| House Points | |||
|---|---|---|---|
Gryffindor: 170 |
Slytherin: 48 |
Ravenclaw: 880 |
Hufflepuff: 1022 |
|
|
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. |
HIRP: Reborn is located here. |
|
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: |
| Wrong Person To Pick; Day 4 - Year 6 - Out of Time | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 15 2011, 05:36:22 PM (498 Views) | |
| Luce Daniels | Jun 15 2011, 05:36:22 PM Post #1 |
![]()
| Sixth Year | Eccentric | Masked | Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Lunch had been an interesting subject for Luce. She always got Outstandings or A+'s. Lunchtime had been odd for the little eccentricist. She had an argument with her ex-boyfriend, and played football. Strange, very strange. Luce wanted to do some homework before her next lesson, which was charms. Luce had always accelerated in that particular subject. Sure, Luce was no Ravenclaw but she was fairly bright for her age. Luce entered the Unused Classroom. Luce wondered why they called it the Unused Classroom. It was used once and students often used it for games and fights and study periods if the library was full. Technially it was unused, but basically it was used. Logic. The one thing Luce sort of understood. She sat down and took out her exercise book and starting copying notes for Charms. Luce felt like someone was watching her. Luce always had feelings and usually, her feelings were mostly right. It's ok, Luce. No-one is there. No-one is there. But no matter Luce tried to tell herself no-one was there, the more she felt like there was. The creak floorboard creaked, the window was open (and someone must have opened it.) and there felt like a hushed breathing in the back of the room. Someone was there. "W-w-who's there?" She said, her bottom lip quivering. This person, judging by her feelings, was evil. ((Maybe Myles can start by being all sweet and calling her love and stuff and then gets nasty. Also, maybe he can be keeping a close eye on her (if you understand))) |
![]() | Wonderful | Banner | By | Emma | | Character Sheet | Plot | Journal | Theme Song | | Rue Lucy Everlove | Plot | Dark Side by Emma
| |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | Jun 15 2011, 06:10:30 PM Post #2 |
|
Deleted User
|
Myles thought, perhaps, he would get some time alone to read in the solace of the shadows; away from the droll presences of inferior-bred nothings. Perhaps he should have chose a more... secluded location; away from the easily prying eyes of neanderthals. This premeditation turned into regret notedly fast, as the door to the unused classroom creaked open and a... girl, alone, made her way inside. The Slytherin ticked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and turned the page, continuing to read the passage along to the end. He slapped the spine closed and tucked the book under his arm; enjoying the feeling of the ribs of the cover dig into the tiny crevices in his palm. "Who do you expect?" Myles spoke softly, remaining in the shadows. Perhaps the girl's eyes hadn't adjusted fast enough; a tragic side-effect of spending too much time in the light. |
|
|
| Luce Daniels | Jun 15 2011, 06:19:57 PM Post #3 |
![]()
| Sixth Year | Eccentric | Masked | Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Luce shivered. Luce stated, her arms bolted to her sides. "Can I help you?" She spat, wishing that someone would come and help her get away from this thing. His voice sent shivers up and spine and made her hair stand on edge. Who was this person? "I don't know you." Luce closed her eyes and squeezed them. "Who are you? What do you want?" Luce didn't dare turn to face him, just slowly raised her arms up and looked at her book. Ignore him. Luce thought. Ignore him and he will get tired and leave. She recites in her mind. Luce was shaking and her cheeks turned pink, and two tears escaped from her eyes. Luce was scared, Luce was frightened, Luce was dead. Edited by Luce Daniels, Jun 15 2011, 07:15:20 PM.
|
![]() | Wonderful | Banner | By | Emma | | Character Sheet | Plot | Journal | Theme Song | | Rue Lucy Everlove | Plot | Dark Side by Emma
| |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | Jun 15 2011, 07:31:44 PM Post #4 |
|
Deleted User
|
"Love, you intruded upon space I already inhabited. I can't say there's anything I want because I do not know what you have to offer," Myles spoke softly, hiding any form of ill-intent. He pushed himself to his feet. Sunshine poked through the tattered sheets that hung over the window and illuminated the dust that energetically spun around the movements at his ankles. The slytherin leaned against the wall, holding the book in his left hand, keeping his right in the pockets of his robes. "Honestly, I would have loved to stay in the world of The Great Gatsby, but now... there's something a little more interesting in these chambers," he attempted to flatter her. "Fill your lungs with the musky air -- open your nerves to the cool, winter breeze. Relax." A breeze blew open the drapes and light flooded the room. The slytherin flashed a smile, stepping into the light. "My name's Myles." Supple lips... Great for... He licked the tops of his teeth behind closed lips. Edited by Hellius Surla, Jun 15 2011, 11:39:06 PM.
|
|
|
| Luce Daniels | Jun 16 2011, 01:29:28 AM Post #5 |
![]()
| Sixth Year | Eccentric | Masked | Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
The sickly air could have made Luce gag, especially when he called her love. Luce felt the goosebumps on her arms, legs and cheeks. "Uh..well...um...I-I-I don't know what you a-are looking f-f-for." Luce stuttered, holding her hands underneath the desk. "I d-don't know w-what you-u ne-e-ed." Luce took a deep breathe, like he told her too, and tried to relax. She tried, and failed. "Luce." She said. "My name is Luce." Normally, Luce would have politely shaken the other persons hand, but it was not the time to be polite...it was the time to stay quiet. |
![]() | Wonderful | Banner | By | Emma | | Character Sheet | Plot | Journal | Theme Song | | Rue Lucy Everlove | Plot | Dark Side by Emma
| |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | Jun 16 2011, 02:35:43 AM Post #6 |
|
Deleted User
|
"Are you always so easily startled?" Myles ticked his tongue again, leaning on a stack of crates next to him. "I don't know what you were looking for; coming in here for no apparent reason -- transfiguring yourself into a frightened dog at the sight of a living being." The young man began to sweep his feet in arches, kicking the dust and dirt around the floor. If he looked in the direction of the girl, it would almost be like he was staring straight through her. She might as well have not even been there; it would have been all the same. "Luce. Lu. Lucy," he said, his voice groggy and ominous. "What is your purpose in this room?" |
|
|
| Luce Daniels | Jun 16 2011, 03:07:19 AM Post #7 |
![]()
| Sixth Year | Eccentric | Masked | Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Luce shook her head. "No." She said. "I have come here from a reason. Im studying." Luce sat up straight, trying to hide her fear. Luce tried to block out all noise of Myles. I wonder what he wants. She thought. If he didnt want anything, then how come he is still talking to me? Luce looked up at him, hardly able to see him. Alas, she focused her eyesight on him. She was right, Luce had a right to fear him. Luce bit her lip, and a small bead of blood escaped. Her fault for having chapped lips. "My purpose? My purpose is simple... Study in silence. Seems my purpose is being interfered with." Lyve said, making a point. |
![]() | Wonderful | Banner | By | Emma | | Character Sheet | Plot | Journal | Theme Song | | Rue Lucy Everlove | Plot | Dark Side by Emma
| |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | Jun 16 2011, 01:03:15 PM Post #8 |
|
Deleted User
|
The Slytherin stopped, his mouth nearly agape. He stared across the room at the dirt speckled wall and frowned, slithering his tongue across his lips. "Studying... in silence..." Myles murmured, "In an unused classroom," he held out his arms and swooped them around, trying to make her focus her attention on her surroundings, "Rather than in the library." Logically this girl was off her rocker, if she was being serious. Her behavior -- her person -- was so outrageously irritating... Myles wasn't sure how long he could restrain himself. Growling softly, Myles tossed his book over to his book bag; the collision of the book and the floor making a muffled (bang!). Myles rolled his knuckles -- clenching his fists repeatedly as to stretch his digits; preparing them for action. "Lucy," he uttered, taking a few steps towards her. "You are a... Gryffindor, aren't you?" He had seen her face in the gatherings for the grand feasts -- the only time students at Hogwarts would associate only with their house, as it was required. She had been at the Gryffindor table, though she was estranged; seemingly separate from the rest of the House. It was a stretch. "What reasoning led you to choose... this room?" |
|
|
| Luce Daniels | Jun 16 2011, 01:17:35 PM Post #9 |
![]()
| Sixth Year | Eccentric | Masked | Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Luce looked at the ground. "I-I don't know. I guess, I just like the room? Library is full of Hufflepuff's anyways." Luce turned her torso towards Myles. What is wrong with him? Surely, no-one would act like this in the right state of mind. Luce thought. A puzzling look appeared on her young face. "My name is Luce, and yes, I am a Gryffindor. Why do you ask?" Luce worried. Why would someone ask another student of their house! Maybe out of common interest, but how did he know what house she was in. Was he watching her? Stalking her? Or preying her? "What reason lead you to choose...this room?" His words confused her. "I don't know. Guess I've been here before and like familiar enviroment!" She squeaked. Luce did not know where this conversation was going....if it was going anywhere. |
![]() | Wonderful | Banner | By | Emma | | Character Sheet | Plot | Journal | Theme Song | | Rue Lucy Everlove | Plot | Dark Side by Emma
| |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | Jun 16 2011, 01:42:20 PM Post #10 |
|
Deleted User
|
Luce seemed to be uncomfortable; both with his presence and, from her answers, she seemed to be uncomfortable with the presences of others. Why was she so antisocial? Myles didn't see any reason for her to be. Out of all the information he had in his head, the Slytherin couldn't find much of anything about Luce. She just seemed to be... Strange. That's the best word he could find for it. Myles sighed, realizing that nothing of value would come from his hidden intentions, "You bore me. And... I have a feeling that countless individuals share my sympathies." The Slytherin drew his wand, closing the distance between himself and Lucy, being sure to place himself between her and the door out into the corridor. |
|
|
| Precious Hindert | Jun 16 2011, 01:54:17 PM Post #11 |
![]()
Seventh Year
![]()
|
She hadn't been in the classroom long enough to hear the entire conversation, but Precious had heard as much as she wanted to hear. The Slytherin had slipped in, sly as a fox, in the midst of it. She now silently closed the door behind her, careful not to make a sound. It would have ruined the moment. Myles had fascinated her. If she had been in Myles' place, she would have attacked the girl in a matter of moments. Instead, he seemed calm. She hated to ruin the moment, but the show wasn't going anywhere. Precious propped herself upon a dusty, old desk. She remained silent as he drew his wand. What exactly are you doing? The girl cocked her head in confusion. "Myles," said Precious. She crossed her legs and brought her bony elbow upon her thigh, where she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "What are you doing?" |
![]() who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have. I am crazy, but I am free | |
![]() |
|
| Luce Daniels | Jun 16 2011, 02:07:38 PM Post #12 |
![]()
| Sixth Year | Eccentric | Masked | Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Luce wore a worried look. "Please don't." Luce slowly stood up, slipping her bag over her shoulder. "I, um, what do you need to entertain you? Just, please." Luce noticed another Slytherin enter the room. Two against One. Damn I wish Joey or Jess or Fran were here. Luce tried to get her wand out her pocket, but it was stuck against her tight jeans. Shit. Just when I need it the most. Luce still tried to slip her thin, slender fingers down her too-tight jeans. Realizing she would have no chance against two Slytherins, Luce bolted for the door. |
![]() | Wonderful | Banner | By | Emma | | Character Sheet | Plot | Journal | Theme Song | | Rue Lucy Everlove | Plot | Dark Side by Emma
| |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | Jun 16 2011, 02:33:36 PM Post #13 |
|
Deleted User
|
The subtle creak of a door made Myles narrow his eyes, but there was no scorn in the voice that followed. No illicit... danger; to him, at least. Precious Hindert -- a radiant archetype of everything he wished to ravish. He was a glutton and she was his voluptuous feast. "How tragic a story. A virgin, taken before her time. Her blood... carving a valley down the corridor; flooding the halls... Steam rising as it touches the frost of winter; the dirty maroon staining the serene, unadulterated white powder," Myles hissed. Luce started to run. Myles ticked his tongue. He flicked his wand and ropes flew from the tip; wrapping and twisting around Luce's feet, tightening and finally molding into themselves in an unbreakable bind. Turning the tip towards the ceiling, ropes again slithered out like snakes on cocaine. They ensnared the unlit chandelier, and a loose end fell down, waiting to be used. |
|
|
| Luce Daniels | Jun 16 2011, 02:47:31 PM Post #14 |
![]()
| Sixth Year | Eccentric | Masked | Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Luce fell to the floor, the rope rubbing her hard. She pulled and tried and rip but they were unbreakable. Luce was stuck in a puzzle which was inescapable, trial and error. Luce knew what they would do would hurt. Luce was candid, but she couldn't help but be predujice to those two. Quick and painless, quick and painless. She begged inside her pretty little head, but there was no point wishing. "Why did you choose to prey on me, out of all the Gryffindor's, Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's? Why me?" Luce asked, slowly shuffling. "And what use would I do to you? What would you do to me, what are you going to do with me?" The sudden speak of blood made Luce feel dizzy. It was like a dream, no, a nightmare. A horrid nightmare which she couldn't wake up from. Luce's eyes watered ever so slightly. "What. Have. I. Done?" She asked, giving them both a dirty look. "I could go tell a teacher! Or some friends, or my brothers. What would you do then?" |
![]() | Wonderful | Banner | By | Emma | | Character Sheet | Plot | Journal | Theme Song | | Rue Lucy Everlove | Plot | Dark Side by Emma
| |
![]() |
|
| Precious Hindert | Jun 16 2011, 02:57:31 PM Post #15 |
![]()
Seventh Year
![]()
|
Virgin. Precious actually flinched at the word. Yes, the entire student body expected Precious Hindert to have been the most experienced in sexual activity . . but she was the least. But that didn't matter now. She sat on a desk, in a dark classroom, with an attractive young man and a vulnerable young woman. Her eyes followed the poor girl, who tried to escape the grasp of two of the most dangerous in the entire school. She laughed. "I'm impressed," hissed Precious. "Why do you think you're here?" she barked. The whining irritated her beyond belief. Just a quick mutter of words and she would be silent forever . . Why did this side of her come out when others were in danger? It wasn't too long ago, that in the Great Hall, she had declared hatred for all individuals who bore the same Slytherin crest as she did. Now she felt power. Precious hopped off the desk and glanced between the two. "Well?" |
![]() who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have. I am crazy, but I am free | |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | Jun 16 2011, 03:30:51 PM Post #16 |
|
Deleted User
|
The end of the rope hanging from the chandelier slithered across the dirt ridden floor and melded into the ropes bound around Luce's ankles. Like the rapport of an anchor, the rope attached to the chandelier started to wrap around itself, beginning to suspend Luce into the air. The Slytherin stopped the coiling rope when her face reached a level with his own. He pressed the tip of his wand into her bicep; jabbing the pressure point of her muscle. "Glacius." And to the other arm. "Glacius." As Luce's arms fell limp from the arm freezing spell, Myles turned around and began to pace the room, looking upon his prey with pondering eyes. "Luce," Myles murmured coldly, undressing her with his eyes. "You've done nothing." Precious was just an onlooker; an unfortunate casualty of his will... if she decided to turn on him. He ignored her for the time being; more enthralled with the supple lamb ready for slaughter. Myles turned towards the door. "Colloportus," he whispered. The door locked. "Preservus," he murmured -- an almost invisible wave appeared in front of the door, blocking all sound from getting out. Satisfied, Myles approached Luce, looking into her eyes as she dangled from the ceiling. He ran his leathery palm over the smooth skin of her face; petting the subtle dimples along her jaw with his thumb, "You were here." He pushed her head, causing her to swing like a pinata at a child's birthday party. The Slytherin again started to pace the room. He sighed. |
|
|
| Luce Daniels | Jun 16 2011, 03:47:49 PM Post #17 |
![]()
| Sixth Year | Eccentric | Masked | Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Luce was approximately 4 inches from the ground. Her arms were limp and Luce felt like dying. Fear trembled through her. All she had done was wanting to study. Luce took a shaky breath. When he told her she had done nothing, she felt a bit, why me? "Why go to all this trouble? Why are you doing this? Are you angry, or a little girl inside the closet, wanting to come out?" Luce put on some of her cheek and decided she would try and make a joke out of it. When Luce felt Myles' reptile skin touch her, she spat in his face. "Get. Your. Snake. Skin. Hands. Off. Me. Bastard." Luce had suddenly got an outburst of angry and energy. Her eyes glinted red and turned a black. Luce faced Precious. "Stay out of this, you." her neck creaked when he pushed it back. Edited by Luce Daniels, Jun 16 2011, 03:54:23 PM.
|
![]() | Wonderful | Banner | By | Emma | | Character Sheet | Plot | Journal | Theme Song | | Rue Lucy Everlove | Plot | Dark Side by Emma
| |
![]() |
|
| Precious Hindert | Jun 16 2011, 04:01:10 PM Post #18 |
![]()
Seventh Year
![]()
|
She stood with arms crossed, approving. She didn't feel useful to Myles but he was worth watching. There was something so attractive about a sadistic man. And although she had only dated a few in the past, he definitely outshone the others. She gritted her teeth in frustration. He was ignoring her, too focused on the helpless Gryffindor who tried to appear fierce-less. "Ho ho," she chuckled. "There's nothing you can do about it." Her eyes lingered a while more on Myles. After a couple moments, she turned to Luce. "I'm not doing anything." And you should be glad I'm not. "The show must go on . . " |
![]() who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have. I am crazy, but I am free | |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | Jun 16 2011, 04:33:06 PM Post #19 |
|
Deleted User
|
Spit. Myles wiped it from his face with utter disdain; recoiling from the acidic compounds in a dirty-blood's system. Anxiety welled inside of his chest -- as if he was worried about catching a disease. He ground his teeth, looking at his palm and the slobber from the dog. He tried to hold his composure, and as he strolled around the girl, he placed his palm on her behind; squeezing and wiping the spit from his hand. He pushed her again. She swung. He continued to circle her. "The taste of a girl's skin... It is much more pleasant than the scorched flesh of a lamb, or the charred chunk of a cow," Myles preached, stomping his foot as he stopped. Luce swung again in his direction. As she reached the arch of her swing, Myles grasped her hair; taking a fist-full up to the roots. He twisted her head, keeping her face away from him so they wouldn't have another saliva incident. "I haven't had my fix." |
|
|
| Precious Hindert | Jun 17 2011, 05:00:27 AM Post #20 |
![]()
Seventh Year
![]()
|
A spectator to this small performance. Lips sealed into a smirk. He was obviously running the entire thing. Precious was just an audience member. Except, the Slytherin didn't really like sitting on the sidelines. She felt . . unwanted, left-out, like a young girl who had outgrown her dolly. She was enjoying the view though; Myles was something to look at and admire. The way he moved and treated the Gryffindor as if she were the scum beneath his shoes. One would never see someone like this in Dave, Lucas or even Oscar. And she hadn't been with Mitchell long enough to even catch a glimpse. Precious bit hard on her lower lip. There was something sick and thrilling about harming another. She didn't say anything as she neared the hanging Gryffindor. "Ah," she sighed. "You see Luce, I'm not sure where Mr. Surla was going with this in the first place." Her tongue ran over her pearly-white teeth. "But I am taking a liking to it." She tried to meet Myles' gaze. Luce was faced away from Myles and Precious took this as an opportunity to press her palm tightly over her lips. "You talk too much," frowned Precious. "I think it's time you learned to hush." For the hundredth time, her green eyes flickered to Myles. "Do you have any other methods besides ripping her throat out?" |
![]() who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have. I am crazy, but I am free | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Unused Classroom · Next Topic » |
| Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
3:43 AM Jul 11
|
|
Follow @HIRPies |
HIRP has a Vlog! Click here to read the announcement! |











![]](http://z1.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)








3:43 AM Jul 11
