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| Fourth Floor Corridors; Bedtime/Afterhours--The Dark Lords Trial | |
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| Violet Slayer | Jul 21 2009, 01:48:29 AM Post #1 |
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Violet knew her way fairly well around the castle, and as she stumbled into the Fourth Floor Corridors, Violet's arms were full of nearly anything and everything--pumpkin pasties, French bread, grapes, chocolate frogs, and even some curious blood-flavored lollipops Violet suspected were for vampires. The Hogwarts' house elves seemed to adore Violet effortlessly, especially when she entertained them with her crayola crayon box of hair options. Singing--something she hadn't done in ages--pleasantly, Violet was happily humming down the empty corridor (it must have been well after curfew judging by several portraits that ran away from her line of sight, some of their hair in curlers) when she tripped over the shoelace of her sneaker, and fell flat onto her face. A particularly pudgy man staring down at her began to snicker from his frame. "Shhhh!" said Violet breathlessly, trying to collect all of her things, trying to ignore the stinging pain in her lip where she had banged her face on the cold ground. "I don't want Peeves to hear me!" Or anyone else, for that matter. It was way past Violet's bed time. |
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| Paul Kennedy | Jul 21 2009, 02:02:47 AM Post #2 |
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Paul seemed to feel everything around him as he left the library and entered the Fourth Floor Corridors from the steps. He noticed at once that the people in the portraits seemed to be clamouring about and he cocked his head to the side in interest. Hello, hello, what's going on here, then? he inquired to himself as he stepped down from the last step and fully into the corridor. He turned his head to the right first and then to the left; how foolish of him not to be glancing around the corners for a prefect or a professor! As he looked to his left he saw an odd sight: loads of food splashed about in a colourful disarray and a girl banging her face against the floor. He scrunched up his brows for a moment, not fully registering what he saw out of shear bizarreness. Quickly, Paul made his way over to the girl and bent down a bit away from her. He tried looking at her face to see if she was all right. "I daresay an angel must have lost her wings and fallen," Paul said with a grin. "Are you okay? Looks like you took a bit of a nasty fall. Too much drink, I see," he said with a smirk as he attempted to help her up. He looked at her face to see if she was all right, all the while exposing his boyish grin. |
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| Violet Slayer | Jul 21 2009, 02:11:20 AM Post #3 |
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The mere thought of someone catching Violet at her lowest moment--literally--was not appealing to her. Vi's stomach churned and she suddenly felt the strange urge to leap up, leave her snacks, and make a valiant run for it. Possibly, that may have been the best choice, because when she indignantly lifted head from the ground to point out her sobriety, her heart skipped faintly. Violet was good around boys--but not dressed in her PJ's, fluffy slippers, and certainly not with her hair tucked into a red and yellow striped Gryffindor beanie. "Drink?! Me!? Not at all!" squeaked Violet, grabbing for her things hurriedly. "Here, here, hold these--feel free to take a pasty, I can't eat all these, even on a bad day--" Vi handed the boy some snacks and stuffed the pockets of her flannel Muggle pajamas, looking slightly embarrassed all the while. She wiggled her feet in her fluffy lion slippers. "An angel, huh? Well, that's a good line if I've ever heard one," snorted Violet, grinning at the boy she'd ran into. "And I would know about good lines. I'm a writer--was a writer. Oh you know, that sort of thing." Blushing faintly, Vi unwrapped a chocolate frog and snatched it, biting off its head. "I'm Violet," said the Gryffindor, with a mouth full of chocolate. She extended a sticky hand. "And you are..." |
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| Paul Kennedy | Jul 21 2009, 02:23:01 AM Post #4 |
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Paul grinned as he saw the embarrassment in the girl's face at this point in time. He was so prone to laugh that he merely bit his bottom lip and raised his brow before giving her a once over as he usually did around girls. He hadn't noticed before what she was wearing, but it was rather comical on how easily it was to tell her house. She was decked out in Gryffindor galore, it seemed. He was taken aback by how embarrassed she was as she started gathering her things in her arms and shoved food into his arms. He fumbled with them out of shear shock that he would have random foodstuffs given to him. He felt strangely awkward, even though he wasn't the one wearing his pyjamas. He smirked nonetheless. "Oh, cheers," Paul thanked her and tried to shove a pasty in his pocket. He looked back up at her as she spoke rapidly. "An angel, aye. You've got a cute face. Oh and I've got loads of those lines. Most of them are quite stupid, really," Paul said rather fondly of his silliness. His ears started to perk when she mentioned that she was a writer. "A writer, now, are you? I write myself--nothing any good, I don't reckon. What made you stop?" Paul inquired, forgetting the place, time, and that he looked like a silly boy that robbed a sweets shoppe. His eyes widened at his own rudeness and took her hand. Instantly he felt something...unpleasant on his hand, but being a polite young lad, he merely gritted his teeth at the possibility of what it may have been. "My name's Paul. 'tis a pleasure. So, did you happen to nick all this food from the feast or the House-Elves?" Paul inquired with a chuckle. |
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| Violet Slayer | Jul 21 2009, 11:04:59 AM Post #5 |
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Violet grinned sheepishly and shrugged. She swiftly removed the beanie from her head and shook out her long, black curls--there, that felt better. "Cute face? Erm...thanks!" Feeling extremely tempted to morph her nose into a pig snout and giggle as he squirmed, Violet stayed still, listening with the same intense stare she nearly flashed everyone when she was trying to pay attention. "What made me stop?" Hm. Howler's, Rita Skeeter...the Daily Prophet...everything in general, actually... "Eh, I just found some new hobbies, I suppose," smiled Violet. "I miss it, but I can't seem to write anything that other people would want to read anymore." She shrugged, for what she felt was about the hundredth time. The portraits around her were peeking from the end of their tapestries and watching. The pudgy man with beady eyes was smirking again. Feeling slightly restless, Violet unwrapped a pasty and shoved half into her mouth. "House-Elves," she said cheerily. She swallowed the pasty with what looked like a bit of effort and then continued, "They seem to adore anyone who can show them a bit of common decency. You know, these days that's extremely hard to come by." Vi's eyes flashed mischievously, her devilish smirk rearing its head. She thought of her mother, and father. "Pasty?" Vi held one out, smiling. |
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| Paul Kennedy | Jul 22 2009, 12:39:35 AM Post #6 |
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Paul watched Violet with interest as her elegant fingers removed the beanie atop her head and then proceeded to shake her hair out of it. His eyes flickered over her face and nodded; she was rather cute to him. He felt a little embarrassed about his remark to her due to her sort of awkward reaction. His embarrassment subsided quickly as they got into why she didn't write anymore. He still held the lot of food in his hands, but he soon forgot about it pressed against his chest; he was more enraptured in the conversation. "New hobbies? I think I would hate myself if I gave up my writing. What sorts of things did you write about?" Paul inquired curiously. He flashed his boyish grin, "Nonsense. I bet there's loads of people that would want to read what you write. I know I would," Paul attempted to encourage her to pick up the pen once more. Paul's eyes wandered to the people within the portraits shuffling about and moving. He watched them with polite interest, his eyes brushing over a particular piece that used oil-based paints. It was a lovely sort of pastoral painting of what looked like a lush forest. Paul inhaled deeply, hoping that he could smell the earthly smell of fresh soil, but was sadly disappointed. His focus was taken from the painting when he heard a rustling of something opening. He looked for the source of it and found Violet to be the perpetrator of peace. Paul smiled warmly as she made a comment about the House-Elves. "I'm rather fond of them. They just frustrate me with their loyalty to their servitude. They're treated horribly and they take it laying down," Paul said furiously before sighing. "Sorry, I guess I sort of just get passionate about those sorts of things..." Paul explained. He nodded curtly at her offer for a pasty. "Yes please, er," Paul said as he looked at his arms full of foodstuffs. "Er, do you mind?" Paul inquired. Edited by Paul Kennedy, Jul 22 2009, 03:47:15 PM.
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| Violet Slayer | Jul 22 2009, 11:26:39 AM Post #7 |
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Violet didn't like to think about the past, and no one could very well blame her. Violet's stomach churned sadly and Violet shuddered. The past--to Violet, at least--was something that Vi, very often, tried to ignore. It was a dark behemoth, like a solar eclipse: it'd just darken everything, cast an ominous shadow over her lingering happiness. It was a happiness that had become comfortable over time. And as Violet inhaled shakily, thinking of what she'd write, and why she'd stopped...it threatened to disturb that happiness, no matter how foolish, or naive. So, Violet dutifully ignored Paul's lingering questions, instead choosing to unwrap a lollipop and suck on it. They weren't so bad, actually. And they helped with the fact that Vi's mouth had suddenly gone so dry she didn't think she'd be able to swallow. "'Course I don't mind," said Violet, shrugging, "Eat the whole lot. And about the house-elves...well. They don't really know that they're treated horribly, are they?" Grinning knowingly, Vi added, "Hey, hey, hey. Ignorance can be bliss. Haven't you ever heard of that expression?" Not likely. It was a Muggle expression. And even if Paul had heard of it, Violet doubted seriously the two of them could find any reason to it. Muggles were never very wise. |
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| Paul Kennedy | Jul 22 2009, 05:49:37 PM Post #8 |
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Paul's chest rose and fell methodically, causing his musculature to sway a little in his awkward stance. The muscles in his arms were firmly tightened against the skin as they clumsily held up the teetering pile of food in his appendages. He grinned at Violet, letting his eyes flicker at her as she seemingly thought about her writing. He furrowed his brows as she instead drew a lollipop in her mouth and chose to ignore his question. He merely shrugged it off as none of his business. He picked up on the fact that she didn't want to talk about it given her responses so he moved on. He sort of shoveled the food onto the floor before digging into his robes, causing a small rustle of clothing to rent the air for just a moment. He pulled out his wand and flicked it once at the food, muttering the incantation. Almost immediately, a bunch of grapes shot into the air and smashed against the ceiling. Paul opened his mouth in surprise and his eyes widened as his attention turned back to Violet. Almost automatically, Paul's face felt incredibly hot from the embarrassment and his cheeks tinged into a rouge. Paul muttered something inaudible that sounded a lot like an apology as he elected to bend down and pick up a pasty instead of using his wand. His eyes sank to the ground as he felt like a complete twit, unwrapping the pasty and taking a small bite. Paul cleared his throat, trying to calm his embarrassment down, but his cheeks were still awfully ruddy. "I don't know, Violet. They just...seem like you and me. They have feelings, I mean. They're not property! And the only reason they don't know any better is because they don't know anything else. It just makes me miffed. They didn't choose it, they were forced into it," Paul said passionately before he found his hands working furiously in body language and knew he must have looked ridiculous. He shoved his free hand into his pocket and nonchalantly bit into his pasty again as his eyes shifted to the ground once again. |
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| Violet Slayer | Jul 22 2009, 08:54:15 PM Post #9 |
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Violet tried, for Paul's sake, to keep her laughter to a minimum as grapes shot through the air. Her own cheeks blushed, and she felt she was going to break her ribs from stifling her laughter, but as Paul began to talk vehemently about house-elves, Vi's giddiness abated slightly. His passion took Violet by surprise, and it was clear on her face. Even so, Violet felt curiously impressed with Paul, and couldn't help but smile endearingly at him. He was so mad, and it made Violet respect him. "Maybe you're right," murmured Violet, running her hand through her hair, thinking about what he had said. She wished she'd have passion like he did at that moment. She wasn't terribly inclined towards anything, and the thought made Vi's stomach churn slightly. "I never really thought to think of it from their perspective. I assume they must be fairly cheery, though, doing all that work?" Vi shrugged. "I'll ask them one day. And maybe you can come with me." Her eyes sparkled, looking expectantly at Paul. "How about it? I mean, not now, it's late and surely Peeves would find us along the way." Vi shuddered at the thought. "But..." Vi's round, brown eyes still peered expectantly at Paul. "Well?" |
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| Paul Kennedy | Jul 23 2009, 03:37:37 AM Post #10 |
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Paul closed his eyes as he let Violet's words swirl about him and enter his brain. He was glad that she hadn't completely and outright laughed at him. But her face was something that Paul wasn't expecting. He watched her reaction intensely; he was afraid he may have said something to offend her due to her surprise. Yet, as she smiled to him, Paul felt warm inside. He nearly melted at her smile that nearly sent him into a euphoric state. He couldn't help but smile back at her and look back at her with a new found interest. He was silent for a few moments as he thought intensely about the issue. "They may like it, but I reckon they shouldn't be forced to do the work. They should be paid for their services like any other employee. But no one will ever take them seriously and continue to treat them like a pet if they don't stand up for themselves," Paul said heatedly. He sighed and was quiet for a gentle moment. His breathing was sharp. "I know they're just like us. They just don't know it themselves. Violet, I...I want to educate them. I want them to know that they're conscientious beings like everyone else. Violet...I want to...I want to free them some day," Paul finally stated. He blushed a little at his own fervent passion. He felt a little awkward about how passionate he was on this issue. "You probably think I'm stupid," Paul muttered to Violet. "Yeah, I don't particularly want Peeves to find us. He'll make such a noise. Here, I'll walk you back to your common room, Violet," Paul offered cheerfully. He smiled warmly and his ruddy cheeks were pushed up. His eyes looked back at her brown eyes for a moment. "I like your eyes," Paul muttered to her. "Er, lead on," Paul stated and cleared his throat. |
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| Violet Slayer | Jul 23 2009, 09:11:12 AM Post #11 |
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"Well..." Vi's smile broadened, but not in a condescending manner. She straightened her posture and seemed to puff out her chest proudly, "I'll help you! How hard could it be?" Seriously, though, Vi doubted the likelihood of convincing centuries of predetermination to change habit, but Vi wanted that passion--she wanted that same angry spark Paul had. She missed it. She missed feeling like that. And then, Violet blushed. It came so suddenly, and her cheeks flushed a very unattractive shade of maroon. Her golden skin developed a red tinge, and she looked like an oddly burnt piece of toast--or, rather, a piece of toast that had just been lit on fire. "You like my eyes?" repeated Violet, as she blinked nervously. Her smile broadened. She'd heard it before--but only when they were changing colors. Hmm. Regardless, Violet briskly nodded. "Keep all the snacks. We can get more when we go to visit our elf friends. How about tomorrow night?" The question was rhetorical. Vi wasn't going to give Paul a chance to say no. Grinning ear to ear, she began to walk, also assuming Paul would follow, and they left the Fourth Floor Corridors. |
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