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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 - Free Period
Happening now: Azkaban Trip Breakfast is now out of time. Feel free to continue all plots as planned. Feel free to finish all plots out of time. |
| Next: Day 4: Quidditch Practice or Dinner |
| 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: |
| 7th Year Transfiguration; Day 2, Period 2 | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 21 2012, 10:08:21 PM (480 Views) | |
| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Jun 21 2012, 10:08:21 PM Post #1 |
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Halcyon was a nervous woman. As much had been made apparent to her classes since she'd started teaching here. The fact that she knew what she was doing was attested by few. Her problem was with commanding the attention and respect of a class; keeping the repetitive material interesting and worthwhile to students' young minds. She was writing the assignment on the board manually, the action helping her to calm those jittery nerves. By the time they reached seventh year they'd been stuffed so full of different incantations that often times the theory behind what they were doing was lost. The theory was most important. Why, for example, was vanishing considered one of the hardest branches of Transfiguration; because simply saying evanesco would never be enough. Incantations only helped channel the magic, if one could not properly visualize what they wanted it would not be. Transfiguration, itself, was limited. A person could not conjure food into existence. But while one could transfigure a blanket into a lobster one would gain no sustenance from this. Would it stand to reason, then, that the newly transfigured lobster would taste as the blanket had? There were so many nuances to the subject. Why was Transformation easier than Conjuration? Could one conjure food that they had vanished into non-existence? Such were the questions that would be addressed during this day's review. Good Morning, Today's period has been set aside so that you might study. I need not remind you of the impending E X A M which will take place at the start of next week. I have made up an assignment, or 'quiz', for all of you which must be completed before you leave this classroom. You may leave upon completion. Feel free to talk amongst yourself or come to me with any questions or concerns regarding the material. Remember, there's no need to stress, as this exam is merely a general review of what you have learned over the years. You will NOT be expected to list off spells but instead to show an understanding of the theory behind Transfiguration. On my desk are review packets, designed to go over everything on the exam, take one if you feel the need for further review. Hand finished assignments in to me before you leave. Happy Halloween! The assignment was already spread about to their desks. The quiz, about 4 pages in length, wouldn't take very long for students to complete if they focused. The quiz was mainly multiple choice questions and was designed to go by quickly. The few long answer questions weren't painstakingly difficult; generally asking a point form explanation on the different branches of Transfiguration. It was her way of giving everyone a chance to boost their mark slightly before it could get tugged down by the written exam. Halcyon had also wanted to give the students some free time on the Holiday to enjoy themselves. An elongated lunch period was always a good thing. Twisting her hands nervously she cleared the chalk from her palms and took a seat at her desk. She pulled one of the review packets from the corner of her desk, adjusted her glasses and quickly began skimming the material; a last minute check to make sure she hadn't missed anything important. She wasn't sure how many people would take the thick booklets. It was a lot of heavy and undoubtedly boring reading... Especially to those who knew her tendency to ramble out theory. Not that her classes had merely consisted of such, of course. Theory had been this weeks' project, as a refresher, before they went more in depth into conjuration. Oh, she had a whole list of spells involving the conjuring of live things that would keep them busy for the next few months... |
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| Harold Avery | Jun 22 2012, 06:31:03 PM Post #2 |
Seventh Year Harold the Great
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Having missed today's DADA lesson due to helping out a professor with some Halloween preparations, Harry's pushed the classroom's door open with his armoured hand, making more noise than intended. It wasn't surprising to find the place void of students this early, but he couldn't fend of the naive hope of seeing Eve whenever he entered a room. "Morning Prof," he grinned from his open red and gold helmed at his teacher as he claimed a seat - unusually for him at the centre of the classroom. Since having started his little literary project, Harold didn't want to get caught writing it by one of his inspirations. When he settled his satchel down and let his brown eyes skim over the blackboard, his booted feet clanged metallically to the front of the class where he clumsily claimed one of the packet. "Neat," he commented once taking a peek inside. Although Transfiguration, mainly the practical part, used to give him trouble in early years, Harry never slacked in any of the subjects. His marks and a somewhat dysfunctional relationship being a proof of that. "Why no costume, Professor?" he asked with genuine interest, "I think you'd make a perfect Lydia." The Ravenclaw had always been a talkative guy, and never shied away from delving into a conversation, or at least trying to, with unknown students or teachers. His own costume consisted not only of the borrowed suit of armour transfigured, after some thorough research, to resemble his favourite superhero, but also of a fake moustache to complete the look. Despite the charm to lower the armour's weight, Harry couldn't exactly call it comfortable. But he was having too much fun with it to let that spoil his mood. |
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Jul 2 2012, 12:02:58 AM Post #3 |
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The woman nearly jumped out of her skin as a student made a particularly loud entrance. It might have been better were he not so early. She smiled in recognition of his costume. Students, especially at this level, could really make quite creative and realistic costumes for Halloween. "Guh-Good morning." Halcyon greeted in response, her bespectacled gaze falling back to the pages in front of her. But she gave up on actually focusing as the grate of metal continued to pierce the quiet she had been enjoying previously. There was no reason to reprimand, however. "You're a little early." The woman noted, as he stumped to the front to claim a packet. Why no costume? She couldn't really say she'd been taking the time to sleep, could she? Halcyon cast a curious glance upon the boy, wondering as to which Lydia he had been referring. "Puh-Perhaps next year," It just seemed she didn't have very much free time on her hands lately. The Professor had always been a special sort of disorganized and marking and lesson planning always seemed to take up more time than it should. "I was a bit too busy putting together review packets this morning." Her gaze shot to the clock, it was still early. "Your costume is quite creative, Mister Avery. How long did you spend crafting it?" He had done a very good job of creating it and it was very deserving of praise. With magic, all things were made easier. It did seem like it had been transfigured and gave her an interesting sort of idea for a class, perhaps in the future. |
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| Emirye Caraway | Jul 2 2012, 12:32:50 AM Post #4 |
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Emirye strode casually into class. Their Defence Against the Dark Arts class had been appalling. She had been one of those who had left upon receiving their alternative assignment. The Ravenclaw studied the board cordially before approaching the Professor's desk, gently nipping a review packet and hugging it into her body. "Good morning." Eme smiled slightly at the two before allowing her gaze to fall on Harry. "You missed an interesting DADA class, Harry..." She did not envy him his loss, but wondered if he had someone who would tell him of the missed assignments... "I feel Professor Baker was out of line, using the unforgivable curses on students!" The teen utterly missed Professor Hick's look of horror and stalked quietly to her desk. "You don't mind if I work on the alternative assignments in your class, do you, Professor? It's quite a lot of work..." She quietly perused the test booklet on her desk as she awaited an answer, glanced up when a verbal response was not forthcoming. Not realizing she had missed the woman's frantic nod both eyebrows rose. "Oh-of course not, just s-so long as you finish the assigned work..." Emirye smiled, nodded and quickly pulled out her quill. "Nice costume, Harry." A full suit of armour was not a thing to push ones nose up to. It was quite an impressive display, unfortunately it looked the sort of noisy that would quickly grate on ones nerves. Luckily she had a cornucopia of patience that came from dealing with so many younger siblings. And she quietly began working. The Ravenclaw had dressed up last year but had utterly refused to do it this year. Last time she had dressed up for Halloween they'd been attacked with fiendfyre, perhaps it was a bit superstitious, but she had really never been one to dress up anyway. Even if it had been terribly fun trying to convince Grayson to dress up with her, she'd never been serious in her teasing. Never was. Edited by Emirye Caraway, Jul 2 2012, 12:34:15 AM.
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| Avery Griffith | Jul 2 2012, 11:28:13 PM Post #5 |
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Avery slipped into the classroom quietly, pausing only to skim the handwritten instructions scrawled upon the blackboard. She was relieved to find the only thing they would be doing in class today was a simple quiz. Anything in which she could refrain from human contact was a fine game by her. She didn't want to be cheered up, laugh, or act like her usual vivacious self. It made her feel guilty and uncomfortable as the ubiquitous sugar-indulged students seemed to cling to stories of death and terror on a day like today. Of course, the stories they wanted were merely fabricated tales of werewolves and vampires creeping along in the Forbidden Forest. They didn't know Avery was living in one of her own. Being the obsequious student she was, she snatched one of the lengthy review packets from Professor Hicks' desk and made her way to the back of the classroom, choosing a desk discrete from anything as obnoxious as a suit of armor that needed oiling. She thought briefly of what she would have chosen to dress up as had she been in better spirits these days. A hag? Perhaps a unicorn? Or a dragon? Now that would be something. She began to consider it, sewing together an exuberant costume of epic proportions. Bejeweled eyes, individually crafted reflective scales, and a twenty foot tail reminiscent of a Chinese parade dragon! Perhaps she could even coerce Cosette into holding up the back end! She caught herself smiling absently and quickly roused herself from her imaginative stupor. She glanced down at the review packet only to see that she'd flipped through six pages without reading a word. Shaking her head, she turned back to the beginning, boredly thumbing through the rest of the packet. She didn't need to study, she was merely stalling so she wouldn't just breeze through the tiny quiz and be left with nothing to do. The last thing she wanted was to be caught off guard in the corridor by a friend who "just wanted to check up on her" or something equally as repulsive. |
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| Harold Avery | Jul 7 2012, 09:29:34 AM Post #6 |
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Harry would have checked his watch as he wasn't actually sure how early he really was but realized he couldn't very well reach them under the gauntlet. That didn't bother him as long as he wasn't late, though. "Yeah? Missed Defence in favour of some Halloween prep so hopefully Mr. Baker isn't in a detention mood today," the Ravenclaw responded with a smile, barely resisting an urge to ask what the two talked about during breakfast. Judging by what he'd seen from afar, it must have been rather interesting. Fortunately, he hadn't been as obvious in his spying as the duo of Hufflepuffs at the next table. Spying? He much preferred the term 'researching'. It was strange to think he wouldn't be at Hogwarts next year. Harold still couldn't get used to that little detail. "That's a shame, you should totally try it," he commented encouragingly. The young man puffed out his chest a little at his teacher's praise, a grin in place as he replied. "On and off, 'bout a week. Plus trying to persuade a couple of ghosts I wasn't actually stealing the armour. T'was fun, though." And he didn't bother mentioning the preceding library research, not that he would ever be ashamed of his nerdiness. He could have, however, looked up some quietening charm had he known it would make such a ruckus. Perhaps he could still ask his Charms teacher at lunch. Shortly, a fellow Ravenclaw joined him at the teacher's desk. Harry greeted her with a lively 'hey' before wincing slightly at her words. There was no way Baker would actually use an Unforgivable Curse on a student, was there? The boy noted his Professor's horrified look, already getting a few ideas for his little fic. Lunch should be quite engaging. The clatter followed him as he made his way back to his desk, ceasing only as he got seated. Emirye's comment made him look up from his parchments with a grin. "Thanks, didn't expect it to be so magnetic with ladies." By now, most of his schoolmates learned not to take mostly anything he said seriously. "Thought you would pair up with Grayson today," he voiced inquiringly. To him it appeared like the students' morale was incredibly low these days. Everyone needed to cheer up a little now and then. One of the bleak examples seemed to be Avery. Harold still remembered the times someone used to call their name only to have them both look up in their early years at the school. Those were good times. Everything seemed to change since then. "Hey Ave," were his upbeat words as she walked past his desk. It was completely natural for him to address people who were disinterested in a conversation with him. That was how he met Eve, after all - being his nosy self. Harry turned in his seat to catch the girl's subtle smile, wondering what was causing it. But it was gone fairly quickly. Despite her choosing a desk decidedly far away from him, he disregarded the 'don't bother me' sign hanging around her neck. Since he couldn't very well reach her without any more excessive rattling, Harold took one of his smaller pieces of parchment, penning down: 'You know, I heard smiling is a good exercise. And it increases your face value! How you doing?' Then, even more awkwardly, took hold of his wand to sent the folded note soaring towards the Ravenclaw. |
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| Avery Griffith | Jul 9 2012, 09:33:56 PM Post #7 |
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Avery stared at the print on the study packet, heavily focused on reading each syllable to keep her overactive mind from wandering places it needn't be. She lowered her hands from her temples as she heard Harry crunch and squeak past her. She countered his cheery greeting with a disinterested, "Hello..." Up close, she recognized his costume as a popular muggle superhero. Her father often tried to give her the lowdown on muggle pop culture, but they weren't exactly on speaking terms lately. She couldn't quite remember the name, but thought she'd take a stab at it. "...Steel Man." Her mouth perked up in spite of herself, so she quickly turned her head back to her notes. Gosh, it was difficult to look so unwelcoming. It was nothing against Harry, really. They got along fine, after all, he had an inquisitiveness and sociability that rivaled her own. Heck, they might as well be the same person, running in different circles. Perhaps that was just an Avery thing? Nevertheless, she couldn't help but have a certain distaste for when the nosiness came back around to her. She turned back to the study packet. ...turning the tortoise back into a teacup, however, is significantly easier. As lower level students master animal to object sorcery in their early years-- The rest of the page was hidden by a piece of parchment that skidded lightly to a halt on top of her notes. She read it quickly and debated even responding. Avery scribbled a succinct, "Fine." in reply and sent it zipping back violently. Couldn't that kid take a hint? Of course not, he was nice. Curses on nice people, persistently butting into her business. What options did she have? Moping about? That was sure to draw attention. Pretending she was fine? That was much too hard with all she had on her shoulders these days. Disappearing was by far the easiest, if only everyone else would cooperate. She only had one more year left in this wonderful, beautiful school, and it had to be the year that she was beginning to despise absolutely everything. So much for any optimism this year. She should have just dressed as a cold, indifferent zombie. |
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| Harold Avery | Jul 12 2012, 03:38:07 PM Post #8 |
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Harold grinned as Avery attempted to label his part, "Close enough." At least she wasn't calling him Hank now. It was quite a feat for someone having grown up in the magical world to recognize the costume. On the other hand, some Muggleborns couldn't give up on their childhood and Harry even took pride in his origins. Avery's minute struggle to remain indifferent was all the encouragement the boy needed. Even her lacking reply hitting him to the back of his helmet didn't seem so definitive anymore. Dire circumstances called for desperate measures. So, with a hefty amount of grating and creaking, Harold rose from his seat, shooting the professor an apologetic look, and walked to the back of the classroom before flopping onto a chair next to Avery's. "Sweet, you wouldn't mind helping me with the quiz, then?" Harold asked with a smile, laying the set of parchments on the desk, "Seem to have a problem with some of these questions." That statement was wholly unfounded as his theoretical knowledge never lacked in any subject. It was the practical side of magic that took him most effort to pick up. But he never openly promoted any of his skills. Except for that one time he won his girl with a little musical number in a full Great Hall. Again, special circumstances. If Avery really wanted to be left alone, he would respect that. But he'd learned from experience girls often claimed one thing while quietly hoping for someone to prove them wrong. It was a real mastery to discern between real and fake. If it didn't work, well, at least he gave it a shot. |
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| Avery Griffith | Jul 24 2012, 12:01:10 AM Post #9 |
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Avery apathetically glazed over a gruesome tale of a man who lost six of his toes and managed to transfigure his left pinky into a rather cantankerous old hag all for the sake of magical science. It was only really impressive the first thousand times she'd read it. She rested her chin on a fist and absently rolled her quill between two fingers. She studied in peace for a few seconds before the rattle and screech of what could only be a metallic man made its way over. Avery fought the urge to groan and instead rested her head in her hands, creating a visor around her face. She glared intently at the words in the packet, furiously tracing the curlicues of each letter with her eyes to keep from punching poor Harold in the jaw. She just wanted to sit here and be grumpy, couldn't he see that? Although, it wasn't as though she hadn't seen this coming. She'd have probably done the same thing in higher spirits. She raised her head, brow furrowed as Harry cheerfully dropped his stack of parchment on top of hers. "You need help?" she asked incredulously. "I think you forgot to include this to your Halloween costume," she said, gesturing at the neatly polished Ravenclaw crest pinned to her robes, "It typically goes right here," she said, punching him in the chest harder than strictly necessary. Her fist clanged against the metal, so she was pretty sure he hadn't actually felt anything, but it was enough to get her point across. Besides, Avery didn't have enough patience to tutor on a normal day for a genuinely needy peer, let alone someone just trying to get in her business. She buried her throbbing knuckles in her lap, cast a steely glare at Harry and began subconsciously highlighting random phrases. "...Otis the Ornery was the first to change the wombat to a weasel..." "...Is there any cracking or breaking in the teapot? If so, swish the wand faster to reduce shell residue that remains from the tortoise..." "...'My personal favorite is turning a wallaby to a wristwatch because of the sheer fluidity of the action,' said Professor Fudgemuffins..." "...The concentration required to do this spell is of utmost importance for the overall safety of the transfigurer..." [OOC: And this should of course be taken as an invitation to continue pestering her (; Also, sooo sorry about taking so long. I started posting like seven times but was too lazy to finish ):] |
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| Harold Avery | Aug 9 2012, 05:28:33 PM Post #10 |
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Although it became increasingly obvious Avery must have been in a fouler mood than expected, the lack of shouting or swearing came across as a good enough start to Harold. He refrained from letting his fingers drum against the desktop as that would have likely resembled a cymbal session, but didn't have to wait long for a reaction. "Oww," Harry whined as Avery's small fist connected with the breastplate, rubbing the spot briefly with his hand. A growing smile signalling he might just survive the impact. "Heyy, not all 'Claws are bookworms, ya know?" So what if he was one? "Besides, the blue wouldn't really fit my fancy guise," he added with mock pride. Just when he was beginning to think his elected quest was beyond his apparently over-exaggerated cheering skills, Harry noticed what Avery was doing. Neat. A stray chuckle was swiftly turned into a cough once he read her not-so-hidden message, a gauntleted hand hiding his mouth in consideration. "No, that's not very helpful," he murmured. The boy stretched his fingers with a creak before reaching for the highlighter. "May I?" his lips quirked ever so slightly. Harry gently tugged the quill out of her grasp before making a contemplative sound. The tip of his tongue poked out as he leaned over the parchments. "...learned the hard way it was not advised to tease a peevish lion with a peacock feather..." "...the brothers secretly experimented on their furniture but were discovered when Alzbeta's chair ran away with her..." "...and Cacklebone's lobes were transfigured into small pincushions..." "...so he spent most his life locked in the cupboard to avoid distraction from his arduous work..." Harry's nose wrinkled at the word 'lobes' as he changed the b to a v. Perhaps he should have given more thought to what he was doing, since the revised meaning of the sentence made him wince lightly. "Poor bugger." |
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| Avery Griffith | Aug 19 2012, 09:38:08 PM Post #11 |
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Avery looked at Harry incredulously as he asked for her highlighter. "Uhh... I don't think so," she said peevishly. Metal Man was driving her to her wit's end. She let out a sharp "Hey!" as he swiped the highlighter from her grasp with a squeak of metal on metal. She watched as he decoded her ungracious message and countered with one of his own. Her eyes flashed as she read over the paper. Part of her wanted to giggle, but a stronger, savage part of her took over from out of the blue. She ripped the parchment from his hands, crinkling it up before pulling him towards her by the front of his helmet and ramming the page into the face hole of his mask and stuffing it down the neck of his costume. She let him go, grimacing with absolute annoyance. Seeing his face, though, she stopped. Why the bloody hell did I even just DO that? she wondered, her eyes widening with a strange fear. Deep down she knew Harry meant no harm, as bothersome as he was being, but she just... snapped. It was true that Avery was not exactly known as the nicest girl in the school. She was typically quite feisty when she was upset, but she could usually control herself in the classroom. Her mouth opened slightly as her mind buzzed thinking of something to say to explain herself to Harry, but at a loss, she simply gathered her things and got a test from the front of the room. She avoided eye contact as she went to sit again on the opposite side of the room and buried her head in her test, filling it in in record time. She only wanted to get out of there. First mum, then that... that thing last summer... now snapping at every little thing in class even? What was wrong with her? |
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| Harold Avery | Aug 20 2012, 07:27:26 PM Post #12 |
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Naturally, there had been quite a few times Harry was asked to mind his own business in a not entirely polite manner, but he just couldn't learn, could he? Startled into silence, the boy set upright as the parchment was torn from his grasp, searching Avery's eyes for a sign she was perhaps finally willing to talk to him. No such luck. In fact, she seemed rather intimidating, and as she took hold of his open visor, the Ravenclaw closed his eyes instinctively, half-expecting a punch in the jaw. Nearly jumping in his seat, Harold cracked one eye open as he felt something against his skin. He merely sat there, staring at his classmate in disbelieve and remaining apprehension, silently grateful his face suffered no harm. Harry was about to apologize and leave as he probably should have some time ago, but the change in Avery's expression halted him. He watched in curiosity as she left, unmindful of the quizzical glances from surrounding students. Laying his head against the palm of his hand, elbow propped on the table, Harold somehow managed to pull out the crumpled parchment with his other hand, letting it fall to the tabletop. At a danger of being overcome with melancholy for utterly failing in his quest, he reached for his own materials, noticing the highlighter Avery must have left behind. Cursing his unpractical costume, and for the first time really meaning it, Harry chose instead to tear of a piece of his parchment, scribbling down a simple message: 'I'm sorry.' Wrapping it securely around the highlighter, he sent both floating to the fellow Ravenclaw. A weak smile on his lips in case she looked up, he set it down before her and turned back around. He truly wished he'd paid more attention to the girl in the past year, since he had no idea what changed her this way. Perhaps he could ask Cosette what was going on, those two had seemed inseparable, not that he had many delusions about being able to make a difference now. Edited by Harold Avery, Aug 20 2012, 07:28:18 PM.
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| Avery Griffith | Aug 21 2012, 01:53:16 AM Post #13 |
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Avery scribbled down her answers without even having to think. It was unfortunate that she didn't have to concentrate, because it allowed time for her mind to wander and psychologically beat herself up. She sat hunched over, head in her left hand as she dug her nails into her scalp in a silent self-punishment. All she'd wanted to do was sit in the corner of the room, take her test and be done with it without having to call any attention to herself. Now she could feel the inquisitive eyes of her peers on her, wondering no doubt what had caused her sudden change in demeanor. She just wanted left alone, couldn't they get that? She was now beginning to understand why people didn't always appreciate it when she stuck her nose in their business. She was a good halfway through the quiz when another paper airplane whooshed over to her, highlighter included. Avery read the note and tossed it away, a manic anger pulsing through her. She gripped the highlighter tightly, the veins in her hands protruding in her suppressed anger at herself and everyone around her. In all the time it took to blink, she opened her eyes and found herself no longer in the Transfiguration classroom. She was in a plastic bin. She was suffocating near the bottom, buried by about a hundred cylinders of every hue. No arms, no legs. Suddenly there was an earthquake. She was shaken to the top where the dim light from Scrivenshaft's Quill shop nearly blinded her. An elderly man across the room was saying something to a small blonde girl about ten years old. "Try the one with the butterflies," he said, holding up a stack of stationary to show the little girl. "Write at least once a week so as not to worry your father," he said, putting an arm on her back to guide her up to the register. Suddenly a monstrous hand with gnawed down fingernails scooped her up with a few of her cylindrical brethren. She was tossed into a basket, looking clearly at the hardwood floor and a pair of nondescript shoes. She was thrown around inside the basket and suddenly was decapitated, her plastic head rolling about uninhibited in the basket, staining a Ravenclaw scarf with her neon yellow blood... "Four galleons, please..." Avery blinked again and was back in her seat in class. She quickly reviewed her vision as though trying to remember and make sense of a dream. Her forehead furrowed as she glanced down at her stubby, bitten nails. I was just a friggin' highlighter, she deduced, utterly bewildered at her seemingly random and useless vision. No real time had passed, just like the last times, nor--based on the unchanged bored expressions of her peers had she done out of the ordinary. She glanced over at Harry who gave her a small smile before turning away. Feeling as though her power was even more useless at getting anything actually helpful found out, she lowered her head to rest onto her arm, face turned sideways towards her quiz to hide her frustrated tears as she concentrated on filling in the rest of the quiz. |
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