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Ravenclaw: 880 |
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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
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| 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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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Nov 15 2012, 10:09:52 PM Post #1 |
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Professor Hicks had set out to the lake after breakfast, most of her annoyance at the inconvenience had fled in lieu of how excited the younger years seemed to be. Not too many had stayed over the holiday's this year and of those not all came outside to participate. She couldn't really blame them. Especially not those in the older years. Fourteen seemed to be about the age when people started getting too refined to have a bit of fun. Halcyon wasn't at all surprised to see Alistair York in the group of younger years, they had beaten her outside and were hastily crafting a few defensive structures out of the snow. It would have, perhaps, made more sense to have the fight a little closer to the castle. There wasn't much one could do to avoid getting hit by a snowball except fall in the lake. Already she could see a first year getting a little too close to the edge of the lake than she'd like; the snow had managed to camouflage the entirety of the lake rather nicely. She supposed the making of cover illustrated just what sort of fight this would be. The Professor had considered if it should be an all out skirmish but team fight seemed a better way to go. Especially considering the fact that there really only seemed to be two walls. They just need a way to differentiate between teams. Did it matter? Anyone going to cross to the other wise would be picked off faster than they could spit, most likely. Halcyon was entirely against pitting houses against one another. There seemed to be more than enough of that without her help. The woman waited a good ten minutes before organizing everyone. The Professor made a quick border to signify where the "arena" was and said that anyone hit with a snowball would take to the sidelines and try to get as many people out as possible. (This also helped the problem of people falling into the lake.) These people would, of course, not be allowed to go behind the shelters. Magic, she said simply, would not be used. (Especially considering how dangerous that could potentially get.) After a moments deliberation the teams were split up, one team having an extra member. Time was given for each team to build up their wall and make snowballs. A sharp blow of a hastily transfigured whistle started the game. At which point the woman huddled in closer to a tree and pretended like she was in the warmth of her office. She watched with as much interest as she could as the two teams battled against each other. Halcyon had to step in when she noticed that someone was charming their snowballs to hone in on their targets. The look on Alistair's face when the snowball had bounced over the barricade and pelted him in the face had been rather amusing, but... It didn't take long at all to discover the person using magically enhanced snowballs. At which point Halle had called her to the side, it would have been suicide to walk across the play field to get the red headed child whose wand was confiscated. As punishment the Ravenclaw was forced to sit this round on the sidelines. Alistair was informed to continue as though he hadn't been hit. His face was a bright cherry red from the encounter. |
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| Opal Martin | Nov 17 2012, 12:53:18 AM Post #2 |
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Opal silently walked over to the snowball fight, as close as she dared. She quickly hid behind a tree, to avoid being pelted by the other sides snowballs. I really should not have done this She thought to herself quietly. There will be other beautiful times to draw trees Of course, Opal knew that if she got out from behind the bark, she would be pelted to the ground. Then she would be wet, her drawings would be wet, and her cheeks would look like someone had held them over a stove. A lose-lose-lose situation all around. Looking out just a little in order to gauge the game. Maybe she should just stay here until the fight was over. Then she could sneak back to the common room silently and hope that no one saw her. Finally though, Opal started to get cold, and she wasn't even drawing like she had wanted to. She decided to make a break for it after looking at the way the snowballs were flying. She managed to avoid all the snowballs heading her way, but, just before she made it to the door, she tripped over a root and fell on her face in the snow. Great, she thought. Just great, So, she mustered up whatever dignity she had left, brushed the snow off her wet front and sketchbook, and walked inside the school- somewhat wet. Having finished her breakfast (and her picture) Opal walked outside and sat just on the edge . Here, she realized, no one was even going to have the chance of aiming for her, and she wished she had realized that earlier. Getting herself comfortable, she sat down and watched the action. All of the students looked like they were having such fun. She decided, though, her original idea of having a drawing of the beautiful trees would probably have to wait. If a stray snowball did somehow make it to her spot, she didn't want her sketches getting wet. Not before she could send one to her sister. Edited by Opal Martin, Nov 22 2012, 12:55:43 PM.
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| Ray Jenning | Nov 23 2012, 02:41:27 PM Post #3 |
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Ray normally spent his winter breaks at Hogwarts. His mother was far better natured when everything wasn't coated in white and normally went somewhere warmer. He'd seen enough of his father over summer break and was unsure he could face his sister with the news. He hadn't gotten the girl yet. In fact, he'd rarely even seen the girl. It was downright upsetting. Undoubtedly Allie wouldn't have any of it and he wasn't really up to facing all of her disappointment. The morning had gone fairly slowly. A far cry from all the drama last year. Had that really been a year ago? Felt longer. The Gryffindor exited the castle, having nothing else to do he decided he may as well watch the snow ball fight. He was without his guitar. He didn't like taking it out into the cold, made the tuning wonky and the teen took a moment to adjust his scarf. He noticed a fellow Gryffindor who seemed content just watching, "Don't mind if I join you?" The question came out polite enough. Ray couldn't recall having spoken to her much over the years. "Bit cold out for a snow fight, I think." But, looking out at the gleeful congregation he couldn't think it was such a terrible idea. |
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| Opal Martin | Nov 23 2012, 04:20:32 PM Post #4 |
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Opal jumped as her head snapped toward the boy. Another seventh year Gryffindor, by the looks of it, although not someone she expressly recognized. Then again, not many people had approached her, either. So she decided maybe she could at least try to make small talk. "S-sure, of c-course," she said in an almost American accent. "I-It's alright-t, I guess. I-I take after my father though- m-my mother would hate this. I-I'm Opal, by the way. Opal M-Martin," She grabbed her sketchpad and moved it on to her lap in order to make room for him to sit, as well as moved over a few inches. |
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| Ana Banana | Nov 25 2012, 12:22:17 AM Post #5 |
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Ana's feet hurriedly carried her out of the doors of the castle and away from the warmth it held. Mounds of snow billowed up from the soil of the ground. Ana found herself walking awkwardly as she lifted her little feet from the flawless snow only to make more indentions and make the white ground not so perfect. She hurried along as best she could. Her pace quickened to a sprint, and she closed in on the snowball fight that she was, unfortunately, late for. She supposed she'd have to join mid-game despite her slight tardiness. No way was she missing out on all the fun that was taking place before her. In no way did she think that would be fair. Just as she was about to round the last hill, her foot caught on something below the mass of snow. What amount of balance she had before was lost as she flailed her arms in hopes of regaining her posture. However, she was not so lucky. Her body came tumbling down at the peak of the hill, and she felt like a massive snowball as her frame rolled down the hillside collecting frozen precipitation. She giggled all the while, until she reached the bottom. Her eyes looked to the sky that was as pale as the earth she laid in. Then she caught sight of a flying snowball just over her head. She giggled to herself and propped herself up quickly. There wasn't time to think. She needed to duck for cover, so to speak. She tip-toed and danced around the flinging of snowballs and ducked behind the nearest fort of snow. |
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| Opal Martin | Nov 25 2012, 10:34:52 AM Post #6 |
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Opal squinted at the new girl who had just joined the snowball fight. She was a housemate, Opal knew- she'd seen her in the common room once or twice. Something Banana? She only remembered because the name was kind of memorable, no offense to the girl in question- Opal Martin was the kind of name people forgot about two seconds after you told them. In any case, even though she'd just tripped into the snow, she didn't look embarrassed. She looked like she was having the time of her life. Opal turned to her fellow Gryffindor. "Th-they look like they're having-g fun out-t there. W-wish I could-d do th-that," 'Oh God, shut up Opal,' she thought to herself. |
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| Ray Jenning | Nov 25 2012, 04:52:26 PM Post #7 |
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Ray joined her with a friendly sort of smile. She seemed really nervous, but he was pretty mellow. Maybe they'd counter each other off like that. "My mum is more of a summer person, honestly. Herbalists." The last word was spoken like some sort of inside joke that he and Opal had absolutely no way of sharing. "Ray Jenning." The Gryffindor offered her a hand shake. His gaze moving curiously to her sketch pad but keeping his questions at bay. He didn't want to freak her out, or scare her off. Luckily his mind was distracted as a rather rambunctious girl flung her way into the snow fight a little late for the count. "Careful!" He couldn't help calling after her, though the advice was all but useless. "We could join in easy enough." The Gryffindor commented, his tone easygoing. Unconsciously he had linked their actions. It was a habit, he was used to hanging in groups. It was sort of rude to step out on someone once you'd just joined up with them. He wouldn't mind joining in but he wouldn't mind simply sitting here either. There would be other times to whack people with snowballs. "The more the merrier, yea?" It wasn't like anyone would complain. They'd just be two more targets, after all. Keep the game going. |
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| Opal Martin | Nov 25 2012, 06:02:16 PM Post #8 |
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"W-with these types of-f things-s, I-I tend t-to look a l-little spastic-c," Opal admitted quietly. "I-I really don't l-like em-embarrassing myself-f. I-if they weren't moving so much-ch, though, I-I would-d love to s-sketch it, to s-send to my little sis-sister- sh-she would enjoy it-t. I-I wish-sh I brought m-my camera. Sh-she's always asking w-what Hogwarts is-s like," Opal smiled faintly. Both Henry and Eirin were always asking what Hogwarts was like. Henry out of big sisterly concern, of course, and Eirin out of genuine curiosity, usually after she ended up somehow on the roof with no explanation. Again. "Your-our Mom's a herbalist-t?" Opal asked. Maybe it was her mother talking, but Opal had always found herbs fascinating. Gardening with them, not so much. "My-y Mom's an or-orthodontist. She's just fr-from Arizona," She bit her lip looking back at the snowball fight. It did look like tremendous fun.......it's not like there was really that many people at Hogwarts who would make fun of her for having fun, for goodness sake....Henry was always saying she needed to start thinking less and living more. "It does look fun," she muttered, barely audible, all traces of the accent gone from her voice. Talking about her family tended to do that. Edited by Opal Martin, Nov 25 2012, 06:23:26 PM.
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| Ray Jenning | Nov 25 2012, 06:41:20 PM Post #9 |
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Ray listened intently. It was perfectly understandable. He wasn't going to point out how goofy it was to be worried about being spastic in a game where the rules were to hit as many people as possible with little balls of snow... "Think they sell camera's at Hogsmeade." The Gryffindor inserted, just trying to be helpful. "But it probably wouldn't be too hard to borrow one. Or even a few pictures. I've got a few of the grounds. It'd be easy enough making copies." Magic was impressive. "Not sure I'm clever enough to Transfigure one though. Professor Hicks might be able to do something for you. Think she's taken over that position." He wasn't taking transfiguration this year, it was just a guess. Professor Hicks being the one referring this event and looking right stressed out over it all. "Oh yeah." A small laugh, "She lives in a hermit of a village and uses words like 'salve' and 'maize' a little too often." Ray liked his mother well enough, she was down to earth and real enough but he'd been sheltered for a good portion of his life. His outlook on the world sometimes varied from other's his age. He'd had a few years to normal out but the mellow attitude lasted. "Orthodontist? I'm going to not ask to see your teeth. But it's really tempting." The Gryffindor admitted with an easygoing smile. He glanced over curiously, an eyebrow raising, "Come on, then." Ray motioned towards the playing field, "Promise I won't laugh unless you started it." At which point the hand that had been used to motion was raised up, boy scout's honour. |
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| Opal Martin | Nov 25 2012, 06:52:39 PM Post #10 |
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Opal did give him a smile. One that showed off teeth, that, yes, took two years of the torturous muggle technology, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "Al-alright," she said. She took her wand out of her boot, quickly shrank her sketchbook and quill, and placed both items in her pocket and the long piece of polished wood back in her boot. She stood up. "Mind-d moving a-about a foot-t to your-our left, f-for a moment-t?" |
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| Ray Jenning | Nov 25 2012, 07:05:56 PM Post #11 |
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Agreement? That was pretty swank. He couldn't resist another smile. Part of him wanted to do a double take, make sure he wasn't pressuring her into anything. Opal seemed fairly nervous. But she was a big girl, yea? He was an easy guy to say no to, or so he'd like to think. He had never had any complaints, least ways. Best he could do was be himself. With a quick glance to the snow fight, as she put her things away, he stood up. Both eyebrows rose curiously at her request. His arms rose in a shrug, "Like this?" And he sidestepped away from where they had been sitting. The Gryffindor was in a good enough humour, a little wary of what she wanted but willing to take whatever it was in stride. The cold was starting to get to him, some activity seemed like just the ticket. |
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| Opal Martin | Nov 25 2012, 07:15:57 PM Post #12 |
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Opal nodded. "Y-yeah," she told him. "I-I just thought-t it m-might put a-a damper o-on our encounter if I-I kicked you in the face," . To stretch her back a little, she quickly threw herself into a round off to back handspring. "S-sorry," she smiled back at him shyly. She had taken a rather large step after the handspring- the snow had thrown her off, as well as the terrain. "M-my sister's a-a dance m-major. I guess-s I j-just got used-d to d-doing that with her," Edited by Opal Martin, Nov 25 2012, 07:16:43 PM.
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| Ray Jenning | Nov 25 2012, 07:43:30 PM Post #13 |
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Kick? There wasn't much time to think. He flinched further out of the way at the sudden movement, eyes widening. "Oi..." Shut up, idiot. He stopped himself from saying something too ridiculous and bit down his laughter. It wasn't everyday you met someone who sprung into gymnastics. Not that he was complaining. That was an interesting display. He was without words for a few moments, found himself stepping in closer and reaching out to help steady her. "No need to apologize. Can't say i'll be joining you with all the acrobatics." Right, be easygoing. This wasn't all that strange. He'd certainly seen crazier. Just, be casual, "S'Pretty good considering your sister is the dance major. My little sister likes dancing too, I think I'd probably snap my neck in half if I had to do that..." |
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| Opal Martin | Nov 25 2012, 07:54:20 PM Post #14 |
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Opal shrugged as she reached out to the arm he was offering her. "T-to be perfectly honest-t, I don't d-do it that much-ch. She's much b-better at it than-n I am. B-but by the time-m I was f-five, she had m-me doing that a-as soon as I-I got out o-of a chair. I-It's......erm, habit, I-I guess. W-what I d-did there, it-t's not th-that hard. W-well, th-the handspring wasn't-t a picnic and oh m-my gosh, n-now I r-really need-d to stop talking!" Out of desperation to keep herself from babbling herself into a non-understandable, stammering fury, she clamped a hand over her mouth, realizing too late she was blushing profusely out of pure embarrassment. |
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| Ray Jenning | Nov 25 2012, 08:31:39 PM Post #15 |
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"Easy, that's alright. I don't mind." Was he smiling again? It didn't feel like she was for real. It was hard for him to keep pace with all that she was saying, but she trailed off into a blush and he couldn't help a very small laugh. "Not making you uncomfortable, am I?" His hands tucked into his pockets, he was giving her an earnest sort of look. "You don't have to be embarrassed, honest." He moved from one foot to the other absently moving back and forth to keep away the cold. "I'm not judgemental. I mean, I grew up in a household that was more fungus than wall." There was more to that story, but he stopped himself from getting into the really weird bits, one hand rose to the back of his neck with another smile. "Be yourself, yea? Makes things easier." |
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| Ana Banana | Nov 25 2012, 08:38:06 PM Post #16 |
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"Careful!" -Replied a bystander who stood watch over the accident that had just unfolded. Careful, however, was not the way of Ana. In fact, she was rarely careful at all. She often acted out on feelings, not logic. Mostly, she'd do whatever she felt regardless of the consequences that might occur. You'd think she'd learn by now, but she never paid much attention to the fallout. In ways, there were some who believed that this made her unreasonable. Ana just wanted to have fun, and she didn't feel like abiding by rules or taking it easy, so to speak, would lead to high times and her best memories. She dismissed the thought of being careful and started flinging snow balls. Her hands threw left and right, but it didn't seem as if she was aiming at all. Concentration grew on her face, and she furrowed her eyebrows in determination once more. This time she steered for success as she drew back her arm. She bit on her tongue lightly, making a comical expression, and threw with all her might. Her face fell as she inspected her snowball land right where the others had. So, balance and hand-eye coordination wasn't the best on her list. She glanced at the pile of snowballs she'd created. They all fell short of her opponents fort. Her lip wiggled with laughter at her failed attempts, and her cheeks grew rosy red as giggles continued to spill from her mouth. Ana hoped her fellow teammates didn't hold expectations to her that she'd be unable to fill. They would indeed lose if they put faith in her to help them win the snowball match. She lifted her head to the sky and threw her arms out. A dusting of snow fell over the grounds. She stuck her tongue out and caught a few snowflakes. Oh, how she loved wintertime! Edited by Ana Banana, Nov 25 2012, 08:42:20 PM.
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| Opal Martin | Nov 25 2012, 08:46:01 PM Post #17 |
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Ok, wow.....Opal was surprised. She smiled. She was actually making a friend? That was an Opal Martin first. To a certain extent, anyway. "W-well then, as myself-f, I should t-tell you that I-I can't aim to-o save my l-life. However, I did-d once spend a-an entire class period-d perfecting the p-perfect snowball," She went over what else he said. The thing about fungus....there was so much more to that story than he was telling. She tried to let it go, although she was curious. It was the same as her telling him she wasn't actually a British citizen. Well, she wouldn't really mind telling people that. It wasn't really that interesting a story. How about her Dad's snoopy dance? That was pretty embarrassing. There were quite a few kids around- but it was a snowball fight, for goodness sake- you were supposed to fall on your butt and then laugh it off. But the laugh it off thing? Opal wasn't exactly that great at it. She sent a smile over to another dark haired Gryff, who was standing with her owl perched on her arm, staying away from the action. Seemed to be a girl after Opal's own heart. Maybe this whole thing wasn't such a good idea. Opal wasn't very comfortable in her own skin. She could always suggest that they stay here, instead, or tell him she would just like to watch. If he wanted to, at most, she could go over to the dark haired Gryffindor (who Opal didn't recognize, either...seriously, she HAD to get some self confidence and actually be a part of her house) and join her, if she didn't mind. No, no, no, no! She had already agreed to this, she was not backing out! Steeling her nerve, she took a couple of steps towards another Gryffindor- the one who had tumbled down the mountain. She had a good area beside her, and as far as Opal could see, she and Ray could have some great strategy by setting up there. She looked back. "W-where do you want-t to set u-up? O-over there looks-s like a good s-spot," Edited by Opal Martin, Nov 27 2012, 05:05:50 PM.
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| Marina Tailor | Nov 27 2012, 09:53:23 AM Post #18 |
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Marina clutched her warm, Gryffindor scarf tighter against her neck, as a cold breeze wrapped itself around her. She'd only been sat there a few minutes, at the outskirts of the ferocious snow battle, and already she was freezing. Her small body was shivering, despite the thick robes and the even thicker woolly jumper beneath them. However, despite the cold, Marina couldn't help but smile and even laugh - cheering for random members of the ongoing fight, when in all honesty she had no idea who they were. And, despite her love of House Unity, she guiltily cheered a little louder when ever she saw a flash of gold and crimson in the blur of white. Despite Marina's excitement, she really wasn't a sporty person, and so was best suited to the outskirts, in one of the few safe areas from the game. Although Marina's parents had been disappointed that she hadn't returned home for Christmas, Marina was glad. She personally was the family Scrooge, and couldn't stand the overwhelming festive cheer her parents forced upon her. The beautiful decorations, and the giddiness of the other students in Hogwarts was just enough for her -and she was content to spend Christmas alone in her dorm, reading over a collection of new books she had been given from family. But, when she had heard the commotion outside, she couldn't resist coming to take a closer look. So, head partially hidden behind a small, muggle novel, Marina sat - a flask of hot chocolate clamped tightly to her spare, gloved hand. Her fat, oversized grey owl soon came to join her, sitting calmly on her shoulder which began to droop from his weight. But, it was Christmas - so she was content to be his perch for a little while. |
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| Ray Jenning | Nov 27 2012, 07:21:55 PM Post #19 |
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Ray laughed, "I'm pretty sure I throw like a girl and my snowballs won't look half as nice." The reassurance came easy to him. He wasn't all that worried. The game wasn't about competition to him. It might be to some people, but this particular Gryffindor didn't have a competitive bone in his body. The world would keep spinning. A saying he was far too fond of and one that he'd been reacquainted with in the past few years. Some day it would all blow over and things would be better. He was full of such cliches, maybe it got annoying? Well, it wasn't really his concern. Opal pointed towards where Ana was hiding and he nodded, "Hey Ana! Room for two more over there?" He called out, for the second time, to the rambunctious girl. Not waiting for an answer he offered his hand to Opal, "No second thoughts, yea?" With a mischievous sort of grin he scored her hand, broke into a jog, and pulled her onto the play field. Not like she couldn't just walk right back off it. The Gryffindor girl was released as soon as they ducked behind cover. He had managed to find his way onto his knees and skidded to a rather cold stop. A few snowballs had flung past them in their mad dash but they had made it across in one piece, mostly! Ray looked at Ana, who they had now joined with a bright grin, "You look like you're having a good time, it was hard to resist joining you." The question came out a little breathlessly. His nose and cheeks were bright red with the cold by this point and he was starting to seriously regret not bringing mitts. Here's to hoping he hadn't seriously estranged Opal by dragging her along with him. It had been impulsive. |
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| Opal Martin | Nov 27 2012, 09:21:06 PM Post #20 |
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Opal wanted to do something teasing, something funny. But she found that it was impossible for her to do so- it just wasn't even in her nature. She smiled at Ray, trying to convey that 'Really, it's fine,' She saw no reason it wouldn't be. If he had just done so without asking, sure, but hey- she had wanted to do this. As a snowball flew past her head when she ducked for cover, she tried to remember that the point of the game was to have fun, it didn't matter if she eventually fell on her butt. 'I wanted to do this....' she reminded herself. 'I think,' 'No second thoughts, Opal,' she ordered herself. If nothing else, it would make a good story when she could owl her parents and sisters again- Henry was spending Christmas with Theo's family and Mom, Dad, and Eirin had gone back to Washington- some sort of reunion of their units...one that Opal had fervently refused to go to- last time it hadn't gone well. And she'd embarrassed herself in front of several high ranking officials in the US army, but that was just details. She pulled her red, metal glasses out of her pocket, shoved them on, hooked the strap and got to work. She grabbed a large chunk of snow and ran through her last art class before winter break- the year before before Hogwarts in her head- grab, lop one side, lop the other, mold, lop again, roll, brush, and.....bingo! Her diamond in the rough was born! The ball had taken 15 seconds, but was very well balanced and wouldn't fall apart in your hand unless you specifically crushed it. It was about the size of a baseball, and an almost perfect sphere. Within about five minutes, Opal had made 19 more- the perfect ammunition. She tapped Ray on the shoulder. "H-here," she said, pointing at the small pyramid of balls she had made. "I-I'll make more. I-I shouldn't b-be throwing them unless-s you want a s-snow ball minefield-d in front o-of the fort," She turned to the girl, Ana, apparently, as well. "H-h-hi," She said, very quietly. "Y-y-you can use them t-to, if-f you want-t. It's f-for the public-c. R-ray doesn't-t have a M-monopoly," She went back to her ammunition sculpting, glowing in awe. Oh, this was crazy. Opal Leighton Martin, queen of the mice, was in an actual snowball fight. Henry was going to die! Edited by Opal Martin, Nov 29 2012, 10:44:23 PM.
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