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| Fifth Year Charms - Day Two; Period One, Gryffindor and Slytherin | |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | May 27 2009, 04:45:55 PM Post #81 |
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Mitchell looked at Sawyer as she spoke to him. "I don't know, the look was starting to grow on me..." he joked, casting a quick glance at Margo. "Oh who am I kidding, me too!" he rolled his eyes, making a quick reminder that he needed to get Margo back, somehow. No-one turns me into something like that, and gets away with it. He sighed. Like it matters. Still smiling, Mitchell looked at Sawyer. "Didn't you get a go?" he asked. Lucky. |
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| Sawyer West | May 27 2009, 04:56:21 PM Post #82 |
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Sawyer shook her head, she was actually glad that she didn't have to preform in Charms - she was horrible at the subject. "No, thank God. I wouldn't trust any of the Gryffindors enough to let them have a go at my face...come to think of it, I wouldn't trust some of the Slytherins that much either..." She admitted, her gaze shifting to Tinsley and then back to Mitchell. "Looks like you had fun though," Sawyer shrugged, stowing her parchment carrying her latin translations into her book roughly. "That ginger Gryffindor seems like a real piece of work." Sawyer noted, looking pointedly in Margo's direction. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | May 27 2009, 05:05:50 PM Post #83 |
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Mitchell shrugged, quite taken aback by Sawyer's comment. "If you mean being turned into a monster by a Gryffindor fun, then yes, I did." he winked. "It wasn't as ... bad as I thought." Mitchell thought this through carefully. "Mmh, you could say that" he shrugged again. Definitely a peice of work. "She's certainly something, that's for sure" Mitchell said as he dropped his quill and parchment into his bag, now that he was one hundred percent sure that he wasn't going to be performing any more spells this lesson. Well, I hope not anyway. He shot a look at Margo. No, I won't be. |
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| Sawyer West | May 27 2009, 05:15:37 PM Post #84 |
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Sawyer laughed, her dimples popping out as she did so. "You know what I meant..." She revised, using her hands to express herself. Playfully, she punched Mitchell on the arm, "Well well well, look whose finally being pleasant," She pointed out, beaming at him. "It wasn't so hard after all, was it?" Sawyer inquired, arching an eyebrow at Mitchell. His rage had been so apparent when they first met - he had been wearing his anger on his sleeve, and now it seemed ... almost nonexistant. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | May 27 2009, 05:25:44 PM Post #85 |
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Mitchell flashed Sawyer a small smile, embarrassed. His cheeks flushed pink and he sat uncomfortably, feeling nervous. " I ... Well ... suppose not" Mitchell bit his lip, before he started laughing. She's right, you know. Mitchell stopped laughing, and elbowed Saywer in a friendly gesture. "Thanks" he said. Mitchell wondered why he had thanked her after he said it, but couldn't work out a reason. Doesn't matter. Mitchell just couldn't stop beaming, it felt as if an immense pressure had been lifted now that she had pointed it out. Well, welcome the new me. |
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| Sawyer West | May 27 2009, 05:33:04 PM Post #86 |
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"Your...welcome?" Sawyer laughed, causing the statement to come out sounding more like a question. Sawyer wasn't quite sure what she was being thanked for, but it felt only polite to reply back appropriately. She shook her head and leaned back in her desk, a slight smile on her lips. "You're a strange guy, you know that right?" She told him suddenly, her grey eyes watching him in amusement. "And I mean that in the best way possible..." She assured him, snickering. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | May 27 2009, 05:42:14 PM Post #87 |
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Mitchell snorted. "Gee, thanks" he said with only a slight hint of sarcasm behind his voice. Strange? Is that a good thing? Well she said in the best way, so... Hmm, peculiar. Mitchell looked into Sawyer's grey eyes and smiled, his own dark green one's sparkling in the morning sun. "You're pretty strange yourself.." Mitchell cocked his head to one side, looking at her. "Of course in the nicest way possible, too" he quickly added, his lip curling. Hmm... |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | May 27 2009, 06:03:26 PM Post #88 |
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Tinsley watched Diva stomp out and smirked. She looked at Fera out of the corner of her eye and murmured, "You know, some girls just don't have what it takes. You know. To be like me." With a cocky grin, Tinsley said brashly, "Of course. Not everyone can be Queen." She respired after inhaling deeply, and smiled broadly, a bit arrogantly, while sitting in silence. And then ... something happened. It felt as though there was an enormous aperture where reality used to be. The line between what was real and what wasn't was jagged and was becoming more and more distorted and blurred as Tinsley's vision swirled. Shapes and images came in and out of focus. Fera's face slowly eased in and out. Tinsley closed her eyes and scraped the legs of her chair, bringing her body closer to rest her elbows against her desk. Her hands on her forehead, pinning back her hair, Tinsley kept her eyes closed and felt the room spin beneath her eyelids. She saw nothing but the endless black, and then felt .. horribly oppressed. Like there were walls closing in, constricting her like a snake squeezing its prey. Someone was speaking as the squeezing continued. "Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine. Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight. Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were seven. Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were six - Tinsley didn't understand what was going on, or .. why she felt so suddenly sick. Had Fera cursed her? No, how could she? Fera wasn't the type to attack someone unless they knew exactly what was going on - or at least Tinsley thought so. So what was going on? The bleak and burdensome feeling continued, onerously draining Tinsley of the faint color she had in her face. "Sometimes I just get these headaches," explained Tinsley meekly, "But I am totally fine." A bead of sweat dropped down her cold face. "Six little Indian boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five. Five little Indian boys going in for law, One got in Chancery and then there were four. Four little Indian boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three. "I'm alright," "Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were two. Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun; On got frizzled up and then there was one. One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none." Tinsley opened her heavy eyes. Frightened, she pulled herself up and staggered towards Sister St. Clair. Her face pale and sweating, she clutched her stomach. "Can I go to the bathroom really quickly? I'll be back," she said quickly. "I just ... feel ill." She waited, biting her bottom lip. |
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| Sawyer West | May 27 2009, 06:37:06 PM Post #89 |
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Sawyer smiled, she knew she was strange - but then again, everyone was strange in their own way. "Yup," She agreed, smilng as Tinsley rushed past them. She turned her head compulsively as Tinsley clutched Sister St. Claire's desk and begged to be excused. Her eyes narrowed, her eyebrow arching as she sat with mingled confusion and concern. Her eyes flicked from Mitchell and back to Tinsley. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | May 27 2009, 06:44:56 PM Post #90 |
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Mitchell raised his eyebrows as Tinsley asked to be excused. He frowned and shook his head trying not to think about what it could be. After all, it was Tinsley, whatever it was couldn't be that bad. Looks like we're not the only strange people around here... Sighing, Mitchell shrugged at Sawyer and shot her a questioning glance to see if she knew what it could be. It doesn't matter! All you've been thinking about today is telling people to mind their own business, and now it's the exact opposite of what you're doing! Mitchell's brain was right, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he couldn't, Mitchell liked to know what was going on. "Never mind" he muttered. |
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| Deleted User | May 28 2009, 09:00:36 AM Post #91 |
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"Yes, please be excused Miss. Charmichael. And, if you happen to pass Diva, send her back to class if she wants to avoid detention." Sister Evelyn added. "Class, please focus on our fun lesson. Or we can begin learning approved OWL charms..." Sister threatened and flicked her wand to the board to show some very complicated wand movements. Once the noise settled down, the professor put up the original board to let her class finish experimenting. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | May 28 2009, 02:31:51 PM Post #92 |
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"Thank you, Sister," murmured Tinsley breathlessly. She wiped her forehead and left the classroom quickly. |
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| Sawyer West | May 28 2009, 05:41:24 PM Post #93 |
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Sawyer watched Tinsley leave with narrowed eyes. She wasn't a fan of charms - barely any of the Slytherin's were, was Tinsley's stomach ache merely a device to leave class early, or was it something else entirely? Tinsley was somewhat of an addict for dramatics, but lately she seemed to be on edge. Sawyer made a mental note, reminding herself to play with the I love you Tinsley Carmicheal card, which she always kept in your back pocket - ready to use at a moments notice, and get the scoop. Gosh knows Sawyer West hated to be out of the loop. Curiousity getting the better of her, Sawyer mumbled "Be right back..." to Mitchell and hurried to the Sister's desk. "Sister, I'll be right back - I need to use the ladies room." Sawyer explained, smiling innocently and she walked past the desk. Keeping her head down, Sawyer left the room quickly. Edited by Sawyer West, May 28 2009, 10:03:27 PM.
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| Mitchell Kalvor | May 29 2009, 07:20:47 AM Post #94 |
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Mitchell watched with raised eyebrows as Sawyer left too. What's with everyone today? He was left somewhat confused, feeling rather peculiar. Shaking his head, Mitchell told himself not to bother with it. After all, it was their business. Mitchell gulped and looked over at Margo. He didn't see any point in experimenting on her anymore, not now that she'd moved to sit next to Lucy Hughes. And he didn't want to look like he did anymore. Is there something wrong with me? They all keep leaving... "Of course not" he mumbled to reassure himself. I wonder? |
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| Fera Collis | May 29 2009, 03:12:50 PM Post #95 |
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Fera looked down, her eyes tired. With a yawn, she wondered if it anyone would notice if her eyes just... Rested... for a second. Her heavy lids slided together, and soon Fera fell into sleep. It was not like her other dreams, warm, painful. The men stood facing a lavishly adorned man, dressed in their brown robes. Among them was a tiny figure, hid under a hood. With a hoarse, low voice, the man adjusted his ruby rings, "Who is she?" It was obvious that the man was not asking, but demanding. The way the men flinched, hiding, told it all. "We do not know, but we call her The Child, for now," said one of the men, he looked braver than the others, and he was holding the tiny figures hand. His voice was filled with warmth, and with respect. The purple-robed male ran a enjewelled finger through his white hair, "You found her in the hills, am I correct?" The one who had spoken nodded shortly, "Yes Father Lupus, she was found in the ruins, burnt to charcoal was everything around her," Father Lupus nodded, curling his beard around a sapphire, "You said she was special, my son? That she could do things like the hags?" The fat, warm-voiced man nodded, "Yes, but she is not cursed, I am certain. She is blessed," "Yet she can do magic. Is not that like a hag?" The voice was sharp, and the monk bowed, "Yes, but she must have gods blessing, look," Two men, one bald and one with brown hair carried in a cauldron, filled with boiling water. The bubbles bursted, and water fell over the edge. The brother bendt down, "You know what to do?" His warm brown eyes met those of the tiny child. With a sharp nod, the little child went forward. She made a cross over her, her small brown eyes closed. The Father looked at her, his eyes following her every move. With a elegant, short movement, the young girl raised her arm, pulling up the long sleeves of her robes. Then, silently, she plunged her arm into the boiling water, not even flinching. Father Lupus' eyes widened, looking at the bubbles coming up, and then to the young girl, who bore no signs of pain. The fat man laid a hand on her shoulder, and she raised her hand out from the water. It was unscathed, not even red by the heat. The water ran off her arm, and she shook of the last drops. Lupus opened his mouth, his words filled with amusement, "I see, she is truely special. I take it you have blessed the water?" The fat man nodded, "Of course." The young girl finally spoke, her voice so fraigle, echoing through the silent halls, "Can I stay," The little voice was childish, and the young girl clearly had problems with pronouncing. The purple-robed man nodded, "Yes, you can." The girl turned, running back to hug the fat man, "Brother Billings, Brother Billings, did you hear?" Brother Billings nodded, hugging her back, "I heard, Ferania, I heard." "Ferania?" Brother Billings nodded, looking up at the father, "After Fero, I call her Collis for a last name. Fire Hill" A small smile grew onto Fera's face, still fast asleep. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | May 29 2009, 04:25:36 PM Post #96 |
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Leaning on the back legs of his chair, Mitchell noticed that Gryffindor girl sleeping. Oh please. He rolled his eye and subtly nudged her arm. "Hey" Mitchell nudged her again. "I know you like detention and all, but really, I didn't think you'd be that keen to make it longer!" he hissed. Who sleeps in lessons? I mean, History of Magic I can understand, but Charms? Mitchell brought the front legs to the floor with a quiet bang. Sighing he looked at Fera, with a casual smirk on his face. Wonder if she'd let me turn everything about her sparkly? Then she'd really be a Cullen... Suppressing a laugh Mitchell waited for the girl to wake up. |
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| Fera Collis | May 29 2009, 04:32:42 PM Post #97 |
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Fera woke up, blinking, "wha...?" She rubbed her eyes, struggling to keep them open. In front of her was the slytherin, "I don't like detention, I just like being in the forests..." Fera yawned, "besides, that dream was worth it. Non-scream, nice memory." |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | May 29 2009, 04:45:15 PM Post #98 |
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Mitchell smirked. Freak in the forest. He licked his lips and stared at the Gryffindor. "Nice to know you've been having pleasant dreams" he sneered sarcastically. Hey! Hey? Calm? Taking a deep breath Mitchell relaxed, suddenly realising how tense he was in the first place. Relax... After all, it's only Collis. Mitchell was becoming increasingly annoyed with his attitude lately. I will change. I will. In his determined state of mind, Mitchell drew breath and started to speak. "Forget that" he quickly said, biting his lip. |
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| Fera Collis | May 29 2009, 04:54:08 PM Post #99 |
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Fera smirked, not caring anything about what he said, "I would say so, I normally scream alot, and I claw into things. You ought to see my pillow," Fera shrugged, as it was completely normal. "Where as dreams are a escape for most, dreams are my prison, I have to drink whole cauldrons to have a dreamless night, and the elixir just tastes horrible" Fera sighed, running a hand through the end of her braid. She would have to ask Margo to fix it more often, it was so much better when it wasn't sloppy. "How are your dreams?" |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | May 29 2009, 05:06:29 PM Post #100 |
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Mitchell's eyes widened and a slight frown appeared on his forehead. Perhaps there is more to this girl than meets the eye... He shrugged the thought off, and decided to quickly answer her question. "My dreams? Uh..." he deeply thought through what to say. "They vary." he decided on the simplest option. "None, to nice, to not-so-nice..." Mitchell became lost in thought, the very dreams swimming through his mind. No! Shaking his head, Mitchell was dragged back into reality, his gaze fell on Fera. Mitchell uneasily looked away, concentrating very hard in staring at the wall. |
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