Harry Potter RP! (Well, Hogwarts)

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Gwen smiled thoughtfully, thinking of the possibilities. "Maybe....Or to do some.....work for me... Don't worry! Not to test experiments on or anything!!! And then get them to unsummon when I want them to... "

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I shook my head. "I don't think it's that simple. Unsommoning them, I mean. When you summon them, that's not really what you're doing. You're creating them. Creating living, breathing creatures. You can't just unsummon something that's alive, it would be like killing a kitten."

"That's right," said a voice. I looked around. The voice was very different from Myrtle's, so it couldn't have been her. Gwen wouldn't have said that, either-she was the one I was telling this to. So, who was it?

"Look in the mirror," the voice said again. Was it coming from there? Was it my reflection?

I turned to the mirror and learned the truth of the voice. "Joy," I muttered. "Now I've got a talking face sitting on my forehead. Like my day hasn't been bad enough."

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Gwen frowned. She didn't care what Shae thought; she was going to learn this stuff on her own if she needed to! However, when she heard an unearthly voice coming from Shae, Gwen was confused.

The strange voice seemed to be coming from Shae's head. "What the heck is that on your forehead?" Gwen asked, pointing to Shae's scar. Gwen heard it speak again, and, after ruling out the possibility that this was a sick joke, decided to do something.

Rolling up her sleeves and holding her wand, Gwen said determinedly "Well, a simple severing charm oughta get rid of this...." She would've said the incantation, if she was not suddenly therown backwards to land on the slimy floor in a heap.

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"Gwen! Are you alright?" I asked as I rushed over to her and knelt by her.

"She's fine, though I don't really see how you care. She tried to hurt me. Would've, too, if we weren't resistant to most spells. I love lightning, don't you?"

"Oh, shut up!" I growled and poked my head with my wand. My hair sprang out of its ties and wrapped around my head, covering up the face and making its protests nothing more than muffled sounds. "I swear, if that thing doesn't shut up, I'll get it cut off at a muggle hospital!"

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Gwen muttered a string of curses under her breath. "They're bad words, not real curses" Gwen said annoyedly to Shae's head. "I don't suppose it's resistant to a dagger, is it? I think a good slicing would take care of it if you're interested..." Gwen smiled innocently.

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((Thought I might as well join the fun... Just so you know, my character's description is here: www.neopets.com/~purgey))

Marie, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, looked down at the potion brewing on top of the toilet. How on earth was she going to concentrate on her experiment with so much noise going on outside the stall? She angrilly got up and opened the stall door.

"WOULD YOU GUYS MIND!?" She shouted at Gwen and Shae, "I'm trying...to...." She gaped in shock at what she saw. A girl lying ((unconcious?)) on the floor and another, kneeling beside her with hair wrapped around her face.

"What the..." Marie just stood there, too scared at what she saw to move.

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Gwen sat up and looked around. She was very scared; somebody had heard her talking about making up her own spells to take care of her own purposes! Jordan's mom was in Azkaban because of a forbidden spell....she was too young to go! However, managing to keep cool, she said,

"Well, a possesed scar did just blast me off my feet, almost unconciouss...if it gets mad it can do the same to you. You really want that to happen? It's actually quite paranoid; all I did was take out my wand and it blasted me...if it saw you mixing a potion in here, it might do something rash." Gwen paused, and theatricly raised her eyebrows "I daresay a potion teachers don't - but would love to - know about? That would definitely get the scar angered up."

Gwen suddenly knew the one advantage of her own scar; faking. "This scar; know why it looks so much like Harry Potter's? It's because it can inflict more damage than was tried to do to Harry Potter. It's cursed, and can't be removed. See? It's trying to choke Shae here with her own hair."

Gwen paused, waiting for the weird girl to respond, hoping Shae was playing along.

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Marie scowls a bit at Gwen, "If you keep quiet about my potion, I'll keep quiet about a certain someone who the Committee on Experimental Charms would be happy to deal with. Or the Improper Use of Magic Office, perhaps?" She pauses, wondering a bit...

"Why would you tell me about a stupid scar of yours anyway? Why do I even care?" She folds her arms then leans against the stall's doorframe, still scowling.

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Gwen stood still for a moment, surprised and the nerve of this new girl. "Thought I'd just give you a warning if you wake up tomorrow dead." Deciding not to push her luck any more, in case she was expelled, she turned back to Shae.

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"So... How did she really get like this anyway?" Marie nodded towards Shae, "I doubt your scar had anything to do with this, it being a prank of some jerk in Slytherin..."

((Bleh... Short post...))

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Gwen stopped suddenly, in realization.

"You're the one who gave me this scar..." Gwen said numbly.

"I had thought it was Slytherin just because they hate me so much, but...." Gwen breathed "It was you, and now...."

"It's time to pay you back with a real scar of your own. You'll like it so you can show it off to those air-headed boys." And with that, Gwen charged into the girl, knocking her off her feet, and almost spilling over her entire potion.

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Marie's eyes widened as Gwen knocked her over into the stall. Her head now lay just below her cauldron on the toilet.

"What on earth are you doing!?" She shouted at Gwen as she got up, reaching for her wand in one of her robe pockets, "And why on earth would you think I'd do such a thing!? I wouldn't want to do something so cruel!"

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(Okay, I'm gonna stop RPing until IrishDragonLord comes back in a week and a half...after this post

IC:

Gwen saw the girl reach for her wand. She was also vaguely aware that she had said she didn't put the scar there. However, Gwen was in a state of rage, she was lucky she was blasted off her feet by Shae's scar once again.

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((Week and a half? I think I'll only have enough time to post only once or twice a day during that time... Eh, I guess this'll be my last post in this RP until then))

While Gwen was still down, Marie quickly gathered her things... Putting all of her potion in a large Erlenmyer flask (and plugging it with a cork), muttering a vanishing spell so her cauldron was clean, and tossing extra ingredients into her cauldron.

As fast as she could, she ran out of the bathroom (with her things, of course), wand still out. Unfortunately, the floor outside the bathroom was wet, and she slipped. Her cauldron was dropped to the floor, issuing a large metal gong-like sound. Potion ingredients now littered the floor. Fortunately, the Erlenmyer flask her potion was stored in (which was also in the cauldron) didn't break. It merely rolled a few meters away from Marie...

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((This RP is confusing, can someone breif me on it?))

Jordan was back home for Christmas, sitting outside in the middle of a breezy moor writing, as his 12 siblings played hide and seek around him, singing various Nymphic melodies, sending small tufts of gras flying here and there. He have a short sigh befor standing and walking over towards the caravan, ready to cook dinner.

As he stired a bubbling pot of stew on the fire, he stared dreamily out of the window, three owl came flying towars it, colliding in mid air and falling to the ground. Jordan put out the fire and rushed outside to collect the owls.

The first letter was adressed to his 12 year old brother Leon.

"Leon! Its another letter from Jade! Whate have you been getting up to, I hope its within your age limits -- Dont you swear at me or else that crap grass will be doing something nasty to you as well!" he giggled as her turned away, his brother fuming as he ripped open his letter. Jordan turned back to his letters.

The next was from Nevile Longbottom, world renowned herbologist.

Jordan,

Your mother is fine. I trust the Nymph attack at Hogwarts was your doing, nice grasp of the song but thats not what this is about. Nymphs are rebelling all across Europe, you know, refusing to co operate with wizards, starting to show themselves in muggle populated areas. The Controll Of Magical Creatures people have tried to comfront some of those we think to be leaders, but most have come back with bruises from some very hostile trees. I know your young, but do you know anyone in the circus that could talk to them, your mother would be our best bet but we still cant swing it to get her out of Azkaban long enough.

Thanks, stay well, good luck with trhe kids, Nevile.

P.S. Ask Dumbledor to monitor the Forbidden Forrest Nymphs behaviour...




Jordan sighed, the ministry were always asking circus folk for favours, most of them did have strange blood lines though, he would have to ask his brothers and sister if they knew anyone. He sighed again and ripped open the second note.

Jordan,

I was trying tea reading again yesterday, Nevile sent you a letter didnt he? This is gonna get worse before it gets better, and Nymphs are just the start, the centaurs will know about it and will stop co operating soon, its ponly a matter of time before the goblins cotton on, and well, you know goblins.

I have tried to contact the ministry, but Im not qualified so I need a second oppinion, ask Firenze and Sybil for me.

Love Parvati...

Jordan sighed again, this was the problem with knowing so many old people, always asking for favours. He couldnt do anything by himself, he would just have to wait until Terry and Jess got here.

"Dinners ready! And I can hear someone coming! Into the caravan! NOW!"