback by it, and frightened. Someone in Slytherin House was up to no good; but this wasn’t a mere prank, but lives of Muggle-born students were at risk. Ginny wasn’t sure how threatened she was, or how threatened her brothers were for that matter, but the thought of losing them made her want to tear up. So, when she’d heard of the Dueling Club, she’d decided to attend immediately. The professors in charge would be sure to instruct them on defense, Ginny was positive of that.
Sending a hand nervously through the ends of her long red hair, the youngest Weasley child walked into the Great Hall hesitantly, taking in the sight of the room. All of the tables had been pushed to the side, for more room, she assumed. And, quite a few of Hogwarts’ students had already arrived. With brown eyes filled with hope, Ginny began scanning the crowd of students, hoping to find a friend or a familiar face from her house, Gryffindor. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to know anyone here. Besides Professor Potter or course, and her son, Harry. As she watched him speak from afar, Ginny smiled, wishing they could be a bit more friendly. But, he was an entire year ahead of her. To some, perhaps that wasn’t the biggest deal. But, her brothers, Ron especially, frowned on her talking with boys, especially older ones. Harry was kind though; they exchanged casual helloes in the Great Hall during meals and on other occasions.
Expelling the thought from her mind, Ginny stood in silence for a few moments, deciding to lose herself in other thoughts. She couldn’t help but wonder what her Mum and Dad were up to. She was curious as to what The Burrow was like with all of the Weasley kids absent. Dad probably kept busy, with the Ministry working double time as of now. At the thought of her family, Ginny’s head perked up and she began to search again, hoping to perhaps spot on of her older brothers. To her surprise, none of them were present. She’d assumed that Fred, George and even Ron would enjoy Dueling Club.
A few of the Slytherins in the room were a bit frightening. She couldn’t help but wonder if one of them was this “heir” the writing on the wall had spoken of. Perhaps the culprit wasn’t a member of Slytherin, but anyone who had a prejudice against Muggle-borns had to be in Slytherin house, she thought. Ginny wasn’t about to go asking around; that could prove to be dangerous. Instead, it’d probably be best to let the professors handle it. Dumbledore was always on top of things; he’d solve this problem.
Despite knowing that the Dueling Club’s purpose was to train them to combat whatever was threatening the school, Ginny didn’t want to think about the catastrophe. She loved Hogwarts dearly and wanted to enjoy her time here. It was the safest place in the Wizarding World; even it was safe from the Dark Lord, who never seemed to be lurking around. Wanting to focus on the club, the Weasley daughter was curious as to what they’d be practicing. Blocking and disarming spells perhaps? That seemed like a logical place to start. But, she wasn’t the expert here. Professors Potter and Lupin were. Both of them seemed rather busy and she didn’t want to intrude on the family moment between Harry, Professor Potter and a man she assumed was Mr. Potter.
Her curiosity and excitement for the lesson got the better of her, unfortunately. Building up her courage, the redhead made a few steps across the room and approached her professor and her family. “Excuse me Professor, sorry for interrupting,” she started, gaining a bit of confidence. “I was just wondering what you’re planning on teaching us, today.” Ginny did her best to sound soft and calm; she hoped she wasn’t repeating someone another had aksed.
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Post by LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN on Mar 31, 2011 12:20:12 GMT
He wouldn't be honest if he didn't say he was a bit worried. Obviously, with Slytherins in the room anything could go wrong. Not that all of them were evil, but enough of them were to make him skeptical to the idea that allowing Slytherins to come to this meeting entirely necessary. Of course, if they didn't allow for it, it would look highly prejudicial, but most students and staff alike hated the silver and green clad house. He understood, however, that the prejudice wouldn't be fair to those Slytherins that weren't wicked. However, he didn't like the feeling he got in the pit of his stomach like something was going to go terribly wrong. However, Luke tried to keep his head and spirits up. He knew that it wasn't his place to judge anyone, and maybe his nerves were just acting up because he feared the outcome of a situation that may or may never come to pass. He had to remain positive. Merlin only knew that the Slytherins would try to make things strained and awkward and he didn't need to add to that negative energy.
Luke didn't even notice his hair changing colors until some girl turned to him with raised eyebrows. Evidently, his usually dark brown tresses that so many people were used to had turned to bright indigo. Well, there was no hiding the fact that one had hair of that color. He was getting some weird looks, but no one seemed too surprised. Not everyone knew that he was a Metamorphagus, but a few people could probably make that assertion now. He willed his hair back to dark brown, hoping that not too many people had noticed his brief change in hair color. If they did, well, that would be rather embarrassing. Not to mention, he would probably have a lot of explaining to do. While most people in the Wizarding World knew that some people had gifts, being a Metamorphagus was rare and hereditary. So probably few people knew what he could do or even why, and he didn't feel like filling anyone in.
When the Lupin boy saw Snape's son step into the room, the air seemed to grow chillier. People seemed to be giving the boy a wide girth, and one look at his face told Luke why. While Ethan was a Slytherin and usually rather disagreeable, he seemed even nastier that evening. Clearly someone had gotten their knickers in a twist. Rolling his eyes, he kept that thought to himself, though, he was privately amused by the idea. It would serve the brat right for being so obnoxiously nasty to every living creature. Sighing, Luke glanced around the room. There were Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors mostly, he must have missed the Ravenclaws or there weren't many there. Maybe they were smart for staying away. He wouldn't want to be locked in a room with Slytherins, either. He really ought to have thought of that before he came in.
It wasn't until he felt a small tug on his robes, that he noticed it.
He grimaced. Really? Today didn't seem to be his lucky day. Standing on the end of his robes was the Slytherin boy who looked in a wretchedly foul mood already. Lovely. However, he wouldn't be afraid of Ethan. Ethan was just a bully, like his father. It wouldn't bode well to be mean or either nice and polite, either, because neither seemed to have any affect on the boy except to rile him up further. Luke was a gentleman and a generally kind soul, but kindness was sadly wasted on the boy standing on the hem of his robes. He jerked his robes from underneath the Slytherin, not even looking to see the result.
If the Slytherin boy was toppled over or thrown into a wall, he was certain that they would all know soon enough.
Luke had noticed the earlier display of affection between the Potters and couldn't help but be embarrassed for Harry. His father was there, too, though. Luckily for him, it seemed that his father hadn't noticed him or he had no intention of embarrassing Luke the way James had Harry. This was more than fine by him. Luke didn't mind affection, but he didn't like his parents being too affectionate in front of other people. He wasn't two anymore, after all, it was hardly acceptable for his parents to be mollycoddling him anymore. Not that it would stop them - his father was the constant worrier and his mother was protective over him and his other siblings, but he hoped that he didn't have to deal with unwanted hugs bequeathed to him. He didn't know if he could quite stand that, after all.
The Hufflepuff sighed softly. Well, this was officially awkward. He wished that they would do something other than twiddle their thumbs all evening long. He wanted to learn some spells. He could really afford to have some edge over the enemy for Luke was soft spoken and sweet, and really didn't like hurting people. However, if anyone came anywhere near his sisters or parents, he knew that he would hex them in a heartbeat. If he had a decent spell to use, that was. However, he was pretty good at charms. It was Potions that were a weak point of his, and he wasn't all that good at Herbology, either, but he tried and that seemed all that mattered to the Professor because at the moment he was getting an 'E' in the course. He shuddered to think what he was getting in Snape's Potion class.
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Post by LILY JANE POTTER on Apr 2, 2011 16:48:30 GMT
“Excuse me Professor, sorry for interrupting,” she started, gaining a bit of confidence. “I was just wondering what you’re planning on teaching us, today.”
Lily was about ready to start the class when the youngest of the Weasley children approached her; Lily gave her a bright smile it was nice to see that some students were keen to find out what the session would cover. ‘Well we are about to start, so it’s not long till you will find out!’
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Post by JAMES CHARLUS POTTER on Apr 10, 2011 23:54:03 GMT
[/i] she questioned as she looked over at him with a grin. James grinned right back at her – he didn’t quite like the idea of dueling with Lily, but he supposed he could get over it knowing it was all in jest. When she added, “You can show me your skills,” there was just really no way James could say no. She knew as well as he that he would never turn down a chance to show off. Of course, it was only to a bunch of students and his wife, who already knew all too well of his skills, but still, it might be fun anyways. Without much of a chance to respond, James followed his wife’s lead by climbing up onto the stage that had been set up at the front of the room. He pulled his wand out of his back pocket, readying himself, but waiting for Lily’s lead, unsure of what she’d want to attempt first. Lily spoke to the crowd of students: “Today Mr. Potter and myself will show you how to block and disarm so we can see what level you are at, and from there we will go onto more difficult spells.” She then turned to James, and he could see that mischievous glint in her eyes, as if she were daring him to attack. James grinned back, trying to ignore how completely attracted to her he was in that moment. Now was not the time or place for those kinds of thoughts. Taking her prompt, James lifted his wand and aimed it at his wife, pausing for a moment to build up the suspense, before quickly whipping his wand arm viciously and yelling, “Expelliarmus!” Well, he had provided the disarming portion of the lesson – now it was up to Lily to block his attack. He wondered if she’d be quick enough to do so. He grinned evilly, doubting she would be. This afternoon had turned out to be more fun than he thought. word count;; 849 [/size][/ul] |
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Apr 11, 2011 2:37:51 GMT
HE’S A REAL NOWHERE MANSITTING IN HIS NOWHERE LANDMAKING ALL HIS NOWHERE PLANS FOR NOBODY The young Gryffindor fifth year glared slightly at his Quidditch captain. There was a time and place for everything, and this most certainly wasn't the time or place for his father to be showing affection for him. Don't get Harry wrong, he absolutely loved his parents. He'd do anything for them or his sister. But he would rather they not hug him in the middle of a crowded room. It wasn't like a huge war and just taken place and they had been on opposite sides of the battle field. He could feel his face burning with embarrassment; quite a few Slytherins were present. They weren't jeering about it yet, but he could only assume that it had something to do with the fact that his parents (one being an Auror, the other a professor) and that Professor Lupin were standing right there. Not exactly a wise move for them. However, once they left the safety of the adult supervision, who was to say they would keep their mouths shut?
Harry turned his attention to Hannah as she arrived. He smiled tightly at her; assuming that she had seen his father's affectionate hug. “Hey Hannah,” the small greeting escaped him with a sigh. He was just getting a bad feeling about this whole Dueling Club. Maybe he should have stayed up in the Common Room with Hermione. Apparently, she knew this was going to be a waste of time. He shook his head slightly at her question, giving her a negative answer. “No, not yet. Hopefully this thing will start soon. And it better be good. If not, I'm leaving. I could be doing my Potions essay instead. Snape won't give extensions just because we decided to take up another class that's not mandatory... yet.” he said, adding the last word under his breath. Somehow he just knew this whole 'heir of Slytherin' thing and the Dueling Club were just going to get worse after this. He could feel it in his gut.
“How have you been?” he asked her. He really didn't have time to talk to Hannah outside of classes. And the only time they really had to talk was in Herbology class. But even then, the talks weren't long. They were in the more dangerous Greenhouses now, and their time and attention was strictly devoted to keeping the dangerous plants housed in them at bay. His gaze was once more drawn to the door when he heard a commotion, watching as Professor Lupin moved to go check it out. A small groan escaped him. Great, Snivellus Jr. was here. Perfect, this was turning out to be a nightmare. But he supposed he should take small comfort in the fact that at least Ethan Snape hadn't seen his father hug him. He knew for a fact that he wouldn't have lived it down at all. And Ethan didn't care if he said something in front of his parents. The young Snape hated the lot of them. Which was fine with Harry. He was losing no love on the gigantic fourth year.
And then another Gryffindor walked in. Harry instantly recognized her as Ron's little sister. He didn't know Ginny that well, but they spoke briefly whenever they had the chance. She was a year younger than him, so that wasn't much. Merely when they saw each other at meals or in the Corridors. She was very pretty; However he wasn't sure how Ron would react to that. He was friends with the youngest Weasley male after all: And he was pretty sure there was a law in the Code of Friends booklet that stated 'Thou Shall not date Thy Sister'. But again, that would be just Harry's luck. He smiled lightly at Ginny as she approached. “Hi Ginny.” he said, trying his best to act normal in front of her. He felt his palms get a bit sweaty; A nervous habit of his he had when confronted with a member of the opposite sex he found appealing. Usually he was able to hide it well from her. However, holding a wand with a sweat palm wasn't exactly easy. Especially with all the wand movements involved.
His attention was drawn to his mother as she (finally) started speaking. He raised a brow slightly, watching as she motioned to his father. “Merlin is that weird... Usually she just says his name or some type of pet name.” he said, referring to her use of 'Mr. Potter'. She only really called James by his surname when he, Harry, had done something wrong. And then it was usually in the phrase, 'Potter! Get your son!' He watched as his dad got into position before quickly aiming a disarming spell at his mother. Honestly, most of the people here were fourth years and up. If they didn't know how to disarm by now... well, then they deserved to get injured in a duel. He gazed quickly at his mother, wandering what she was going to do. He instinctively gripped the handle of his wand in his pocket. The most instinctual thing that came to his mind was the shield charm, and he mentally said the word to himself, “Protego.”
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