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Date: January 16th, 2013
Today's Forecast: The air is reminiscent of spring. The snow, turning slowly into a fine carpet of slush, is slowly disappearing after a decidedly warm spell. |
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Supper/Quidditch Practice
Happening now: Supper Azkaban Trip is now out of time. Feel free to continue all plots as planned. Feel free to finish all plots out of time. |
| Next: Day 5: Valentine's Day |
| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
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| Eleonore Collins | Aug 26 2009, 06:22:53 AM Post #261 |
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As Ella sat, listening intently to what Moody was saying, picking at and peeling her fingernails nervously untill they were in a state that would have made her mother cringe. She kept having conflicting thoughts-- of course, she was supporting Hogwarts and cheered with the rest when he completed the first task, but she couldn't help but be relieved that Piotr's injury wasn't enough to lose him first place. Tristan was her friend, he represented her school, and yet...she couldn't help but hope that the Durmstrang champion would do well. Thank Merlin she didn't know the French girl... Edited by Eleonore Collins, Aug 26 2009, 06:23:17 AM.
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| Deleted User | Aug 26 2009, 10:25:53 AM Post #262 |
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When the smoke cleared, Mariane was panting heavily, her hair all over her head, but the trees that once housed the army of beetles had been blown to smithereens, along with any insect nearby it. Stumbling away from the blast zone, Mariane's blue eyes searched again for a half breed to talk to. As if the forest knew her thoughts, she tripped over a looped tree root, and tumbled down some sort of hill, shrilling loudly as she rolled all the way down, and landed with a plop. Graceful. Lifting her head with a groan, the first thing she saw were hoofs. She lifted her head some more until she found she'd nearly rolled into Firenze. He stamped impatiently. Ecstatic that she'd found him, she leapt to her feet, shook back her hair, and planted her hands on her hips as if she'd sauntered down that hill instead of falling down it "Hello!" she chirped, despite her predicament, "I have a teensy, tiny, question to ask." |
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| Cosette Bedeaux | Aug 26 2009, 02:11:40 PM Post #263 |
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"There you are!" exclaimed Cosette as she pushed her way through a group of young Hufflepuffs and finally found her way to Avery. She laughed a bit at herself, her chest exhaling rapidly as she attempted to catch her breath. "You all have no idea how long I've been trying to find you. I knew we should have come together." She shook her head in regret, still never letting her smile cease. "Oh, hey Bex," she said, nodding to him and praying silently that she could refrain from blushing. This was merely their second meeting, and she was already feeling nervous being around him… what was wrong with her? Cosette shook herself back into reality and turned to face the forest where the tournament had already begun. "So… what'd I miss?" she asked no one in particular, stretching to stand on the tips of her toes in order to see over the heads of the other fans, "How's Tristan doing?" "I'm Cosette, by the way," she told the other Ravenclaw boy who had apparently formed some sort of friendship with Avery. ooc: i'm alive! although that was a pretty crap post.. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 27 2009, 12:00:22 PM Post #264 |
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Mariane looked at the bow in her hands. "So all I have to do is shoot a deer?" she asked, giving Firenze a look. He nodded and inclined his head. Mariane turned her head to see all types deer running and jumping over logs, leaping away from the smoke and probably the arrows of the other Champions. "C'est fantastique." she said. Top Female Archer at Beaubaxtons Academy at your service. Mariane took the arrow, and carried the bow off in the direction the deer were running in. **** She could still see them leaping away through the forest. Narrowing her eyes, Mariane briefly debated her target. Would she go for a muscular buck, a lean doe, or a baby fawn. Knowing next to nothing about the vitals of deer, Mariane looked down at her feet. Lovage grew in abundance around where she stood. Squatting, Mariane broke a few leaves of the lovage plant nearest her and began the hasty task of crushing the leaves under her foot and then rubbing the stain from the plants on and around the tip of the arrowhead, coating it with the juice from the plant. If the lovage plant lovage is "moste efficacious in the inflaming of the braine," (HPOOTP), on humans, imagine what it would do to a much smaller brain, like the one of a deer. Mariane grinned and loaded the arrow. She pulled back the string, her elbow bent perfectly, her eyes straight ahead, the arrow aiming straight into the crowd of running deer, she released the arrow, then rushing forward to see if she'd struck one. When Mariane came forward, a doe slowly began to stop, as the rest of the herd kept running, before kneeling, and falling. The arrow had barely struck her thigh, but the lovage had spread to her brain quickly, inflaming her brain to the point where it burst the blood vessels inside which stopped her brain function altogether. Mariane crept frward, surveying the fallen deer with disgust. Blood and brain matter was currently leaking out of the nose and mouth of the deer. "Sorry, Bambi." she said softly. "But I've got a tournament to win and I need your help." She gagged a little, not looking at the head of the deer. "Your coat is lovely, though. You must have been proud of it. Maybe I can salvage the coat and make myself some gloves from this. Firenze said to bring back something edible. Somehow, I don't think you're on my diet plan, so what part of you do the humans eat?" Mariane placed her hands on her hips, surveying the doe. "Oh! People eat venison, don't they? So, which part is that..." Now she was talking to a deer. Mariane put her hands to her head and took a deep breath. Maybe she should just drag the entire thing back to Firenze. He was only a few yards back. Mariane clapped her hands together. Why was she thinking of draggingthe animal back to the centaur. "Wingardium Leviosa!" she sang, and she lifted the doe up and rushed back through the brush to find Firenze again. Edited by Ian de Ponte du Lac, Aug 27 2009, 08:54:22 PM.
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| June Brooks | Aug 27 2009, 03:38:43 PM Post #265 |
 
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Thirtytwo white, uneven teeth beamed over at the Italian hufflepuff, "Of course, you're my best friend, aren't you?" She craned out her neck, stretching up to put her chin on his shoulder. She laughed as she felt his shoulder vibrate when he talked, "Exactly," she muttered, before nudging him softly with her nose, giggling. June Brooks' head almost tumbled down into Rods lap when he changed position, and June had to struggle to put it back on his shoulder. June Brooks came tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down sang a little, playful side of her, June Brooks came tumbling down, my fair lady, She watched as he stretched out, cracking each finger. The sound sent chills down her spine, like someone had slipped a cube of ice down it. "Don't do that," she said, suprised on how low and highpitched her voice was, was it always like that? "Its not good, you get a weaker grip then, and if you want to get on the Quidditch team..." June imagined Rod zooming forward on his broom, towards the goal. Zapping past the other team, hurling the ball forward. A blur of red, and suddenly a cheer erupts from the crowd. June felt a warmth in her chest, Rodrigo would probably love the attention, his five seconds of limelight. June could imagine that Tristan would feel the same if he won, and if June was honest, Tristan certainly deserved that attention. Blowing over at Rodrigo, she watched his hair move. Actually, everyone deserved a little more attention, and that second, she got a idea. It was not a grand one, nor a very special one, but it would hopefully end up fun. June wasn't certain though, she never knew if her ideas were fab or crap, so she whispered to Rodrigo, "I want to arrange a truth or dare night some time, it'll be great to get our mind off owls and news and such," |
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| Rodrigo Caparelli | Aug 27 2009, 04:08:16 PM Post #266 |
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Rodrigo smiled down at June. As usual, she was being thoughtful - Rodrigo shouldn't really click his knuckles, it wasn't the best thing for his bones. And like June had said, he did rather want to get on the Quidditch team the next year, Rod had always awed he players - but never wanted to, or gotten around to applying. Rodrigo had pictured himself on the team though, right back from First Year, when he watched his first game. It positively amazed him. But dreaming would have to wait, Rodrigo had a lot more things on his mind than fun games of Quidditch. OWLs weren't that far off, and he really should do more revising, rather than dreaming of playing Quidditch. Rodrigo nodded his head, "Mhm.". Rodrigo listened to June's idea. It sounded pretty good, and well it would be a fun thing to do. Rodrigo had played the game "truth or dare" with some of his friends back in Italy, before he came to Hogwarts. As long as things didn't get too extreme, the game could be pretty fun. Rodrigo always found that if you phrased the questions in the right way, then you could learn a lot about a person, even if they didn't really mean to give out the answer so freely. Rod chuckled under his breath as he remembered how he had wheedled out who his sister fancied when he was really little. His brown eyes flicked down to look at June. Rod stared at her for a while, his eyes searching her face for something, although he didn't really know what. After minutes had passed, Rodrigo slowly nodded his head. "That sounds good." he said, but his voice came out a little more accented than normal. Being his best friend, June would probably notice, but Rodrigo did hope otherwise. Every now and then, his first accent came through and Rodrigo sounded as Italian as he should do. It was these momentary slip-ups which took him by surprise. Rodrigo had thought about just speaking in his Italian accent more when he was at Hogwarts, but then he was nervous that he'd reel off in Italian and everyone would be a little put off. Although, part of it was habit, he had just gotten used to speaking as most of the other students did, after a while he'd done it naturally anyway. Besides which, anyone new to Rodrigo would notice anyway, his voice was still slighty accented, so you could tell he was foreign, just not so much as usual. "Really good." he smiled. It would be great to just have a night off, where they didn't have to worry about exams or revision or any form of work. Just having fun and relaxing. "I'll help, if you like?" Rodrigo offered, it would be fun to help, and they'd work out more if there were two of them, get it organised a lot faster. |
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| Daniela O'Connor | Aug 27 2009, 04:37:25 PM Post #267 |
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Danny sighed, hurrying into the Forbidden Forest. God, I am so late. Looking around, she ran her fingers through her hair. There had got to be someone to sit with at the First Task and she really didn't want to sit alone. Suddenly, she spotted Veronica in the crowd. Hurrying over, she took a seat next to her. "Mind if I sit here? I'm late and I want to at least sit with someone I know." It was more of a courtesy thing then actually asking, but she felt the need to be polite. Looking around, she noticed that Veronica was sitting with two other boys, and a girl....Avery was it? "Hi, um...I'm Daniela." |
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| Deleted User | Aug 27 2009, 10:24:37 PM Post #268 |
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Piotr wondered just what this task was meant to prove. All he was doing now was what he was sent to do by Draconius: gathering collections of sage and mallowsweet. Piotr only knew what sage was. At last he found a a shrub-like collection of angle-stemmed plants with purple panicle-shaped flowers. He scrounged around, gathering as much of the herb as he could. His hand scrapped something hard. At first he thought it was a rock, but as his wandlight shined upon it, he realized that it was metal and oddly shaped so that it grew wider and curved outward on one end. The other end was curved inward and not was wide--on top of this end was a small metal ring. On the piece of metal was an ornate design. Runes adorned it, as did a single number. The number two. Piotr picked it up and turned it over in his hand. The reverse side was unadorned. It was an odd thing to find in a bush. Piotr immediately suspected that it had been planted there. It wasn't long after that Piotr discovered another curious object with a number on it. This one was a long, thin metal rod with a ball on the end. Runes like the ones on the first metal piece adorned this ball, as well as the number three. Now Piotr knew there was something to find here other than herbs. Piotr quickly stuffed handfuls of sage into the pouches on his belt. He then began to search for the elusive "number two". He searched for perhaps ten minutes, finding nothing but sage. Then, he realized, he might be able to summon it. "Accio, number three!" Something glinted as it flew towards Piotr's outstretched hand. It was exactly identical to piece number one. He removed number one from the pouch at his belt and put the two together, edge to edge. The two fit together to form a single whole. It was a bell, without a clapper, with ornate runes. The third piece, he reasoned, must be the clapper. He took it out as well. Holding the two pieces of the of the fairly large bell together at the little ring that looked as though it was tying a string or something to it, he tapped the piece number three's balled end on the inside of the bell, producing a clear, pleasing ding that seemed to travel further than it should have. And it echoed. And something moved in the bushes. Piotr's head snapped in the direction of the movement. Nothing leaped out at him. He turned his attention back at the pieces of the bell, though he continued to glance back at the bushes. It was quite clear what he needed to do. "Reparo." Piotr flicked his wand at the bell pieces. Instantly, the pieces fit together, and the crease between the two pieces of the body of the bell smoothed out to form a whole. Piotr pondered it. Perhaps this is what he was really supposed to find. He didn't have time to ponder long, however, for the runes on the bell soon began to glow. The rune emitted an eerie green light, and suddenly a chain that seemed to be made of the same green light appeared looped through the ring at the top of the bell. Piotr dropped the bell, but before it hit the ground, it vanished and the eerie green chain appeared around his neck, with the bell on the end. He tried to lift the chain off of his shoulders. Try as frantically as he might, however, the Durmstrang could could not remove the bell. It was as if an invisible hand kept the chain from going above his chin. The clapper clanged against the sides of the bell again and again in Piotr's attempt to remove it from his person, creating more echoing rings. An enchantment! That explained the runes. However, that wasn't the only enchantment that seemed to have been placed upon the bell, for, though Piotr had stopped moving after finding his attempts to remove the bell futile, thus the bell having remained still for several seconds, the clapper continued to move back and fourth, chiming without being moved by Piotr. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding echoed around Piotr, filling him with a foreboding sense. It sounded like an alarm bell. It was then that Piotr heard more movement of the bushes. He shot around just in time for another of those Red Cap creatures to lunge at him from the shrub. Piotr quickly dispatched it with a spell that sent it flying in the opposite direction into a tree. The bell continued ringing. Suddenly, Piotr felt his left leg being crushed and slashed open at the same time. He howled in pain, tears filling his eyes. He began flinging his leg up and down, but the weight of what had bit him was enormous, and its hold was strong. It looked like a dog, but it couldn't have been a dog. Piotr did the only thing he could think to do. Despite the blinding pain, he managed to hit the dog-creature with a stunning spell. Red light flooded the dark forest. This certainly didn't help Piotr's blindness. Piotr immediately found that he could put no weight on his leg without the most extreme and unbearable pain--and Piotr was not one to let pain bother him, so it must have been terrible. Without the use of this leg to balance his weight, he fell down. His vision cleared somewhat as he stared at his injured leg. He was bleeding profusely from it. The armor plating had colapsed like tin foil under the creature's immense jaw pressue, digging into his leg and making matters worse. Again, it was beyond his ability to heal properly, and he could only managed to stop the bleeding with a coagulation spell (a dangerous spell for the inexperienced, as it could cause one's entire blood supply to clot in their veins if misused, but Piotr had at least managed this spell). His eyes screwed up at the sight of it the bloody, misshapen mess that was now his leg, his teeth clenched in pain. His other arm, of course, was just as torturous. Only the adrenaline and excitement of the task had kept the pain from bothering him too much. Now it came back in full force. He glanced at the stunned beast beside him, the thing that had done this to him. He recognized it instantly. Gytrash. They had them in Russia. Nasty things. Their snouts were longer and their mouths broader, with bigger jaws and fangs. Nature's dark perversion and man's best friend. Easily provoked, and, once it sets its sight on something, it can chase a target for miles, but it was rare and highly unlucky that one would ever bump into one. The bell kept on ringing, and Piotr looked around to see at least a half-dozen red caps surrounding him. All of them either were bare handed, nails clicking with delight at the sight of blood, or otherwise armed with clubs or stone knives that were more crudely made than the one that Draconius had. The one Piotr was looking at licked its lips. Piotr waved his wand and a gust of wind blew them round and away. But more had come as quickly as the others had been put down. Again, Piotr summond the gale, and again the creatures were flung away. And again more returned. He tried casting razor curses at them individually, slicing them up in a horrifically bloody fashion. Pools of blood and bits of meat and viscera littered the ground. Some of it was splattered across Piotr's face. And yet, more continued to come. The bell kept ringing, too. Piotr was filled now with real fear. He knew this was it. The creatures kept coming and he knew not how to stop them. He would die in this tournament. He had been irresponsible, and his family would pay for it come this summer when he was not around to work the farm. They might even starve. He could no longer hear anything. The approaching red caps, the bell still ringing against his chest. Nothing. Everything that happened next seemed to do so in slow motion. His life flashed before his eyes as the first Red Caps flung themselves at him. The last thing he remembered seeing, though, was the face of his little sister, Mary. She seemed almost disappointed in him. Of course she was. It was his fault she might not have enough to eat. He'd failed her. Then, he seemed to understand something. It was as if she were telling him, with her expression, that he was foolish for not thinking of what to do. Of course. It was so simple! Just as a fresh wave of Red Caps lunged for him, Piotr screwed his eyes shut, concentrating, looking as though his head might burst. He summed the strength to rise up, because he had to do this. At least for Mary's sake. He stood up and felt no pain. He turned on the spot. He vanished. The red caps collided with each other were Piotr had been only a moment ago. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Aug 28 2009, 02:46:23 AM Post #269 |
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OOC - I was originally waiting for Bannishtar to anmswer a question but never mind. BIC - The lack of respons from Bannishtar confirmed his suspicions; he was to gather sage and mallowsweet as his next clue. He nodded in confirmation that he understood and got to his feet, once again drawing his wand and racing back into the trees. He could recall using the two herbs several times in Divination class and assumed that was why he was gathering them now. Perhaps Bannishtar was going to make a prediction and he had to interpret it to get his next cue. He really didn't know and was only grasping at straws. He hoped the Professor would be able to fill him in when he returned. After several minutes of jogging he came across a small clearing where a number of sage plants were growing around the base of a tree. He knelt beside them and began to gently remove some, placing them inside his robes. As he pulled the third plant from the soil he noticed a rather strange looking piece of metal. It was a dull brown colour, round in shape, with an ornate silver '2' on the side and a number of runes going around the middle. Tristan picked it up, examining it under his wand light. It wasn't overly heavy so he decided to show the Professor when he returned, thinking it may be signs of something more sinister rather than part of his challenge. He pushed himself up and began looking around for the mallowsweet that was sure to be nearby and after anoither few minutes of searching found a small grouping of the herb. Feeling satisfied that he was getting through the task in fairly good time with minimal interruption by dark creatures did nothing to swell his feeling of accomplishment. Again, he began to remove several of the plants to take back to Bannishtar when he saw an identical piece of metal with the number '1' on it. He removed the other piece he had found minutes earlier and compared the two. They were identical to one another, except this one was the reverse of the former. In fact... Tristan lined up the pieces and to his surprise saw that they fitted together perfectly and made a bell, minus the clanger from the inside. Now it started to dawn on him that perhaps this wasn't something sinister. The fact that they were lying amongst the two herbs he had been sent to find made him think that maybe this was what he was truly meant to find. But the bell was incomplete. It had nothing to make the sound with. He pointed his wand into the treetops "Accio part '3']" Not a sound was heard for several seconds until a whistling got louder and louder until something hard and metal smacked him in the head! "Ow! Geez! That friggin' hurt!" He held his hand to the point of impact, trying to dampen the pain. Once the shock had worn off he picked up the missing piece and placed it inside the other two, making a complete bell. "Reparo," whereby the pieces assembled and the runic markings began to glow an eerie green. A chain appeared from nowhere and looped itself through the ring atop the bell before wrapping itself around his neck like a cowbell. He struggled to remove the bell from his neck but with no success. He feared that it would choke him if allowed to sit around his neck. Not only that, the bell was now ringing unbearably loud that would surely attract whatever called the Forest home. As if his thoughts were prophetic, several Red Caps appeared from the shadows and began making their way towards him, the weapons held aloft, their eyes glinting evilly. He fired off several Stunners at them but they did little to slow their progress. Tristan tuned and bolted back towards Professor Bannishtar less he be killed by the murderous creatures. |
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| Sierra Fillipelli | Aug 28 2009, 03:02:31 PM Post #270 |
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Sierra sauntered into the First Task, head held high. So she was late. That wouldn't stop her from being proud. She scanned the crowd for possible people to sit with. It was packed tight as sardines, so one couldn't really be picky. Nobody's free..... Sighing, she squeezed her way through the crowd, spotting some green. Hurrying, she came across a Slytherin boy she distinctly remembered seeing once or twice. A relieved grin spread across her face. "Mitchell, is it? Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked, taking a seat next to him. She didn't actually care if he said yes or no, because she would still sit there. It was the manners her grandparents had taught her that made her be so infuriatingly polite. "What did I miss?" |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Aug 28 2009, 03:20:17 PM Post #271 |
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Mitchell sighed. The conversation had been pretty dead since Dave had arrived. Mitch kept his eyes lowered, focusing on the ground below him. His hair hung over his face and Mitchell's eyes inspected the dirt. Every part of him wanted to keep stealing glances at Precious, and to throw dirty looks at McKelvey - but he knew it wouldn't do any good. It would probably do more harm, and well Mitchell wanted to impress Precious, but he doubted that glaring at her boyfriend would be the wisest thing to do. So he just kept staring at the grass, hoping the task would end soon. "Mitchell, is it? Do you mind if I sit here?" Mitchell's head flew back, it hurt his neck somewhat, but Mitchell didn't bother about that. His eyes landed on the slytherin girl whom had sat down next to him, on the side which wasn't occupied by Precious. His lip curled, and Mitchell gave a small smile, followed by a shrug and a brief wave of the hand. "Sure," he said casually. Mitchell had seen her around before, taken some classes with her and they'd bumped into each other a few times too. He didn't specifically know the girl, but he had a vague idea who she was. And besides, they were in the same house so it wasn't too difficult to recognise a face. "Nothing much, Moody's bringing updates as they come," Mitchell replied to Sierra. "So if you listen, then you'll soon be up to date..." It was evident from Mitchell's tone that he really didn't care anymore. A part of him was even regretting coming to the task in the first place, but he figured it would be a laugh to see how disastrous the champions would be the tournament. That's how it seemed at first, anyway. |
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| Sierra Fillipelli | Aug 28 2009, 03:30:03 PM Post #272 |
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"Thanks." She rested her chin in her hand, "I'm bored out of my mind right now." She shot a glance at him, "And from your tone, I would guess you are too." This was tedious. It was cold, and watching three people run around trying to shoot a deer was no fun. She was beginning to wonder what possessed her to leave the warmth of the Owlery. She sniffed, shivering a bit as she pulled her jacket closer around her,"I can't believe Nightshade is our champion. Should've been a Slytherin. Out of the three, who do you think will win?" A wind blew a little bit, chilling her even more. It was so not a good idea to go out here wearing jeans, a tank top, and a frigging summer jacket. Ugh! I'm such a retard! Edited by Sierra Fillipelli, Aug 28 2009, 03:33:18 PM.
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Aug 28 2009, 03:48:46 PM Post #273 |
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Mitchell chuckled a little. "You, bored out of your mind? You only just arrived, uh ... Sierra?" Mitchell thought the name was right, he'd tossed various ones around his mind a while, trying to figure out which name was correct. He thought he'd gotten it right, Sierra sounded right to him, and it suited the girl too. Mitchell cocked his head to one side and allowed his eyes to flit over Sierra's face. She had only just taken her seat, whereas he had been sitting on the bench for what felt like hours, and Mitchell had been waiting around the area a while before that too. Folding his arms back across his chest, Mitchell gave the faintest shudder in cold. It wasn't that noticeable to anyone who wasn't watching, but Mitchell hoped that no-one was watching, and had seen him give into the weather that easily. Mitchell never admitted defeat, even if it was clear whom had already "won" or so to speak, he would still not give up. The corner of his mouth twitched, and Mitchell felt a smile pulling at his lips. He did not let it come however, because Sierra's next comment made Mitchell want to do anything but smile. "It should have been a Slytherin, you are right. But at least it wasn't a 'Puff, because then we would have no chance. Not that we do now anyway." he sneered. Mitchell hated the thought of Nightshade representing Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What a bad impression the Ravenclaw would give. Mitchell frowned, and his eyes drifted toward where the ex-auror was standing. "Durmstrang," Mitchell spat out the word. It was obviously going to be them who took the victory. Sierra and him had already established that Hogwart's really didn't have that much of a chance. "Let's face it, Beauxbatons doesn't have a hope." Mitchell smirked. It was so true, the Beauxbaton girl looked fantastic, but she wasn't exactly what he would call champion material. |
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| Alastor Moody | Aug 28 2009, 08:49:57 PM Post #274 |
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Moody's normal eye widened at what his magical one had just seen. Aside from Nightshade, Moody had thought the Bauxbatons champion to be the one that had least belonged there, but perhaps there was more to the Beuxbatons champion than Moody had thought. "Mariane Quicompoix finally seems to have gotten into the game," Moody called out, "She's just shot her prey, and done so without the use of magic. Certainly interesting, though. Nice to see a skill outside the norm. Certainly neither Nightshade nor Rasputin could pull that off. The arrow had also been poisoned with a very pure and concentrated dose of lovage, seeming to know full well that lovage causes inflamation of the brain. And with a dose that concentrated, the deer had basically suffered a severe aneurysm and has died. Very...unconventional. And I thought the Durmstrang was brutal. Mademoiselle Quicompoix is about as much of a fairy princess as I am." Moody turned his attention to the Durmstrang. "Piotr Rasputin, meanwhile, has completed the search for his second item, only to have unlocked that item's enchantment. The bell he has recovered will continue to ring until he has made his way safely back to the Hogwarts Grounds, or unless he is within the area of the centaurs' sanctuary in the forest. Otherwise, the ringing of the bell will continually attract the most dangerous magical creatures in the forest, and they will chase him endlessly. "It seems as though Rasputin has sustained another injury. This time by the bite of the Gytrash. As some of you may know, the Gytrash is a dangerous creature that resembles a dog, only its jaw is much larger and more powerful. It is believed that they will attack anything that is perceived as a threat, and will chase a target until it kills it, or vice versa. Piotr has managed to stun the creature, however." Moody shook his head. "The wound looks bad. I don't think he can walk on it. And worse, here come more of those Red Cap-hybrids, in a pack larger than anyone would want to face uninjured." Even Moody was sounding a little concerned now, though his tone remained harsh and critical. Did those centaur scouts not know life threatening danger when they saw it? Moody knew that Bidelia should have had some of her own people in there just in case. "Piotr cannot seem to hold off such a large group at once. And yet, he does not call for help. No red sparks have been summoned. Here comes another wave of those creatures now...Is he giving up!? Piotr has dropped his wand arm to his side. Where are those damn talking mules!?" Moody asked furiously, refering to the centaurs. He wasn't racist. Just angry. What were they thinking? "And--and...he's standing up! And now he's vanished." Moody blinked. That leg was nothing more than a bloody pulp now. Even he had to be both surprised and impressed by that resolve. "Piotr has escaped by disapparating. Hold on," Moody scanned the forest with his magical eye, "Yes, I believe he's made it safely back the one of the centaurs' sanctuaries. He's safe for the moment, and what's more, he is very close to being the first to finding the final item. How he's going to get back here is another matter. I doubt he could walk on that leg. Disapparation is a nice trick, but its impossible within a certain radius of the school. Piotr was lucky he was that far out into the forest, or else he wouldn't have been able to escape. Well, if any of you were doubting just how dangerous this tournament would be, then doubt no longer, I suppose That sure was unlucky for him, though. Gytrash are rare to encounter anywhere." He turned his attention, now, to Hogwart's champion. "Nighshade, too, has managed to find the bell. However, he was a bit quicker on the draw, and he wasn't unlucky enough to be attacked by something as rare as a Gytrash. He, too, has managed to escape, on foot, this time, thanks to quick legs, quick wandwork, and quick wit to boot." Moody shook his head again. He'd have a talk with Bannishtar after this. The Durmstrang boy could have been killed. Edited by Alastor Moody, Aug 28 2009, 08:52:46 PM.
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"Any problems, Mr. Nightshade?" asked Bannishtar with a knowing smile as Tristan came running into the clearing. The bell in his possession stopped ringing, of course. Nate knew how to lay his enchantments. In any case, Mr. Nightshade seemed more or less unscathed, though breathless and perhaps a little shaken. This was not a game for children, and for that, Mr. Nightshade had done wonderfully so far. "Do not fear an attack, as you find sanctuary in this clearing," said the centaur, "Come. Sit. I trust you have brought what I have asked? The bell is yours. You may keep it, of course. Not that you could rid yourself of it if you tired." |
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| Deleted User | Aug 28 2009, 10:14:14 PM Post #276 |
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Piotr appeared in the middle of the clearing where Draconius waited. As soon as he had materialized, he crumpled to the ground, panting and screwing his eyes shut against the pain. The bell had stopped ringing. "Where are my herbs?" asked the centaur. "Can you not see I am injured?" Piotr snapped through heavy breaths, his head down. "Well, then, I at least hope that you have made it all worth your having been injured and that you have retrieved what I have sent you to find," said Draconius, sneering. "I have them," said Piotr, looking up and glowering at the towering form of the centaur (all the more impressive from Piotr's place on the ground). Screwing his eyes shut again and and clenching his teeth, Piotr put his weight on his injured to life his torso up so that he could retrieve the sage from a pouch on his belt with his right. He threw handfuls of it at a time at the centaur's feet. "There," said Piotr breathlessly before he could take being on his injured arm no longer and he fell back down flat to the forest floor. Piotr was feeling a bit lightheaded. Probably from the bloodloss. His heart was still beating furiously in his chest. It seemed as though he was safe here. Those creatures did not seem to be on his trail. His face remained against the cold hard forest floor. He breathed in the scent of the grass and weeds growing there, and of the dirt. It had less of a scent because it was so cold. It felt like home, a little. He heard movement. He could hear the thud of the centaur's hooves vibrating along the ground, but he did not look up. Soon, he heard the sound of rocks being banged together. Soon, he heard crackling, and could detect a sweet earthy scent. He looked up. Draconius was now tending a fire. He watched silently from the ground as the centaur tossed in handfuls of sage, which was quickly consumed by the hungry fire. Piotr watched as the flames licked and eventually caught the little sprigs he'd almost died to collect. He only vaguely wondered why the centaur was doing this. In fact, what he was watching seemed almost like a dream. His pain and exhaustion seemed the only thing that was real at the moment. Smoke rose up from the small fire as the centaur tended to it. Thick, black, and hot. The heat of the fire warmed Piotr's face. Suddenly, Piotr felt a drop of water. Was it going to rain, he wondered rather offhandedly. Then, suddenly, he felt something cold and hard hit him on the head. The hand of his only good arm went straight to where he'd been struck. He looked to where the object had landed after it had bounced off of him. It was a chunk of ice. Piotr looked up. The heat of the fire must have melted it from the treetops. What's more, his mind seemed to be working again. Must have been the knock on the head that had brought him out of his dream-like state. "Well," said Draconius, "I am done here. You have completed my requests and have now been properly rewarded for each of them. I'd be on my way if I were you." Piotr did not move his head to look at the centaur, but he did go "vat?" "You have heard me. I wish you luck." With that, Piotr heard the sound of the centaur's hooves hitting the floor growing further and further away. Draconius was gone, leaving Piotr there. Now what? Should he send up red sparks? Call for help? He couldn't get up. And what about his third item anyway? Where was that? Draconius said he'd been properly rewarded. How? He'd been attacked, sent on what seemed to be mundane go-fetch assignments, and been nearly killed. And now all he had to show for it was a scrap of hide, the bell that had almost gotten him killed, a punctured arm and a crushed leg (both completely useless now), and a knot on his head from a falling chunk of ice! Oh. Perhaps that was it. Piotr reached out with his right hand. He forced himself to scoot over using his uninjured leg and injured left arm until his fingers enclosed the partially melted hunk of ice. It had shrunk to fit squarely in his palm. Which was another issue. What use was it if it melted? There was, of course, a simple solution to this. But even simple solutions were difficult in Piotr's state. It was a struggle for Piotr to pick his wand back up and cast a permanent freezing charm on the ice, so that it was now a very cold, white crystal in his hand. Still, he could not get up. And he was sure that there was no way he could apparate back to the forest edge. If he could do it, than anyone could. And he highly doubted that the Headmistress of Hogwarts wanted just anyone to be able to find there way to Hogwarts so easily. He was so close to completing this task, yet so far away. Still, he had one option left to him. And if he used it, then he had a good chance of at least living. Perhaps he would be disqualified. Perhaps that would be a good thing, though it would shame his school. And Piotr himself did not know if he could live with the shame. Still, it was better to be alive. You have got it all wrong, as Piotr had heard an Italian character from an old World War II movie say on his family's only televison set (American and British movies was how Piotr had learned english). It is better to live on your feet than it is to die on your knees. The Italian had been arguing with an American soldier after Mussolini had been ousted from the country. The Italian had explained that when the Fascist where in power, he was a fascist. Now that the Amaricans have taken over, he is now pro-American. The American had scoffed at the Italian's servile attitude, saying that it was better to "die on your feet than to live on your knees." Lying there on the ground, facing possible death and the chance at survival, though it would shame him, Piotr had finally understood what that scene had been about. And he found that he agreed with the Italian man. With some effort, Piotr had pointed his wand to the sky. "Perriculum!" Piotr said, sending up red sparks that exploded, sending a flash of crimson in a wide area. He gently lowered his only good arm and breathed quietly, waiting for help. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 28 2009, 11:26:10 PM Post #277 |
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Mariane wrinkled her nose and grimaced as she meticulously accepted the strip of skin and fur between her index and thumb. "I really could have used a slightly larger piece to line the insides of my gloves..." she saind as she tucked the strip into the pocket of her (former) top of the line athletic outfit. Dirt and grass stains were everywhere, on her face, in her hair, on her shoes--she was a mess. Firenze ignored her comment and instructed that she gather some herbs. Mariane blew some of her hair out of her eyes and regarded him with disbelief. "You want me to gather some herbs? Where's the challenge in that?" she asked. Firenze said nothing. Heaving a sigh, Mariane started back from whence she came--maybe there'd be sage or mallowsweet growing nearby. Running, she saw back to where she'd slain the deer and looked around the lovage plants, following several clumps of thyme, morningwood, rosemary, even some wolfsbane. Interesting. Sage grew just around the border of the small clearing, and Mariane violently tugged the plant from it's earthly home, ignoring the silver metal marked '1' that fell from the plant and landed on ground. Now for the mallowsweet. Mariane looked asunder for the tell-tale golden bulbs that marked the plant. Finding a sprig closer to where she found the lovage, she lifted it, this time noticing that she found another metal piece marked '2'. Examining it, she went back to where she'd first found the sage to see if there was another piece. Picking the first piece up, she looked again at the second one. There was a third missing. Pulling her wand out, she accioed the third piece, and fit the three together. She repaired it with magic, and found that it was a bell. A chain wound around her neck and looped through the bell, which began to ring. Loudly. "Stop! Be Quiet!!" she shouted, clapping her hands over her ears, as the ringing endured. The trees began to rustle, strange cackling started, and several gnome-like creature with very sharp tusks and dirty, bloodstained clothes. Mariane screamed and took off running, with about ten of those behind her. Looking above her, she saw red sparks, and ran toward it. Whichever of the other champions was in trouble, she'd bring some more. Her money was on the Hogwarts one. Perhaps they'd take him instead of her. Or, he'd help in assisting the disposal of these...things. Upon arriving in the clearing, Mariane was panting, her bell gone silent, and she whipped out her wand, nodding to Piotr. "It's been a bad morning, hasn't it?" she said. "Though yours seems much worse, comerade. Je desole, mon ami." Without even pausing to give assistance, she leaned down and pecked his cheek, and sprinted out of the clearing, shouting, "Do svi-dan-niye!" Finding Firenze again, she wordlessly handed the herbs over to him, and placed her hands onher knees as she replenished the air in her lungs. Firenze had a fire set up, and he tossed the herbs on the fire. When the smoke rose, the snow resting on the caps of the trees started to slip down, and fall down to the ground. Mariane bent and touched the solid cold substance, lifting some in the palm of her hand. Encasing the snow in a freezing charm, she clutched it, her hand pale from the cold. Firenze just nodded. "You've completed it." he said simply. Mariane squirmed, and tried to remove the bell, but it was stuck fast. "This bell doesn't exactly align with the outfits that I've brought to Hogwarts...is there any way to remove it?" Mariane asked, plaintively. Firenze just stared at her blankly. Mariane heaved another sigh and tried to remember where the entrance to the forest was. "Point me!" she shouted, and her wand rose into the air and pointed the direction of the exit. With her wand floating along as she jogged, she reached the edge of the forest, ran a hand through her hair, and emerged witha triumphant smile upon her face. The Beaubaxtons students let out a cheer, with the female students launching into their dance. "Qui, Qui, Quicompoix!" "Qui, Qui, Quicompoix!" The powder blue flags were thrown into the air, and even Katriane started to clap vigorously, waving her flag about and jumping up and down as she cheered gaily. The underdog beat out the favorites to win. She'd lose points for not helping PioPio, but c'est la vie. |
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| Horacio DuMaine | Aug 29 2009, 12:59:17 AM Post #278 |
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As cheers erupted from the stands below him, Horacio snapped out of his reverie, levelling his gaze down to the grounds outside of the Forbidden Forest. A rather dirty mess of blonde and blue had just emerged from the forest, the triumphant atmosphere all too evident, even from where he sat. He smirked, almost approvingly. Well...that would certainly upset several people's opinions of her. He'd heard the mutterings of the naive idiots who occupied the stands with him. People who thought that, simply because she looked like a barbie, it meant she was utterly and completely useless in ability. The very idea was a joke. It was funny how those who complained about certain stereotypes, were all too quick to back another. Obviously, they thought their own opinions on the matter weighed more than the Goblets', and that they knew better than the ancient artefact. The very notion, was laughable. Horacio joined in the applause, his hands coming together slowly, several times. He never was much to show overly done enthusiasm. One thing was for sure though. She'd emerged, he was no longer very much interested in the Task. He didn't particularly care about the Durmstrang and, to be honest, it seems he was faring the worst. So much for people's expectations. As for Tristan, well...yea. He simply didn't care. Standing from his seat, he slipped away from the stands overlooking the First Task. Another good thing about sitting away from others. The exit was easy, clean, and unnoticable. Edited by Horacio DuMaine, Aug 29 2009, 12:59:45 AM.
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| June Brooks | Aug 29 2009, 06:51:03 AM Post #279 |
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| Avery Griffith | Aug 29 2009, 08:34:48 AM Post #280 |
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Avery grinned at the two others who came over. She noticed Cosette and scooted over a tad more. The amount of people in the stands now was downright suffocating. He knees were jammed into someone's back in front of her. Someone was jamming their knees into hers, and she squashed between Mike and Bex which wasn't the least bit comfortable. She was about to ask if there was any room on the other side when Moody's gruff voice cut the air. She winced as Moody described Piotr's injuries. It was soon after followed by just a hint of red sparks spouting just above the trees. Someone had given up? Was it Piotr? Tristan? "I hope it's not Trista--" she was cut off when Moody continued, saying something about Tristan getting away uninjured. Well, it couldn't have been him, then. She smirked, doing her best to nudge Mike in the ribs, wrenching her arm from between the two of them. "Bet it was Miss Quicompoix?" she asked looking back towards the forest. Tristan should be coming out any time now... She was jerked out of her search for the Hogwarts champion by a sudden chant of ecstatic Beauxbatons chanting something. "Kee Kee Kee comb...?" she asked bewildered. But soon it was all made clear by a dirty and out of breath Quicompoix coming out of the forest. She frowned, wishing she hadn't made the comment about her earlier. Well, it didn't matter, Tristan would still be second, right? |
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