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Post by crazywriter on Jun 27, 2003 18:49:08 GMT -5
Suddenly, there was a great flash of sparks in front of me, and I was forced to swerve away. Not before seeing the firework spell out 'Mudblood', though. This was obviously a variation-or meddled with-version of the fireworks I had seen last year in Diagon Alley, when I went inside Weasley's Wizard Wheases. I scowled over at a chaser who had just flew by, and he waved, grinning cheekily. I scowled, losing concetration on the sky around me, nearly getting hit on the head with a Bludger zooming towards me. Just in time, though, I swatted a rather wicked-looking version of Snape towards the Gryffindor seeker. I cursed, then, realizing I should have shot it at the chaser that just whizzed by me, carrying the Quaffle. I didn't worry, though, because a Gryffindor beater had hit the Bludger I had aimed at the Seeker back to me. I grinned, swung my left leg to the right side of the broom, so I was sitting sideways on it, and fell backwards, catching the shaft of the broom in the crook of my legs. Hanging upside-down, I locked my vision on the speeding Bludger. Readying my bat, I waited for the precise moment-and swung with all my might. I had to do this upside-down because if I did it right-side up, I would lose my balance with the force of the swing. Upside-down, though, I was in the perfect position to hit the Bludger. I lost sight of it as a particularly thick sheet of rain blocked my eyesight, but I listened to the commentary.
"Bludger speeding towards one of Gryffindor's Chasers-can't tell which one-and-Blimey!" I grinned, geussing what the 'Blimey' had been for. "The Bludger hit the Quaffle, and is now zooming towards Slythering chaser Terry Mastrid who-" I didn't listen to the rest of it. I had done this a million times in practise, but I'd never done it in a game before, and I just had to see it caught. The Quaffle, with my Bludger lodged in one of it's indents, was speeding fast for Terry. He grabbed the Quaffle and turned around quickly, letting the Bludger's own momentum to bring it out of the indent with a Thock!, and he soared through the air, past a couple of amazed Gryffindors, to score. I cheered the most of the Gryffindors-I had done most of it, after all, and I had been the one to invent it. I swung myself upright on my Nimbus 2004, which I had gotten for my fourteenth birthday, and continued on with the game. I didn't get another chance to pull off the move again, though, which was a disappointment. I had been waiting to use that ever since I had used it in the tryouts. It was a pretty good game, in all, considering Gryffindor won. It had been 110-200 when we finally stopped. I was disappointed when it ended. We probably wouldn't get weather like this on a Quidditch day for another couple months.
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Post by RJ on Jun 28, 2003 2:24:35 GMT -5
Allie stared at the thundercloud. It was completed. All she needed to do was find Filch. Quickly she rushed out the tower and into the corridor with it tucked under her arm. Luckily she saw Peeves sneakily putting a wad of chewing gum into a door lock.
Allie: Psst, Peeves!
Peeves: Mistress Allie, any pranks today?
Allie: Yep, I need you to find out where Filch is. Okay?
Peeves: Certainly...
Peeves cackled with a sly grin on his face and took off. A few minutes later he zoomed back.
Peeves: He's one floor down. What have you planned?
Allie: Get him to run after you up here. I'll hide behind the concealed doorway under the tapestry and then let him have it.
Peeves flew down the stairs and Allie hid. In an instant she heard Filch yelling and cursing at Peeves as he ran. Peeves blew a large raspberry at him and kept going. Allie pulled the thundercloud out and let go of it. It followed Filch until he slowed down. Then it hovered right over his head. Filch looked up and gave a gasp of surprise. Allie waved her wand and the thundercloud gave a rumble. Water poured out of the cloud right onto Filch's face, soaking him throughly. Filch shouted and took off, with the thundercloud right on his tail. Allie giggled. If anyone tried to get rid of it, it would just grow larger. Filch would be cleaning up that water for yonks!
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jun 28, 2003 8:24:16 GMT -5
Brandon was bored. He had finished the book, and couldnt watch the Quidditch game now that it had ended. Oh, how he wanted to be a Keeper...
Suddenly inspired, he opened the Ravenclaw tower window open wide. He looked aorund, checking to make sure no one saw. He then transfigured into his Griffin form and took off into the storm. And he once thought those years of practice might not work. As if.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2003 7:42:19 GMT -5
Jordan had walked back up to the common room after finishing the chapter of his book during the quiddich match. He was sitting wit a group of friends thoroughly bored, so, after auring them what seemed like hundereds of times he only had very very weak powers, hardly enough to controll the smallest cutting of devils snare, and reminding them it had been raining earlier and the he had been singing all the way up to the pitch he left the comon room in search of excitment.
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Post by crazywriter on Jun 30, 2003 14:49:21 GMT -5
I trudged back to shelter of the castle, trying to take as much time as possible.
"You really like the rain, don't you?" asked a familiar voice behind me. "You're always playing outsied when it rains, and you hate being inside for classes on rainy days."
I turned around, knowing who was there. "You've really outdone yourself this time, Morph," I told her. I didn't know what her real name was, but she was a third-year and the only friend I had. She was in Hufflepuff, though she was always cheering on Slytherin. "I don't really like the face, though. I think you should just stick to colors." Morph was a morph-magus things. Today, in honor of her friend playing Quidditch, she had changed her complexion completely. Most of her skin was green, and her fingernails were silver, along with her thumb and pinky, and silver lines going up the sides of her arms. She had silver lines going from the corners of her mouth, which she had elongated to look almost exactly like a snake's. Her eyes were rings of silver and green, and silver circled her eyes. A single line from each eye extended down to her cheekbone, where it joined with the line from her mouth, and formed a great silver-and-green snake that curled over her ears, down the side of her head, and across her foot-and-a-half long neck, to bite each other right at her throat.
Morph grinned. "I think it's great. What do you think of this spot here?" she asked, rolling up her sleeve to her elbow and revealing an identical pair of lions, trapped by the coils of a serpent.
"Just change back to normal," I snapped. I hated it when she did this-it just reminded me of what house I was in.
"All right, all right," she said, screwing up her face in concentration, a series of Pop! Pop! following, and was soon back to her normal self. We looked a lot alike, except her blue eyes weren't anywhere near as pale as mine. Her's were just average blue. Also, she had beautiful black hair. Today, anyway. Last week she had gone seven inches taller with brown hair and bright yellow eyes. I don't think I had ever seen Morph's real form, and if I had, I wouldn't know, with all the changes she does.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2003 18:13:13 GMT -5
Jordan played with the acorn hanging round his neck. He knew that this was the source of hi powers and one day he would have to plant it. If he was a true nymph he would be almot a god on earth when it came to forest and plant life, but beeing a mere descendant, the most he could hope for was a little bit more than what he had now, but at least his skin wouldnt have a green tinge.
He turned the corner and jumped almot out of hi skin. He could of worn he had seen a nymph, but as the kin turned back to white he let out a igh.
"Morph, you cared me!"
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Post by crazywriter on Jul 9, 2003 20:08:50 GMT -5
I spun my head around to see who had said that, but quickly looked away again. It was Jordan. He wasn't so bad, but I had never really talked with him, and he had made no effort to talk to me, so I got the feeling he didn't like me.
"See ya, Morph," I mumbled, and walked away. Jordan probably just wanted to talk to her. No one ever wanted to talk to me. No one except Morph. I might as well leave him alone, to talk to Morph without me, like he probably wants.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2003 13:52:25 GMT -5
Jordan shruggged as the boy walked off, "NOt exactly the sociable type is he? Im not intimidating am I?" Jordan asked with a concerned voice.
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Post by crazywriter on Jul 11, 2003 0:54:34 GMT -5
Jordan shruggged as the boy walked off, "NOt exactly the sociable type is he? Im not intimidating am I?" Jordan asked with a concerned voice. ((Shae's a girl)) "Nah," said Morph. "Don't take it personally. The Slytherins hate her because she's a muggle-born's daughter, and everyone else hates her because she's a Slytherin, so she's not used to having too many people being nice to her. Used to being the loner, you know?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2003 11:37:12 GMT -5
Name: Gwen Grotter (Nicknamed Sharrie Potter)
House: Ravenclaw
Status: Headstrong second year, Ravenclaw Beater.
Broom: Comet-261
Wand: Holly, Uniorn Hair, 9 inches.
Favourite/Best Class: Charms
Least Favourite/Worst Class: History of Magic
Appearance: Skinny, with jet-black hair, and glasses. Fairly small, with a lightning bolt scar placed on her face by a curse from a Slytherin to mock her. Her hair was very, very long, hanging past her waist. Her eyes were emerald green, but often puts in brown contacts so she doesn't need glasses, either.
Personality: Taunted and teased by Slytherins, accused of theivery by gryffindors, this headstrong Ravenclaw has several nicknames, including "The Wannabee Potter", "Hopefully Voldemorts next victim", "The girl who was never attacked but lived", etc. However, Gwen is a very determined and stubborn person, who has many friends in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. She is very violent, and enjoys playing quidditch to vent her anger.
Gwen shivered as Jordan walked right by her. She glanced hopefully his way, but, alas, he was just looking angry. He was probably just mad because Shae had put him down or something. "He always looks at Shae. But of course, she's so pretty. Nobody would ever give Sharrie Potter a second look, would they? Well, unless they were oggling at the work of that stupid Slytherin who gave me this lightning bolt...I kind of wish I was invisible, instead of ridiculed by half the school."
Her mind made up, she started racing after Jordan.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2003 11:46:05 GMT -5
"Well, I just wanted to say hi..." Jordan finished striding off.
He had gotten to the far end of the corridor when he heard foot steps behind him. He spun around to see a girl running towards him. She looked like a second or third year, he didnt know her.
"Late for class?" he asked, a grin on his face. "You must be really late, its a sunday." he giggled at this last remark before stopping fully to look at her, his eyes imediatly fell on her scar. "Isnt that.. The same as... Potter, is that you, you havent been cursed have you?" but as he saw the expression on her face he realised his mistake. "Ahh, I get it, showing the colours of our side.. Ya know, up with Potter down with Voldermort, keep up the good work! So, whats your name anyway?"
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Post by crazywriter on Jul 11, 2003 12:36:10 GMT -5
"Shae, wait up!" yelled Morph behind me.
"What?" I snapped.
"Jordan just wanted to say hi, you know. You didn't have to storm off like that."
"I didn't storm off. I just walked away before he could send me away."
"You stormed off, you didn't walk off. And will you slow down?"
"No. I just want to get back to my commonroom, get changed, and get to sleep while everyone else is down at the feast, so no one has the chance to lock me out. Again."
Morph gave an exasperated sigh and made herself taller, so her long legs could keep up with my long strides. "The Slytherins lock you out of the commonroom?" she asked, surprised.
I winced. I didn't like mentioning that, or anything else the Slytherins did to be mean to me. "Only after Quidditch matches we participate in. And when I lose any points for Slytherin house. Doesn't matter, really. I just spend the night with Myrtle in her bathroom. She's got a nice secret passage there-no, not the Chamber of Secrets-that's half blocked off. Myrtle keeps everyone away while I sleep. Sometimes I even spend the night in there when I'm not locked out, too."
"Myrtle doesn't get upset when you walk in?"
"Rarely. And when she does, it's usually just to one of her mood swings. They come in handy, sometimes. It's even less likely that someone will come into a flooded haunted bathroom than a plain old haunted bathroom."
"You're really wierd, Shae. You know that? You're probably the only person in years to be friends with Moaning Myrtle!"
"Not really. She had a crush on Harry, remember? And Ron and Hermione came in there a bunch of times."
Morph rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 11, 2003 15:40:56 GMT -5
Brandon soared through the air, the blessed, blessed air. What was a broomstick compared to THIS? He did a cartwheel before landing near the forbidden forest. He looked at Hagrid's hut to make sure he wasnt looking out. Only Flitwick, McGonagall and Dumbledore knew he was an animagus. He took off once more, and smashed into a thestral. The horse-creature glared at him. Brandon gulped. "Oh...crap..."
He shot off towards the common room in the west tower and nearly crash landed in the common room. He sighed, dripping wet, and walked to the window transforming back to his human self as he went Closing the window, he turned to look directly into the eyes of Gwen Gotter.
"Crap."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2003 22:13:56 GMT -5
(Wait a second...I'm in two spots at once, here!!! Talking to Jordan and...Finding out about Brandon.... Oh well, I gotta improvise...)
Gwen opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't figure out what to say. Her brain was working at one tenth of the normal speed. She simply started stuttering. "I-my scar-Slytherin prissy-Yes I'm definitely on-Down VOldemort-G-g-g-g-g-good.....work? Ahhhhh...Uhhh..."
"Yeah, what's your name?" Jordan prompted her.
"Ahhhh.....Sharrie Pot-Er...Gwen Grotter...! Yeah, I'm -er- ahhh.....In Ravenclaw......Beater....you...Quidditch..?" her mouth was working in overdrive, much too fast for her brain. She took a deep breath, and continued. "So, you...you play - Quidditch? I'm a beater, but I-I don't think I'm very good, not nearly as good as Shae, but, she's definitely my idol...I don't really know her, do you? I saw you just talking to her, and..."
She stopped, panting. "Er, d'you want to come over to the lake with me for a few minutes? I've gotta get a drink..." Gwen couldn't believe it. One-no, two sentences that were comprehendable! Deciding not to press her luck, she walked the short distance to the lake, hoping Jordan would keep up with her. When she got there, she was lucky. She smiled at him, knlet down, was about to touch her lips to the water in a very pretty way, when
"Ew! You're not gonna eat that, are you? Hey, who's that you've got there, Sharrie? Is it your idol? Gosh, it CAN'T be Potter!" Suddenly, two figures swept down from the sky. They turned out to be two very pretty yet very mean Slytherin Third-years who loved to taunt Gwen. They walked over to Jordan, and looked him over. "Well, no you're not Potter, but you're definitely better-looking! You want to come over with me to Hogsmeade in two weeks?"
Gwen didn't even wait for Jordan two reject these two slimeballs before interrupting. "Yeah, the only way he'll be going to Hogsmeade with you is if he's looking for some food over at a pet store...You know, I heard that stupid plastic fakes were good food for the loser-eating tiger...In fact, you'd be just-" Sharrie stopped right when she was shaping up her entire put-down, and - she hoped - Jordan was looking at her with respect and ...friendship...? when she looked up at the sky.
"What the heck is that?" Gwen asked to no one in particular. After squinting to see the blurred figure, but before answering her own question, she saw it swoop back to the Ravenclaw tower. Without another word, Gwen raced to the Ravenclaw common room.
Racing up the stairs, she quickly - and breathlessly - stated the Ravenclaw password, and walkewd into the common room. It was basically deserted, except for one quickly changing figure.
"Brandon!!!!!" She said his name so loudly that one girl walked down the stairs and peered into the common room before shaking her head, and walking back up the stairs.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 11, 2003 22:25:43 GMT -5
Crap, crap, crap, and let's not forget crap. Brandon thought. Someone had spotted him. Oh glory days. Oh joy. Oh rapture. Oh man was he dead. Branded as a freak forever, he knew it would happen. Memory charm? Yes! No...Brandon's mind was dying. Fast.
"You...saw...nothing. At all." he said. "At all." He continued with more confidence.
"I'm an Animagus, k? I studied for years. You, Flitwick, Dumbledore, and McGonagall are the only ones who know. And that wont change. Right?" it came out as a command; a desperate command. More like pleading, actually.
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