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It is now: Year 5 - Day 5 - Lunch/Freetime before the Yule Ball (December 25, 2011 A.D.)
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| Hellius Surla | Oct 27 2009, 04:52:52 PM Post #1 |
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The brims of the cuffs of Hellius' black jeans were just barely stained with the foul, repugnant brown of a fresh mud; dried after a few hours time of it first being rubbed onto the denim. His legs were curled up close to him, the bottoms of his feet firmly placed against the floor, as he pressed his back against the wall. Hellius had entered the hall a few minutes before class started - just when the rush to get inside of the classroom was at its peak. He found interest in watching people who were in a frantic state of paranoia, who were doing anything in their power to get to their chosen destination within the alloted time their Pressure designated for them. Hellius took notice of their primal, irrational instincts which often made them lose consideration for the fellow next to them. Shoves, elbows to the face, kicks - an overall assortment of fierce, unnecessary roughhousing - all of which were committed without the slightest thought. Sad... he thought, as the final student slipped through the closing doors of the History of Magic class. Hellius shook his head and lit a cigarette in between his lips, taking a drag as he reached back into his pocket with his left hand to store his lighter and to retrieve his notebook. Retrieving his enchanted quill from his shirt pocket, Hellius flipped the notebook open and began to record his thoughts. And so, there is the hysterical mass - the typical, mindless drone which is an association of this age: the paranoid of fashion, whose creativity is so limited and lacking that they resort to surrounding themselves with the rants of the "fashionistas," who discourage individuality by encouraging "in-styles" and "out-styles" for the times and seasons; the crazed of future and success, who are incapable of looking beyond the tunnel they have carved for themselves, who hope for reaching the other end of the mountain, but never realize that they have dug at a downward, diagonal slope; the mindlessly ambitious, who think about nothing and never question a thing - who take in the stereotypes of society and the "typical" portrayal of what they are "supposed to be" from the media and markets. These people never know what it is to have a mind of their own. They may think they do, but what do they know when they don't know their own mind? What kind of decisions can they make when they can't make decisions of their own? Tapping the tip of the quill against the paper within his pocket notebook, Hellius sighed, staring across at the wall. He closed the notebook with his fingers and slipped the quill and his writings back into their respective pockets. Edited by Hellius Surla, Oct 27 2009, 07:29:47 PM.
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| Olivia Linnet | Oct 27 2009, 06:35:33 PM Post #2 |
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Olivia was late. Lunch had ended, and as everyone swarmed from the Great Hall, Olivia had decided to let the throng pass by before heading to History of Magic. After all, what was the rush? She had leaned back, watching the perfect white tufts of clouds glide across the surface of the artificial sky above, outlined in silver as they floated over the faux sun. When the Great Hall had been nearly empty, Olivia decided it was time to leave. It was only when she stepped into the hallway that with a jolt of realization, she remembered her History book and notes were in her dorm room. Panicked, Olivia sped up the many staircases of Hogwarts to Gryffindor Tower, where she had retrieved her supplies and proceeded to sprint back down the hundreds of steps to the First Floor Corridoors. Everything blurred past Olive as she ran, pounding the stone floors with all her might. Distracted by her desperation to get to class, she hardly noticed the boy sitting on the floor, his back against the hallway wall, and her foot caught on his leg. "Aghhh!" Olive shreiked, tumbling forward onto the stone, her book bag falling to the ground and spilling its contents all over the hallway. "Bloody f*cking hell," Olivia groaned in frustration, getting to her feet. She gathered her parchment and books, stuffing them unceremoniously into her bag. Suddenly, on the bottom of the book bag grew a large, unsightly blotch of black. Ink for her quill had leaked. "Oh no," she gasped, peering inside. She grabbed her notes. They had been soaked through with ink. In her frustraion, Olivia sunk into the wall in back of her. "Son of a-" For the first time, she realized the identity of the boy whom she had tripped over. "Hellius?" Olivia's cheeks flushed a deep red. She looked down into her lap, ashamed to have been seen by him in such a state. She inhaled deeply and, without looking up, asked in a sheepish tone, "What were you doing sitting in the middle of the hallway?" |
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| Hellius Surla | Oct 27 2009, 07:15:28 PM Post #3 |
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"I was watching the sheep," Hellius responded lightly, pulling his legs in towards his chest as soon as Olivia tripped over them. He glanced over at her and sniffed rather verbally, taking a quick moment to notice the ink which had stained her fingers, and the blotted trail of black left from her bag. Turning his head forward again, he placed his hands at his sides and rolled his shoulders, leaning the rest of his body weight against the wall. "The incantation ‘Scourgify' should fix all of that right up." Hellius reached into his pockets again and retrieved the quill and the notebook. Flipping open the pages to a blank page, the Gryffindor edged the tip across the paper in a specific pattern. He examined the page for a moment after finishing, then nodded and clicked his teeth before ripping it out of the notebook and handing it to Olivia. "And that's the wand movement, just in case you aren't familiar with the spell." Hellius didn't notice that a few of the pages at the top of the notebook fell open as he set the notebook at his side after ripping the page out. Sitting with his legs pulled close to his chest, he took a deep breath, appearing utterly unemotional. Edited by Hellius Surla, Oct 27 2009, 07:43:59 PM.
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| Olivia Linnet | Oct 27 2009, 08:15:22 PM Post #4 |
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"I was watching the sheep." Olivia gave him a quizzical look, questioning his sanity. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. The hungry wolf watches the sheep for his next victim... Olivia shook off the thought. She refused to let her knowledge of Hellius'... condition of sorts let her perception of him become marred. On the contrary, Olivia was convinced that behind the mysterious and dark facade, Hellius was good at heart. "The incantation ‘Scourgify' should fix all of that right up.And that's the wand movement, just in case you aren't familiar with the spell." "Oh, duh," Olivia said, clapping her palm to her forehead. She accepted the peice of paper with a "thank you" and recited the incantaion. The ink seemed to evaporate from the paper. "Good as new," she said with a smile, "thanks again. And sorry about running you over back there." Olivia gave a little embarrassed laugh. She then noticed the open notebook at Hellius' feet, from which the instructions to the Scourgify spell were given. There were several paragraphs written, untitled, although Olive caught a few words. It didn't seem anything like class notes. "What's this?" she asked, picking it up. She read. And so, there is the hysterical mass - the typical, mindless drone which is an association of this age... Ah. Those sheep. Olivia read the entire page through. She looked up. "Well, well, well. The inner workings of the mind belonging to the secretive Hellius Surla. Seriously, I feel like I've just discovered the Rosetta Stone." She was only half joking. |
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| Hellius Surla | Oct 27 2009, 08:32:42 PM Post #5 |
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Hellius crossed his arms and glanced over his shoulder at Olivia again. Looking at his notebook which was now in between her hands, he sighed, dropping his head back against the stone wall behind him. "F*ck," he murmured, letting his gaze run up to the ceiling. He didn't feel like wrestling Olive back for his notebook, and he didn't really see any harm that could come from her reading it. Hellius was uncomfortable with someone reading his thoughts, he would admit to that, but there's nothing he really wanted to do about it at this point. Taking a drag of his cigarette, the Gryffindor boy grasped the tube in between the middle and index fingers of his left hand and tapped away at the ash which had gathered in the time it sat in between his lips. "That- it- yeah. That's one of the many things I use to record my thoughts. A muggle psychiatrist suggested it as a... release, of some sort. I guess it's worked? I haven't lashed out at anyone in the last few months, but that also may be because of my seclusion." The Gryffindor boy's body structure and the fittings of his clothes suggested that he had, in fact, lost a lot of weight. Instead of his normal, fit stature, Hellius seemed more like his cousin, Myles, who almost always looked malnourished. Despite the fact that Hellius looked hungry, his muscles hadn't deteriorated a bit; a side effect of his lycanthropy was a logical perception. "Feel free to read through it, if you feel drawn to." Edited by Hellius Surla, Oct 27 2009, 08:33:02 PM.
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| Olivia Linnet | Oct 27 2009, 11:35:47 PM Post #6 |
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"Do they all have such a bleak perspective on human nature?" Her tone wasn't accusatory. She was genuinely curious. "Although I have to admit, I see your point. Individuality is so hard to find these days. Just look at Tinsley and her clones. Original thought is certainly refreshing," Olivia said, rifiling through the notebook. She had entirely forgotten about her mad dash to make it to History of Magic. Hellius' insights were far more thought provoking than memorizing dates or writing facts about some warlock rotting in the ground somewhere. |
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| Hellius Surla | Oct 28 2009, 02:22:55 AM Post #7 |
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"I find that class to be limitedly useful. They teach us events, sure, but they focus too much on dates and names," Hellius said, crossing his arms, staring over to the History of Magic classroom door. "The reliability of learning from the past is only as reliable as the factuality of the source. I've noticed that there is only so much that they teach us in the History of Magic class. They don't look at all to the recent events - to the corruption, to the prohibitions - over the last decade or two- no. No, no, no. They simply look at how great things used to be, and how the common items developed, and 'why we should appreciate all that we have.' How much do you think they aren't telling us? How much misdeed, how much violence, how much pestilence is being conveniently unmentioned?" Hellius took a drag of his cigarette and jammed his elbow into the wall. Edited by Hellius Surla, Oct 28 2009, 02:23:25 AM.
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| Olivia Linnet | Oct 28 2009, 07:27:39 PM Post #8 |
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"Hm? Oh yeah, we're supposed to be in class right now," Olivia said in abrupt realization, "This is weird. I've never ditched before. It's kind of... exhilarating." She felt giddy with rebellion, high on the adrenaline of living above the rules. "I know what you mean. They sugar-coat everything. It gives me a toothache. I never cared for HoM. Honestly, putting so much focus on the past only keeps people from progress. It's everywhere, if you think about it; people unwilling to do something different and new simply because someone else already found a decent solution. I mostly doodle in that class," she admitted, looking at her salvaged notes. The margins were crammed with sketches of owls and platypuses, stick figures and sayings, quotes from favorite books and songs, random squiggles and hearts. I hope Professor Aviza doesn't take off points for that... |
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| Hellius Surla | Oct 28 2009, 08:29:15 PM Post #9 |
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"I think it's because the majority of the world is afraid of what's unfamiliar. Afraid of the unknown. Then there are the religiously ignorant, who refuse to accept nor consider anything that doesn't agree with a previous belief or viewpoint," Hellius continued. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his box of cigarettes with his lighter and placed them at his side, between himself and Olive. "Help yourself." He wasn't sure if Olive smoked. He didn't particularly care, either. Hellius presumed that Olivia was one of the few people in the school who had an open mindset - who was open to changes. He also suspected that his housemate had an underlaying rebelliousness, followed with an instinctive need to verify and test for conclusions, but he needed to make sure. "I suspect a hint of hypocrisy from myself, as that's how I've been for all of these years. I guess it's better to change than to stay the same." Edited by Hellius Surla, Oct 28 2009, 08:31:03 PM.
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| Olivia Linnet | Oct 28 2009, 09:58:04 PM Post #10 |
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Olivia eyed the cigarette box. She wasn't a smoker, and yet from his words the invitation seemed like a challenge of sorts, as though to ask, "Are you afraid of what's unfamiliar?" Although Olive was never one to care about how others viewed her, she had a desperate desire to prove to Hellius that she wasn't. There was something undeniably intriguing about the boy, his shady past and his philosophical ideas. Olive felt a magnetic attraction to him - not romantically, but rather like a mystery to be solved. She wanted to prove that she was worth his time; time she could use to gather more pieces to assemble the puzzle. But on the other hand… Olivia's mind flashed back to Muggle elementary school, in which every so often the teachers would display a health video on tobacco's effect on the respiratory system. Images of breathing through holes, black lungs, cancer, and other horrendous consequences flashed through her mind. She recalled the weeks of childhood in which she proudly wore a red ribbon fastened around her wrist, pledging adamantly to never abuse substances. But wasn't all of that simply refusal of the untested, exactly what she had just been preaching against? "I… I've never smoked before," Olivia said uncomfortably, drawing her knees to her chest. |
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| Hellius Surla | Oct 28 2009, 10:43:49 PM Post #11 |
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"Smoking in of itself isn't so bad. If it's something that you want to do and want to experiment with, I say go ahead. But the only problem with smoking cigarettes is that once you start, you potentially can't stop. The nicotine fuses with your blood stream, and the only way to restock the nicotine supply is to keep smoking. "There are many herbs and substances which are smokable; many of which are unrightfully banned. Tobacco most definitely should be banned, though it's not, due to its money-making capacities," Hellius said, taking a drag. He paused for a moment to think and allowed the smoke to drift out of his nostrils. "You will find that most anything you see on the earth is swayed by money and resources. Luckily for Hogwarts and the Wizarding World, our ways of life aren't quavered by resources, but anywhere else, money is the most important factor. "But to get back to my main point, tobacco is legal, but is physically addictive; and, more importantly, it contains over another four thousand chemicals which damage your body. On the other hand, an illegal substance, marijuana, only contains 400 chemicals, and is not addictive." Hellius paused for a moment to allow those statistics to set in, and to take another drag of his cigarette. Now- tobacco is legal, but is incredibly unhealthy and addictive. Marijuana: illegal, though it is less damaging than tobacco, and is not addictive," he restated and then paused again. "The cigarette companies only give a damn about the profit, which the addicts most definitely promise them." Though his views of cigarettes were ultimately negative, he couldn't find it within himself to stop. He was addicted to the physical draw of the nicotine and the psychological hoops that he constantly jumped through whilst smoking. The parasite was allowing Hellius to slowly kill himself. Hellius wanted to know why. Edited by Hellius Surla, Oct 28 2009, 10:44:15 PM.
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| Olivia Linnet | Oct 28 2009, 10:49:36 PM Post #12 |
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Olivia listened to Hellius' lecture in bewilderment. "Well then. There's something I wouldn't have learned in History of Magic. So tell me, if you find the tobacco industry so repulsive, why don't you quit?" |
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| Hellius Surla | Oct 28 2009, 11:02:14 PM Post #13 |
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"For the hell of it," Hellius responded quickly. "I know I'm addicted, but I'm not sure if I want to stop, if I am even capable of doing so." Hellius took another drag and breathed it out slowly, savoring the gratuitous sting of the smoke as it exited his windpipe. "Part of me doesn't want to live until 178, and another part is absolutely satisfied with the statement I send to all of the people don't like it. It's like giving them a giant, goddamn middle finger." |
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| Olivia Linnet | Oct 29 2009, 12:44:03 AM Post #14 |
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Olivia laughed raucously at Hellius' explanation, shaking her head. "Each to their own, I suppose," she said as her fit of laughter evaporated. Realizing it hadn't been a test of her openness, Olive said, "Personally, I think I'll pass. Go ahead, though. I don't mind." She realized he would have continued even if she had minded, but figured Hellius might as well know she wasn't agitated by him. Olivia admired the plumes of smoke softly emitting from the cigarette as they entwined themselves within each other, dancing their way through the air in smooth curves up to the ceiling. "It really is stupid about the tobacco companies," she mused, "but if they did make it illegal, people who had been addicted would just go after it. And that would increase crime rate. So really, it's a lose-lose situation. Either they keep it legal and tons of people die because it's so accessible, or they make it illegal and tons of innocent people end up behind bars." |
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| Hellius Surla | Oct 29 2009, 02:37:39 AM Post #15 |
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"I'm just admiring the utter hypocrisy of the world. With all of the happenings - especially with this martial law - I am convinced that people don't give a damn about anything. Azariah is a threat to our liberties and our lifestyle, but we have almost willingly relinquished our lives and liberties for protection from that threat. What does that tell you about society?" Hellius took a long drag, until the last part of the cigarette burned away to the filter. Throwing it away compulsively, he released the smoke in a large, collective puff, letting the cloud rise and spread expansively. "The world has become lazy - apathetic. They are more concerned about the entertainment. They are more concerned about sticking to a social norm. They are more concerned about building and financing their lives than to actually live it." Edited by Hellius Surla, Oct 29 2009, 02:38:55 AM.
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| Gweneve Primus | Oct 29 2009, 06:48:34 PM Post #16 |
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Eve left the History of Magic class room and walked into the First Floor Corridor. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and leaned up against the wall, looking around at all the people in the hall. Most of them were going to dinner, but she however was not. Last time she had went to a meal she had saw something she disliked immensely and wanted to refrain from that unpleasant sight if she could help it. She could not resist looking around for Harold, however, it had become a habit these past few hours. |
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| Harold Avery | Oct 30 2009, 07:47:08 AM Post #17 |
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Harold climbed the last step to the First Floor Corridor with a little difficulty. He was glad that History of Magic classroom wasn't even higher. He doubted Eve would be still there since it took him quite a long time to walk from the greenhouse into the castle. But after not seeing her in the Great Hall he decided to try his luck anyway. If she was in the Gryffindor Tower then there was nothing he could do. There were only a few students left in the corridors but among them, he spotted the Gryffindor he was looking for. Harold grinned widely as he waked towards her. His knee still hurt but he decided not to let it show as if his life depended on it. "Hey, how was the class?" He leaned against the wall with his left palm only inches from Gweneve. He could tell Eve wasn't in her good mood and wondered whether it had something to do with her leaving during the lunch. "Somethin' bothering you?" Harold asked with a hint of concern in his voice. Edited by Harold Avery, Oct 30 2009, 07:49:00 AM.
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| Gweneve Primus | Oct 30 2009, 02:00:09 PM Post #18 |
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Eve was about to walk off and go to the Gryffindor common room, when she spotted the guy she had kind of been waiting for. "Oh. Hey." She greeted, not smiling. She was happy to see him, but her mind flooded with images of him and Bex hugging. Her mouth morphed into an annoyed frown, and she crossed her arms. "No. Nothing is bothering me. Why? Is everything okay with you?" Eve felt a little guilty lying to him, but how could she be angry that he was dating someone, it was wrong. "The class was very eventful." She answered, thinking of the yelling match between two Gryffindor girls. "How was....erm... Herbology, was it?" |
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| Harold Avery | Oct 30 2009, 02:17:19 PM Post #19 |
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Harold's eyes pierced through Eve's as he contemplated whether to pursue the subject or not. He could see by her crossed arms and scowling face that something wasn't right. He felt like he was playing with fire, one wrong move and he might get burned. But he decided he could survive a few blisters. "Except for digging in ground, nothing special," he flashed a small smile as he spoke. "But really," he said quietly, placing his other hand lightly on her shoulder in what was meant to be a soothing expression, "what's on your mind?"
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| Gweneve Primus | Oct 30 2009, 02:34:16 PM Post #20 |
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Harold's hand on her shoulder made Eve tense up slightly. She tried to smile at him, tried to be happy, but all she wanted to do was ask him why he hadn't told her about Bex. She assumed they would be going to the ball together, and realized that she couldn't go without a date. Eve thought about the pity dances she would receive and just couldn't handle it. "No. I'm not okay. But, I seriously don't want to talk about it." |
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