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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 10, 2003 18:43:41 GMT -5
Mercy blinked. What? You're here too? she thought. Where did you go? I wasn't finished...
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 10, 2003 18:45:00 GMT -5
Brandon shrugged, though no one knew.
Told you I had to do some work, he said. Me and Gwen had some... ah... terms, which she broke. So she gets her due. Anyway, what was it you wanted? he asked indifferently, back to pasting.
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 10, 2003 18:47:09 GMT -5
Terms? Ah, well... Since you're an animagus... How long did it take? Mercy glanced down, suddenly realizing how stupid her questions were. I don't mean to be nosy- well, okay, that's stupid to say, since, after all, I was spying on you. I mean... Ah, never mind. Exactly what are you doing here, anyway?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2003 19:03:29 GMT -5
((I hate you Brandon. Now you've screwed Gwen for life.))
Gwen heard the entire conversation; she wondered if Brandon knew he was transmitting his thoughts to everyone in a 20-foot radius. She heard the part about him having blackmailing to do. Mercy and Brandon left, and she crept around his room, looking for something. She knew she had to act quickly, as Brandon obviously had something in store for her for something she didn't actually do. She looked in the trunk beside his bed, and dug deep. She rummaged around, and looked at the bottom of his trunk. She gasped, and had to exert immense amounts of self-controll not to burst into hysterics.
She found an old piece of parchment on the bottom of his trunk, underneath his robes and other stuff. She picked it up, and she read it over
Dear Brandon,
Stop writing to me! Please! It's been 2 years since I broke up with you, and you still seem to want me back! Do you have a whole in your head, or is it just that you're that desperate? I'll admit, we were good together for a while, but the spark isn't there! I mean, I thought you'd get the message after I helped you bleach your hair and it turned the colour of throw-up, you might getthe message that I'd tampered with the bleach...Or that time you asked me if you had food in your teeth and you had the largest piece of lettuce in between your two front teeth and I told you they were perfect? Or how about that time you walked in on me kissing Mark and you started crying and I just continued kissin him? When you found out everyone was calling you ugly, fat, and desperate behind your back, you started whining to me, and I even said "Well, I'm sorry I started those rumours" and you didn't listen!!! Well, here it is in writing: I DON'T LOVE YOU!
Sincerely, your beloved but not yours anymore, but beloved by a new guy who is much better than you are,
Michelle"
Gwen turned the page over, and saw on the back a picture of a heavy kid who looked about 10 with tears trickling down his face, while there was an equally ugly girl kissing another ugly person - who, in Gwen's opinion, was worse looking than the person crying, who was obviously Brandon - and smirking.
Gwen quickly ran out of the room, and back to the commonroom. With the letter clenched firmly in her hand, she tried the same trick she had done on herself. She then had two cpoies in her hand. She put the other back in Brandon's trunk, and raced back downstairs after putting her copy in her trunk. She sighed; nobody had seen her. She raced down the hall to the Hospital Wing, grabbed her other self, and hid behind a curtain for a second. The binding was much easier than the separating. She emerged a second later, and began talking to Shae.
"Sorry about that." SInce her first half was invisible, nobody had seen anything, except her go behind a curtain for a second. She was now fully visible again. She frowned thoughtfully. "I don't know, but I don't think Madam Pomfrey can help it..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2003 19:07:38 GMT -5
((Hehe. Take that, IDL.   ) |
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 10, 2003 19:16:24 GMT -5
Mercy sighed and fell backwards onto the bed. "Oh great," she muttered. "Gwen. Now I've got everyone tinkled off at me, and everyone right in front of me." Louder, she said, "Hi Gwen. What's up..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2003 19:24:46 GMT -5
Gwen smiled brightly. "Oh, hi Mercy!!!!!! Gosh, it's like I haven't seen you in forever! What's new?" She rushed over to her and hugged her. She let go, and smiled widely. "So, what's new? And why do you look so guilty?" She frowned with concern. "Oh, was it some boy?"
Gwen smiled; nobody ever saw through her false happiness routine, just as nobody saw her when she was invisible.
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 10, 2003 19:27:35 GMT -5
Mercy rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah, right, Gwen, like you'd be concerned. After the way you've been behaving today? You know me better than that, and I'm pretty sure you know something about events of today."
She didn't know what Gwen did, but something was obviously different.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2003 19:29:12 GMT -5
"Of course I'm concerned!" Gwen was genuinely taken aback at this. "How was I misbehaving? I only woke up," she paused to check her watch "half an hour ago. It's only 9:20. What did I do to provoke such hostile thoughts?" She winked. "Seriously, what'd I do?"
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 10, 2003 19:34:02 GMT -5
"I know that!" I snapped at her when she said Madam Pomfrey wouldn't be able to do anything. "I just want to know what the hell it is!"
I didn't know exactly why, but I was feeling amazingly short-tempered at the moment.
"That's it, show the girl..." I heard a small voice near my head say.
"Great. Now I'm feeling it's emotions."
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 10, 2003 20:10:23 GMT -5
Mercy glared at Gwen. "Oh, I'm sure you know something of what I found. In fact, I'm sure you know that I know of something. Am I confusing you? I hope I am, because your happiness routine isn't working this time."
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Post by Speck on Sept 10, 2003 22:14:42 GMT -5
Marie sighed. It had been a while sine double Potions got out, and she was still wondering why Brandon wasn't talking to her. He had avoided her pestering him by running away to his common room; the coward.
Why on earth has he been avoiding me?? She thought, I mean, I really don't have anything to black mail him with... I need some time to figure this one out. Maybe even get a few more clues.
She decided to go to McGonnigal for help. If griffins don't live in this region, and would obviously avoid such a place as this, then it must either be an animagus or some new product of Weasly's Wizard Wheezes. Thought she as she swiftly walked down the hallway.
Marie silently walked into the Transfiguration classroom and made her way to McGonnigal's desk.
"Proffessor?"
"Yes Miss Keaves?"
"Do you have a list of registered animagi? If not, do you know if there are any animagi at our school?"
"Why do you ask?"
Marie paused... and finally decided she would tell the truth, "A griffin was underneath an invisibility cloak last night... I ran into it, and it's cloak kind of came off. I ran off with the cloak, it eventually caught up with me and ripped my robes and uniform, and took back the cloak. I figured that, since griffins are rare in this region, it might be a registered or unregistered animagus."
"Ah," The teacher said, taking in the information, "No, I don't own a copy of the animagi registration list. That's confidential Ministry of Magic information. And, to answer your second question... If there were any registered animagi at this school, do you think I, or any of the other teachers, would tell you?"
"No, not really."
"Right. If you don't have any other questions, I suggest you leave for the time being." The teacher made a 'shooing' motion, and Marie turned.
Marie Keaves left the classroom beaming (as soon as she turned her back to the Proffessor, anyway). That's exactly the information she needed to figure this out. Plus, she swore she could hear Mcgonnigal whispering as she left 'That boy is going to get a strict talking to.'
I think I need to write this stuff down... She happily thought...
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 10, 2003 22:38:27 GMT -5
It was at least fifteen minutes before Madame Pomfrey found-and, unfortunately, discarded-another book. As she kept looking, I shot a glare at Gwen. She didn't even have the decency to reply to what I'd said!
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Post by Speck on Sept 10, 2003 23:42:39 GMT -5
((*sings* Let's all go to the hospital wing! Let's all go to the hospital wing!))
Marie caught up with Tina in the route to Herbology... with the Ravenclaws yet again. Tina pointed at her vest and gasped, "Marie, what's that?"
The curious Hufflepuff looked down at her shirt and saw a dark brownish red spot that was growing bigger by the second. "It....looks like blood."
"You should go see Madame Pomfry, it kind of looks serious."
"But... Herbology..."
"Proffesor Sprout will understand. Besides, you can always make up any work you missed in class. It's not the end of the world that you're missing one of your favorite classes." Tina said to her friend, gently shoving her in the direction of the Hospital Wing.
Marie scowled, but did as her friend was told. She was sure that the Proffesor of Herbology would insist that she go to the Hospital Wing anyway. Upon arriving, she spotted three girls... and posters that were pasting themselves to the walls; no doubt some kind of spell.
She quietly sat down on one of the beds, far from the three girls, and patiently waited for Madame Pomfry to come out of her office.
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 11, 2003 10:02:10 GMT -5
I shot another look at Madame Pomfrey. The stack of discarded books now held more books than the shelves did.
"Great," I muttered.
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