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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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| Precious Hindert | Aug 29 2009, 01:06:33 PM Post #281 |
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"Excuse me, but who are you?" Precious asked to the new comer (Sierra). It sounded more like a hiss then a question. Precious didn't take too kindly to strangers. Even if they were in Slytherin or not, pureblood or not. She is very, very, very protective. Extremely territorial. She knew it would piss Dave off that she was protective of Mitchell, but it made Precious' blood boil when someone could just walk up and assume they're worthy enough to start talking to them. She uncrossed her legs, grabbing the bench with her gloved hands. "This another whore of yours, Kalvor?" the Slytherin asked, a smirk on her signature red lips. Edited by Precious Hindert, Aug 29 2009, 01:21:33 PM.
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| Mike Endicott | Aug 29 2009, 01:17:48 PM Post #282 |
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Mike had zoned out yet again, coming back to Earth when Cosette had introduced herself. "Mike." He said, with a smile. He dug his hands into his pockets, staring at the ground. When Avery had nudged him, he looked up at her and grinned. "Oh no! We got a Beauxbaton down. It's the end of the world!" Mike said jokingly. He chuckled. OOC| Sorry such a crappy post.<___< Edited by Mike Endicott, Aug 29 2009, 01:26:19 PM.
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Aug 29 2009, 04:58:59 PM Post #283 |
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Mitchell turned back to the girl who he had been so interested in previously, before the newcomer's arrival. Mitch gave a small, yet sly smile. His eyes flicked from Sierra to Precious numerous times. "Now now, Precious. Not jealous are we?" he said, with a little more venom in his words than Mitch would have liked. But underneath that, Mitchell's tone was teasing, he was joking around. Mitch leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs. Mitchell's arms were folded over so his hands loosely gripped his upper arms. Out of the corner of his eyes, Mitchell could see both Precious and Sierra fairly clearly, which would prove interesting. On the other hand, he could just stare ahead of himself with ease, and concentrate on what he should be. The task. But Mitchell did not care for such things, a fight of words between Preci and Sierra would certainly be a lot more amusing. For the time being, at least. As Precious' latest remark hit Mitchell's ears, he narrowed his eyes a fraction and smirked. "Mhm, well you'll have to ask her that. I'm afraid I wouldn't know." Mitchell sighed. Were all girls so... bitchy about each other? Or was that just the ones in Slytherin? Mitch was willing to talk to Sierra, and let her sit by him. Not that there was much likelihood that she wouldn't have sat there anyway. He was fine to have a normal conversation, friendly chatter. And although people had to show something in the way that they were worthy to talk to him, well Mitchell had to give them a chance, didn't he? And that was one of the ways in which he and Precious were very, very different. And then, Mitchell realised he didn't really care what Precious' views were - or at least that was the case in that moment. Other times his opinion would probably change, as the entire situation would be different. Of course, Mitch was still interested in Precious - how could he not be. But he wanted that freedom to do what he wanted, be what he wanted. And that just so happened to include things like talking to people who he wanted to. Mitch just hoped it was worth it. Mitchell ran his tongue along his top row of teeth, glancing up as the first to emerge from the Forest was... the Beauxbaton student. Mitchell frowned slightly, and snorted quietly. Well, who'd have known? It wasn't the outcome everyone was expecting. At least not to Mitchell. She had certainly proved something by completing the task first. "Oh, and what do you mean by another, Precious?" he demanded. "What've you been hearing?" Mitchell's tone joked, and he himself felt much the same. |
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| Sierra Fillipelli | Aug 29 2009, 05:07:41 PM Post #284 |
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"Sierra Fillipelli. And you are....." She trailed off. She knew exactly who she was, a Hindert girl, but it still gave her pleasure to act as if she had no clue. She sneered a bit, "Whore you say? That's a new one. Normally it's along the lines of bitch. Original." Wow.....this bitch is psycho. This was tedious. She had come to the Task for amusement. Instead she was targeted by some bitchy girl in her house. She was starting to regret coming more and more. "For your information, I've never spoken to Mitchell before this, so I doubt I'd be one of his whores." She smirked, "But information can be misleading." There was no way she was Mitchell's whore. She barely knew him enough to call him an acquaintance, much less be into him romantically. But she was too busy enjoying being vindictive to really tell Precious that. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Aug 29 2009, 06:17:34 PM Post #285 |
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Tristan sat down and attempted to catch his breath whilst Bannishtar began to toss his collected herbs onto a fire, the familiar smell of burning sage drifting into his nostrils. The smell took him straight back to Divination class, arousing a sense of nostalgia and melancholy. He was glad that the bell had momentarily stopped ringing as the sound had been getting to him, causing a worsening headache. As the fire really began to pick up pace the heat produced was growing hotter and hotter. So hot in fact that the treetops began to drop their collected ice and snow. "Your final treasure falls as if a gift from the sky. Careful you must be to preserve it, less it vanish before you can return." Bannishtar said. This was decidedly more cryptic than he was used to from the centaur but assumed it was a script he had been given. "Falls from the sky? Like....what? The snow? The ice?" He scanned the ground and could see the fallen snow already melting under the intense heat of the fire. "Preserve the snow! Freezing Charm! Congelo!" The Freezing Charm worked instantly, a suitable size chunk of snow froze as it was, allowing him to add the final treasure to his collection. "Thank you, Professor!" Tristan had his third and final item. He now had to get back in time! He got to his feet and prepared to race back through the trees when red sparks appeared above the trees off to his right. OOC - Will finish after work unless Piotr you want to godmode me. |
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| Alastor Moody | Aug 29 2009, 07:10:11 PM Post #286 |
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"Those red sparks were summoned by Piotr Rasputin, meaning he has requested assistance. This won't put him out of the game, but it will cause him to lose points from the judges. Bad luck, though. Terrible luck, as he had been the first to obtain all three items, not to mention the way he stood back up after taking a hit like that. It happens to the best of us, let me tell you." Moody gave a gruff chuckle, gesturing to his many scars. Moody frowned again, noting that the centaurs had not yet come to collect Piotr. Are they just standing there watching? Don't the care? Was Bidelia wrong to trust them to give a damn if a human in the forest was injured and needed help? Moody scanned the forest with his magical eye, noting that they were just standing hidden in various places. Moody had also noted that the scouts that should have been saving the Durmstrang from those Red Caps before were now on the scene, and a several dozen Red Caps now lay in a pile with arrows in their backs. From the looks of it, they had cut it too close, and Piotr had disappeared only a second before they had opened fire on the creatures that had almost killed him. "And Tristan Nightshade is the second to gather all three items. However, he seems to be heading in the wrong direction now. He should be returning here, but he seems to be heading in the direction of the injured Durmstrang Champion! And it appears as though Quicompoix has seen her chance to finally break into the lead. She has completed her the hunt for her three times and is now making a run for the edge of the forest. She's followed by quite a few of those creatures, but she dispatches them quickly. She's almost to the finish line and...Quicompoix is the first to complete the task!" Suddenly, the crowd erupted with a cacophony of cheers (mostly from Beauxbatons students and males from the other schools), as well as polite applause and some booing (primarily females from the rival schools). "Don't think anyone of us saw that coming," Moody said, his voice sounding over the noise of the crowd, "Miss Quicompoix, you may rest as we await the arrival of your fellow champions." Even as Moody addressed the Beauxbatons champion, however, his magical eye was still fixed on the forest and Mr. Nightshade's apparent rescue attempt. Perhaps the centaurs were indeed waiting to see if one of the others would help Rasputin? |
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| Deleted User | Aug 29 2009, 08:37:58 PM Post #287 |
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Mariane blew Mad-Eye a kiss, the old man's skepticism made winning all the more satisfying. She'd shown them all that she was much more than a pretty face, and not some dainty porcelain doll that would crack under pressure. Her powder blue athletic suit was no longer it's natural color. She didn't even wantto be alerted to the status of her hair the moment. Not that it really mattered. The best thing about being veela was and would always be: Always sexy at any time, no matter what the attire, or circumstances.* She'd charm the pants off any person in the stands, all while looking as if she'd been in the eye of a hurricane. You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad- You Know It, You Know And The Whole World Has To Answer Right Now --Bad, by Michael Jackson OOC: *ZOMG I have that same problem! Happy Birthday Michael Jackson! <3 |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Aug 30 2009, 02:47:00 AM Post #288 |
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Tristan held his wand tightly as he made his way through the Forest, the bell once again ringing ridiculously loud now that he had left the sanctuary of the centaur clearing. In the two or so minutes he had been within the trees he had been attacked no less than seven times by a variety of Red Cap hybrids, Bowtruckles, Acromantula and even a particularly agitated owl who had taken to being disturbed by the ringing bell! Most he had been able to Stun or elude but one or two had managed to get their claws to him, his left forearm and forehead now bleeding freely as a result. He was heading in the direction he had seen the red sparks yet he couldn't put his finger on why he was doing so. The sparks indicated that one of the other Champions was in trouble and it was highly likely that one of the Professors or centaurs would be along to help him. But having seen how effective the bell was at attracting unwanted visitors he thought it very possible that a centaur would be unable to handle the sheer numbers on their own. The centaurs didn't have magic on their side and, as proud as they were, it was a tool that would shift the balance and potentially save a life. As he leapt over a fallen tree it occurred to him whether either the Durmstrang or Beauxbatons Champion would come to his aid were he the one sending up sparks and he answered himself honestly, no, they more than likely wouldn't. Rather than wasting his time he could be fleeing the Forest and scoring more points but that 'good guy' part of Tristan couldn't allow him to leave someone to possibly die. Another Red Cap appeared from nowhere and swiped at him with its claws, this time landing a vicious blow on his shoulder, causing yet another wound to open up. At the rate he was going he wouldn't have any uninjured skin left! The pain this injury caused made his brain snap, "REDUCTO!" he roared, anxious to get the thing away from him and cause it pain. The Red Cap, for all intents and purposes, exploded like a paper bag filled with water being hit by a sledgehammer! Tristan gasped aloud at the carnage he had caused but it slipped from his mind as he realized he had arrived. Piotr was collapsed before him breathing and bleeding heavily. Tristan's bell fell silent as he entered another centaur clearing, his head falling silent as the ringing ceased. Breathing a sigh of relief at the silence he raced to where the Durmstrang Champion lay, a little confused as to why the centaur standing nearby had done nothing to help him. "Piotr, are you ok? Can you move?" His eyes roamed over the injuries he had sustained which made his own pale in comparison. Where Tristan had a few isolated cuts and gashes that were bleeding, Piotr was covered in them! His robes were soaked with blood and his face incredibly pale. "We need to get you out of here! Can you walk?" he asked of his competitor. |
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| Precious Hindert | Aug 30 2009, 11:18:09 AM Post #289 |
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"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of that?" Precious asked with a sneer, jerking her head towards Sierra. Honestly, why would she? She was extremely good looking, and she knew it. The Slytheirn then refocused her attention on the newcomer. "I'm Precious Hindert. But of course you already know that," Because I'm too good for you. Precious thought. She blinked a couple of times before turning her attention back to Mitchell. "What do I mean about another?" she asked slowly, a sly smile on her cherry red lips. "There have been some rumors. If I were you, I'd keep my ears open." she said. "More along the lines of bitch you say?" Precious asked Sierra. She smirked. "I'll have you know I'm the Mega Bitch around here." the Slytherin said, smirking again. Tinsley who? If Sierra didn't know Precious Hindert, then Sierra sure as hell didn't know Tinsley Carmichael. And that gave Precious the right to claim her throne. "So if I were you, I'd watch your tongue. I don't care if you've never met Kalvor, as I didn't ask for it. Just watch your actions before you end up like someone named . . . Emma Gray." Precious nearly hissed the name. She hated saying it, but she couldn't let anything hurt her. She was fearless. OOC: School starts tomorrow, so try not to reply in long posts. Because then I will have to. <__< |
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| Addie Lumineux | Aug 30 2009, 12:06:25 PM Post #290 |
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Addie was on the edge of her seat the entire time, it was just the first task, and already the danger was ridiculous. Her eyes widened slightly at Moody's commentary. Tristan was injured, but naturally he was still going to help the Durmstrang. She couldn't help smiling somewhat. That was her Tristan, heart of gold, there was no changing that. "Come on Tris! You can do it!" Addie called, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear her. It felt good to cheer none-the-less. |
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| Sierra Fillipelli | Aug 30 2009, 12:19:41 PM Post #291 |
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"That? That has a name thank you." She hissed. "Mega-Bitch? Duly noted. Though I thought that was Carmichael's territory. " Now this is livening up the First Task. You know, bitchy as Precious is, I actually kind of like her. Reminds me of my Aunt Demitria. She chuckled a bit at the thought and then at the girl's next comment. "Watch my tongue? Make me." She was confused, however, by Precious's reference to Emma Gray. "What did you to Gray?" OOC: Was that too short? I'll edit it if you want it to be longer, but I can't really do long posts. 0.0 |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Aug 30 2009, 12:36:50 PM Post #292 |
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Mitchell cocked an eyebrow. Rumors? He hadn't heard any rumors. But then again, Mitch hadn't been listening for them. It certainly ground on his nerves though, things like that tended to. People spreading things which had nothing to do with them around the school didn't sit well with Mitch. If he was on the other side of things, then it was different, although at the best of times he still wasn't one for rumors. What did he care though? Mitchell wasn't bothered, after all it wasn't as if he had a reputation to shatter. And, well it was better to have whores... than no whores at all. Mitchell's face remained impassive, although on the inside his emotions were mixed. A part of him didn't care and wasn't bothered in the slightest. That part was laughing. The other, however was annoyed, better described as angry. That part wanted him to find out what was happening, what had been said. Mitchell gave the slightest of frowns, his eyes sliding toward Precious. "Oh, I don't know about that, Preci." Mitchell said. "Keeping my ears open? We'll see." Mitchell clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He watched the conversation flowing between Precious and Sierra, a small smile on his lips. It was turning out to be interesting. Mitchell somewhat admired Sierra's nerve, she was just so willing to oppose Precious. Maybe she was simply misinformed? Perhaps she didn't realise who she was talking to. But wasn't that the way Mitchell was when he first encountered 'Tinsley and her army', as he so called them. A memory, which made him cringe just to think of it. But Mitchell had wisened up since then. Besides, he had other reasons to not offend Precious. The attraction was still there, after all. [OOC// It's shorter...] Edited by Mitchell Kalvor, Aug 30 2009, 12:37:34 PM.
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| Deleted User | Aug 30 2009, 08:10:26 PM Post #293 |
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!Xabbu sat beside Katriane, surprised as she must be to see Mariane be the first to complete the task. !Xabbu joined in the excitement with his own reserved applause. His expression was ponderous. He pondered everything, so this wasn't unusual. "Mari has more power than I would have guessed," said !Xabbu to Katriane. In the four and-a-half years that !Xabbu has lived with the Quicompoixs, he could not recall a time when Mariane had ever shown as much magical talent as she did tonight. She'd always given the appearance of a flake, though !Xabbu would never have said that to her or even to Katriane. Even !Xabbu himself wanted to give Mari and all her faults the benefit of the doubt. "Though I'm not entirely sure this means she's won this thing..." he added a moment later. Surely, the stated goals of this tournament being what they were, the champions wouldn't be judged just on skill alone. That, and it was clear that Tristan could have beaten her had he not gone to help Piotr. "I hope Tristan and that Durmstrang get back here safely," he said. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 30 2009, 08:51:05 PM Post #294 |
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Katriane, cheering like a maniac, waving her flags and shooting blue and sky blue confetti from her wand jovially, wasn't really paying attention to what !Xabbu was saying. She was just filled with familial pride. Strangely, a burden had been lifted. She wasn't the only Quicompoix who was talented. She had the elementium...Mariane could say she was the Champion of her Academy.. Katriane beamed. Now, all she needed was for Tristan to get out. "C'MON TRISTAN, YOU CAN DO IT!" she shouted. "Cheer louder, !Xabbu, LOUDER!" Kiki encouraged. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 30 2009, 09:46:28 PM Post #295 |
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More of that eerie ringing filled the night air. Piotr's eyes shifted frantically, he himself unable to stand. He clutched his wand, thinking that his bell had suddenly begun ringing again. For those creatures to find him before help did was the last thing he needed. However, what came through the veil of trees lining the clearing was not any sort of monster, but the light of a wand, and then the sillouette of a human. Piotr blinked. The Hogwarts Champion? "You...?" he said, breathlessly from his position on the forest floor. This was certainly a strange turn of events. Piotr had doubted Nightshade's skills, and yet here was they young champion, two years his junior, standing over him with what appeared to be a helping hand. "Piotr, are you ok? Can you move?" asked Tristan, his eyes roamed over the injuries Piotr had sustained. The bell around Tristan's own neck ceased to ring, and if anything had been chasing him, it did not follow him into the clearing. "We need to get you out of here! Can you walk?" "I can move, but my left leg is useless," he said, trying not to sound pitiful, though he was shocked at this act by the Hogwarts Champion. Mariane had simply walked by, even taunted him. Sure, it was not likely that Piotr was to die, seeing as help would eventually come, but still it was cruel, yet not unexpected in this kind of game. Mariane, Piotr thought. She was probably heading for the edge now. And here was Tristan, who could have a shot at beating her, helping him. His wand arm still worked, thank Merlin. And he was sure that if they left this sanctuary that the bells around their necks would ring again. If Tristan would help him out of here, he would return the favor and they could both fight their way out of here. ((OOC: I don't want to godmode you, so hopefully you'll be on here to reply soon and help Piotr up. If you like, you may godmode Piotr and Tristan fighting their way out.)) |
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| Bellatrix Black | Aug 30 2009, 10:10:35 PM Post #296 |
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Bellatrix had remained quiet throughout the task, listening to Moody with interest, but obvious indifference as to how any of the champions were faring. The thought crossed her mind briefly that perhaps she should at least to pretend to support HOgwarts, but abandoned the notion quickly. Hogwarts or not, the day she was caught cheering for Tristan Nightshade of all people...well, it wasn't likely to happen, anyway. Her thoughts were interupted by a sudden roar of applause from the mass of blue to her right--apparently the Beauxbatons girl wasn't as much of an airhead at Bellatrix had taken her for...Tristan, however, was proving that he was an even bigger idiot than she thought, if possible. He had a chance to come in second place (which was rather good, seeing as the other two were older and certinally more capable than he) but instead of taking advantage of the fact, he went back to help the bloody Russian. Honestly, it wasn't like he was going to die, and even if he was...well, he signed up for it, didn't he? |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Aug 31 2009, 05:10:27 AM Post #297 |
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"Ok. You'll have to use me as support. Here we go." He helped Piotr to his feet, getting on his left hand side in lieu of his injured leg. "It'll be slow going but with the two of us we should be able to defend ourselves until we get out of here." And with that they began to hobble forward. It soon became clear just how slow they were going to be traveling with Piotr the way he was. And as soon as they left the clearing both bells began to ring with deafening clamor. Where before one bell alone had been loud enough to draw unwanted attention from the dark creatures of the Forest, two bells combined sounded like a hundred, particularly as Tristan's head was right next to his Piotr's. Within seconds a number of Acromantula spawn appeared from nowhere and made their way menacingly towards the pair. Both boys fired off jinx after jinx in attempt to repel the attackers, all the while moving slowly towards the Hogwarts grounds. The worst was when a particularly large Red Cap appeared from behind a tree with the largest claws he had seen on any of its kind. And yet it never got a chance to attack either of them as Piotr fired of a charm, wordlessly, which caused the Red Cap to drive its claws into its own stomach (That Puppet Charm from before). Tristan winced as it seemed as though he had just witnessed the Imperius Curse used but said nothing, thankful that they were not being made into food. After what seemed like an eternity, the sunlight could be seen in the distance like the light at the end of a road tunnel. This seemed to give them new energy and they picked up their pace to almost that of a regular walk, which was a feat given his condition. Felling one final Bowtruckle with a slash of his wand, Piotr emerged first into the sunlight followed by Tristan, the latter breathing a sigh of relief at having made it through the first task mostly unscathed. Yet his heart sank when he saw Mariane had arrived back already and not failing to notice that Piotr had stepped out of the Forest before him to arrive second. It was likely that he would be coming last when awarded the scores. Several of the teachers appeared to escort Piotr & he over to the Medical tent to be examined and patched up, where at the same time several centaurs were exiting the tree line and making their way towards the judges. They would likely give the finer points on who did what. He sank gratefully onto an examination table and allowed his body to be poked and prodded, just thankful to be able to have a rest. His pockets were still bulging with his collected items and he considered briefly what they all meant. |
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| Sierra Fillipelli | Aug 31 2009, 12:19:20 PM Post #298 |
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"Whoa....What's going on with Nightshade and the Durmstrang champion? And what the hell are those clawed things!" Sierra wondered out loud, raising an eyebrow at the scene before her. She had been so absorbed in her fight with Precious, that she had been oblivious to the goings on of the Task."You certainly don't see that in Italy." Sierra didn't really see much of anything in Italy when it came to magical creatures. It was almost like the entire country had been scrubbed bare of any remnants of magic. That had it's fair share of pluses, such as not having to worry about being attacked by something you couldn't repel, but it also had it's minuses, such as a lack of understanding and empathy for magical creatures. I wonder if Luca's back. I wonder what Mama said about the transfer. I hope she says no! It'll suck to have to change schools. "What do you think of Beauxbaton's champion finishing first." Sierra smirked, glancing over at Mitchell. "Luck or skill?" |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Aug 31 2009, 12:32:29 PM Post #299 |
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Mitchell looked over to Sierra in surprise. "You're from Italy?" he asked. Mitchell was sometimes oblivious to such things, usually because there was a large mix of people from all different parts of the world in Hogwarts, so that Mitch didn't notice individuals being from other countries. Now that he really looked at Sierra, well she appeared somewhat foreign, although a small part in the back of his mind had already guessed that she was from elsewhere. "Luck." he said simply. There was no way that someone like the Quicompoix girl had finished the task first from skill. After all, the Durmstrang was injured and the Hogwarts Champion was being plain stupid - not that Mitch didn't expect it from Nightshade. "She won't complete the next one quite so well." he shrugged off the thought. No-one could be that lucky. Not two times in a row. But Mitchell wasn't bothered by who won. Perhaps he would have been if say, a Slytherin was competing in the tournament for Hogwarts. Then the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry might actually have a chance. But as things were, well Mitch didn't give a damn He narrowed his eyes, turning his head to stare in front of him. Mitch stretched out his arms and sat straight, with his arms hanging by his sides."Not long now," he murmered. Mitchell couldn't wait to get inside, eat and escape down to the dungeons. He was aching to get up and leave straight away. But Mitch knew he couldn't, not yet. Besides, he was sure the task wouldn't last much longer. |
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Thank you, Margo!<3 | |
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| Sierra Fillipelli | Aug 31 2009, 12:44:03 PM Post #300 |
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"You're from Italy?" he asked, a shocked expression appearing on his face. Sierra let out a laugh. "I worked really hard to lose my accent." She grinned, "It still comes up every once and a while, but I try to keep it under check. Here I'll show you." She cleared her throat, before coming out in her natural voice. "This is what I sound like with the accent." Sierra flushed a little. It was always embarrassing to show people her accent, because unlike other accents, hers was extremely strong. She reverted back to her normal voice. "Weird, I know." She snickered when Mitchell responded with Luck. "It was either that or she sold her soul. I bet you she flips out at the second task because she breaks a nail or something." She stared out at the field, watching the clawed things retreat back into the woods. God, Hogwarts would lose the Tournament simply because they were stupid enough to pick Nightshade. A Slytherin would have brought the school to victory. "What were those things anyway?" She asked, motioning to the retreating creatures. She shivered again, pulling her jacket tighter. "Ugh! It's way too cold out. I cannot wait to go back inside!" |
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we are not that different from each other, we just want somebody to discover who we really are when we drop our guard. | |
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