Harry Potter RPG - For Grownups!.
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| Monday, July 14th, 2003 |
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| ( Owl to Neville ) |
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After finishing what felt like the hundredth page, Ron tied the rather thick envelope to Pig's leg and watched him fly off to find it's addressee...Rather silly, thought Ron, but then again she might be up in the Girl's Dorm by now (he had been quite focused on a point somewhere outside, and his thoughts, and had not noticed much else for quite some time), and he didn't want the whole House waking up to a slide instead of a staircase and knowing some boy had tried to slip in the wrong dorm. Noticing, though not for the first time, exactly how stuffy the Gryffindor Common Room could be when one is upset, Ron set out walk some miles within the castle. As he left the Gryffindor Tower, the Fat Lady called after him rather bossily "And just where do you think you're going?" Ron glared over his shoulder, showed her his prefects badge, gruffly answered "Patrolling,” and continued steadily on his way. Ron walked the corridors for a while, no destination in particular, letting his feet carry him through the familiar castle while his brain was lost in swampy depths not even a hinkypink would traverse. How could she... Ron shook his head in a vain attempt to stop that train of thought. He heard a rather high-pitched HOOT behind him, when a second later something collided smartly into the back of his head. "Pig...!" Ron grumbled, wondering if his owl would ever grow out of its distinct enthusiasm. He grabbed Pig midair in one of his many trips around Ron's head, removed the letter tied to his leg, and sat down against the wall under a picture of a very sleepy shepherdess, and read. |
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Hermione finds herself in the corridors of Hogwarts, having just left Harry and Ron behind. The argument was terrible. Her head is still spinning. The words she had whispered to Harry keep coming back to her, over and over... "I feel so...betrayed..."
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After hours of restlessness, Hermione finally falls into a troubled sleep. She doesn't hear the distant hooting as a tiny owl tries to find her and deliver a message she's desperate to read. The last two owls that came to her held messages from other people...everyone but the one she hoped to hear from most. She rolls over in her sleep, a frown touching her face. In her dreams she's chasing someone, calling to him, but he can't hear her. Or won't. She murmurs his name and sinks deeper into the grip of her disturbed sleep. |
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| ( Owl to Pansy ) |
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| ( Owl to Blaise ) |
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( Owl to Harry ) ( Owl to Ron ) |
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| Blaise wants to run up to her room and use the latest locking and silencing charms that she's learned to push the world away, but she's violently hungry and knows she shouldn't be any stupider and skip a half day of classes so early in the year. Determined, she wipes the tears from her face, and heads out the portrait hole, dreading to face the throng in the Great Hall... |
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After Transfiguration ended, Blaise went back to the dungeons and walked straight up to her dormitory. After years of practice, and considering she had just moved in, packing only took a few moments. She levitated her trunk over to the first-year girls' room, and opened the door. The ickle firsties looked shocked to see her, but she ignored them all except for the most nervous-looking one, the same one who had tried to keep from losing her underwear with a Temporary Sticking Charm. "You, there...Vanessa, is it? You're moving," Blaise growled. "In exchange, I'll give you your underwear back...I'll even turn it pink again. Tell me what to pack." After packing Vanessa's things and sending her up to the sixth-years' room, Blaise yelled at the rest to get out of her new room. They scurried off, grabbing their homework as they left. Once they were gone, she locked the door and put a silencing charm on the curtains of her new bed. She threw herself face down onto the bed. Her sobs could still be faintly heard from the common room. |
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| ( Owl to Angelina ) |
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Draco sat silently in Charms staring blankly into space. He hardly heard a single word Professor Flitwick was saying. There was just too much on his mind, and as a direct result of this inattention his Charms work was suffering. A small frown crossed his lips as he thought of past conversations. Accusations and denial. Peculiar run-ins and confusion. He didn't know what to make of it all. What troubled him more was that he didn't want to care about any of it, but for some unknown reason, he did. Somewhere deep inside he honestly cared about the tears he'd seen, about the fights that had ensued because someone had defended him. Someone whom he believed shouldn't even give him a second glance. He didn't like this feeling of guilt. He didn't like feeling sorry for someone he, by rights, should be disgusted by. He wished he could forget any of it ever happened. That is could all be locked away in some far off corner of his mind and never be bothered with again, but it was all he could think about. He cursed under his breath and blinked as he heard his name. "Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy I hope you've been paying attention! I'd like you to tell us what we've been working on today." "Oh, er.. yes Professor? W..what we've been working on? Well..today..." |
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Blaise walked into the Great Hall, attempting to give off the air that she was above noticing the stares that followed her as she approached the Slytherin table. Draco wasn't there, so she cast her gaze about for an empty spot as far away from Pansy as possible. "You can sit here," said one of the first years she was now rooming with in a high-pitched voice. Blaise restrained herself from rolling her eyes, and sat down amongst the twittering little girls. "Thanks," she said, and tried to force a smile. The girls tried to talk to her, but they were soon learning not to expect answers to their questions. She mumbled a few replies, and then became lost in her own thoughts. She could feel the eyes on her back and hear the whispers at every table, and she tried not to assume that they were all interested in her. However, being a Slytherin, that was what felt natural to assume: of course, all of the talk was about her. What could possibly be happening in the other houses that was as interesting? She made sure to sit tall and use her most impeccable table manners, and tried to look as if she was simply generously sitting with the first years as a mentor, helping them through the trials of their first week at Hogwarts. When she got up to leave, though, no one seemed to notice her. Feeling both annoyed and relieved, she took her book bag and headed to the library. |
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| One of the fifth-year Gryffindors that Luna met in Herbology does a favor for her. Now, on Hermione's bed, lays a necklace of red bottlecaps with a note pinned to it that simply says, "It's better to have a broken heart than none at all. Feel better. Love from Luna." |
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Sirius paced back and forth as he dictated to the Quick Notes Quill. He noticed the hyper little owl fluttering about the room as he waited to take the letter to its destination. He smiled as he continued to dictate to the magical quill. The owl finally seemed to calm down as it took the letter from Sirius. ( Owl to Dumbledore ) |
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( Owl to Hermione ) ( Owl to Harry ) ( Owl to Ron ) |
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| ( Owl to Professor Lupin ) |
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All students please take note: Your complete schedules will be available soon; I intend to collect the owls you have sent me regarding your electives and begin from there. In the meantime, as you were. I would also like to announce that our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is, in fact, not new to us at all. Please be sure to make Professor Remus Lupin feel welcomed back should you encounter him in the halls or in the classroom. Thank you. Your Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore |
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Draco stalked down the halls in a rather huffy mood. He was fed up with the chatter of the Slytherin girls and the stupidity of it all. He hoped he'd run into an unsuscpecting Hufflepuff to take his frustration out on, but it seemed that at the moments he actaully wanted to run into someone, no one was ever around. He would eventually make his way to the corridor that led to the Great Hall. He could smell the food and hear the combined voices of practically everyone in the school. On any other occasion he would have loved to make his prescence known. To walk in holding his head high and to take his place among his "crew" as the lesser Slytherins paused to watch, but for once he didn't want the attention. Instead he turned and headed up a few flights of stairs and continued along past statues and trophies. His aimless wandering eventually brough him past the portriat of the fat lady, who apparently felt a need to see what he was up to. "And just where do you think you're going?" "Shove off you great nuisance! It's none of your business where I go. Lousey painting." "WELL! Listen here you nasty little Slytherin. This is my hallway and I do have a right to know what filthy little beasts like you are up to." At that remark he whirled around with a sneer and flashed his Prefect badge at her. "Prefect duties. Now keep yer ugly pig nose out of my business!" That little encounter left him feeling angrier than before and the glare that he now gave was enough to make anyones blood run cold. He was no longer seeking to find someone to take his anger out on, if fact, he didn't want to see anyone at all. Instead he headed for the Prefects bathroom. At least there, he thought, he could get some peace and quite. |
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Hermione waits until darkness falls, then closes the book she's been studying and sneaks out of the castle. She can't seem to hold off any longer; she has to talk to Sirius. The nightmares of last night still fresh in her mind, she hurries off, trying not to be seen. All she can hope is that Harry and Ron aren't with him. She can't bear another scene like last night's episode, not right now. She knows that, if she came face to face with either of them on their way back from visiting Sirius, she would have yet another miserable night. Not that last night ended up being so terrible after all... She skulks across the great lawn, carefully avoiding being spotted by any renegade prefects. She could make up a story about her own wanderings if she had to, but she didn't know how convincing it would sound. All she wanted was to see Sirius and have her mind set straight. She sneaks into the hut, wincing as the door creaks behind her. It's dark, but there's a small bit of light emanating from the dying fire. She strains to see the canvas, not sure if it's still blank or not... "Sirius?" she whispers. Her breath catches when she hears a whisper in return. "Hermione...is that you?" Maybe everything will be all right after all, she thinks to herself, and rushes to sit before Sirius, to tell him everything... |
Harry Potter RPG - For Grownups!.
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