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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 11, 2003 15:23:52 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..." *shoots up Gwen* WEEEEEEEEEEEEELL, If it werent for the fact I, ya know, mentioned I had never had a girlfriend before, that COULD work. Here's better you dirty little good for nothing, Ajenn: You find a bunch of my JOURNAL entries, rpofessing my love to a gril, and how much I love her, lalalalala. And then how I would never tell anyone, and that it's secret, blahblahblahblahblah. PS- That is so un-characteristic of me, it just doesnt make sense. |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 11, 2003 15:25:58 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. *points to previous post about how he charmed them to appear the next morning* |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 11, 2003 17:53:47 GMT -5
Brandon absentmindedly continued pasting photos, when, turning around, saw Gwen.
He scowled and sent her a message.
Well, well, well. If it aint the Queen of backstabbers, Gwen. So, how are you today? Oh, and that blackmailing scheme of yours failed. Unless you were to look in my journal, you couldnt find a THING on me.
The sheer stupidity of what he had just announced hit him like a thousand cannonballs.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 11, 2003 17:56:25 GMT -5
((OOOOOOOOOOH! I just thought up the most evel, most vengeful, most dastardly blackmail/vengeance EVER concocted ;D)) PS- Ajenn, I just wanted to point out again that that "blackmail" really doesnt make sense - and I'm not jsut angry, it really doesnt. WHY would someone date at 8 years old? WHY would I have had a girlfriend when I had said I'd never had one? And WHY would I choose some butt-ugly pig for a girlfriend? PPS- Also, I think reading my journal aloud on the speaker-system, especially about a crush, would be much more effective  |
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Post by Speck on Sept 11, 2003 21:22:15 GMT -5
*points to previous post about how he charmed them to appear the next morning* ((Ook. Sorry, IDL... I guess you can just ignore that little snippet there.)) Marie sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at the steadily growing blotch of blood. She was starting to feel a bit woozy, like when you have a bloody-nose for an hour and it won't stop. "Madame... Pomfry?" She croaked from the other side of the room, starting to lie down on the bed. This would be a great for me to write down all my clues...if I coould actually think straight. Marie grumbled in her mind. Madame Pomfry set a book down on the nearly empty bookshelf and rushed over to Marie once she had realized the girl was there. "Sorry, love. Didn't notice you there." The healer said, taking out her wand. She had closed the curtains around Marie's bed as soon as she had seen the blood seeping through her clothes. The Hufflepuff lifted up her shirt and vest. Directly down her middle ((from approx. her collar bone to her belly button)) was a deep, straight cut. Blood started coming out of it more rapidly as Marie lifted her shirt, but Madame Pomfry managed to heal the wound... for the most part. "What caused this?" Madame Pomfry asked. "A griffin." "Griffins don't live in this region, maybe you were halucinating or affected by someone's spell." "It was at 11:32 PM. Do you think very many people would be prancing about the hallways casting spells that late?" "No. But what were you doing out that late?" "Coming back from the bathroom..." "Hm," Madame Pomfry said, not sure whether to believe the girl, "Well, dear, you'll have to stay here until you have a sufficient amount of blood back in your body; you lost quite a bit of it. I'd say you'll be here for about an hour" -Marie groaned- "Have a couple of glasses of water every 5 minutes or so." With that, the nurse turned and came back to the other side of the Hospital Wing. Marie sighed. |
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Post by Speck on Sept 11, 2003 21:25:57 GMT -5
((PPS- Also, I think reading my journal aloud on the speaker-system, especially about a crush, would be much more effective ((Erm... I don't think there is a speaker system... Is there? Ajenn would be much better off borrowing Dumbledore's purple microphone. Either that, or take away the mike from whoever's doing comentary for the Quiddich games if there were one. There are too many things going on to do the latter, though.)) |
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 11, 2003 21:31:45 GMT -5
((I have no idea what I am doing. Can someone suggest something?
Please do not suggest blackmail to me; my friend is threatening that already if I joke about her liking someone... It's not good at all.
Oh wait, that was random, wasn't it?))
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Post by Speck on Sept 11, 2003 23:51:05 GMT -5
((I have no idea what I am doing. Can someone suggest something? Please do not suggest blackmail to me; my friend is threatening that already if I joke about her liking someone... It's not good at all. Oh wait, that was random, wasn't it?)) ((You could either talk to Shae and/or Gwen, or you could walk over to the other side of the Hospital Wing and visit Marie...)) |
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 12, 2003 17:02:12 GMT -5
((Well I was talking to Gwen but Ajenn's not on....))
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Post by Speck on Sept 12, 2003 20:00:32 GMT -5
((Well I was talking to Gwen but Ajenn's not on....)) ((Who says someone has to be on to talk to them? You just have to be patient with the other person, and they'll respond sooner or later. I mean... look at this conversation... How many hours is it between replies?)) |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2003 20:52:43 GMT -5
Too many quotes. This whole message will just be ... responding to quotes, basically. Try to not get too confused.
IDL: I've known a boy who dated a 9-year-old. Who says 8-year-olds can't date? Also, can I please just stick with my one? You made an entire story up about me with ketchup all down my robes and ugly teeth dressing up as Harry Potter, why can't I have a story about your girlfriend? And who knows what I'm going to do with that journal entry yet?
CrazyWriter: Don't get mad at me for not being on ... or whatever else I did, please. Can you just pretend I'm talking to .... two people at once?
Eon: Um, would you really be so cold to start insulting someone being nice to you? That was kind of controlling, in a way ... wait, more like God-Moding, as you saw through my routine immediately and started accusing me of overhearing you, which you wouldn't know about, as I was invisible and you heard Brandon being a Gryphon right in front of you. Really, you're being a serious God-moder.
ANywho, for now I'm not doing anything about the hournal entry, so ...
IC:
Gwen turned around. She was sure she had heard a voice in her head. Brandon. She was sure of it; the words echoed in her head: Well, well, well. If it aint the Queen of backstabbers, Gwen. So, how are you today? Oh, and that blackmailing scheme of yours failed. Unless you were to look in my journal, you couldnt find a THING on me.
She blinked. She couldn't turn her head, or Mercy, Shae and Marie - who had recently walked in - would notice. Instead, she focused her thoughts out the door. What the hell are you TALKING about? I never backstabbed you, and I never attempted to blackmail you! Do you know anything about ANYTHING? Although I've wanted to - and you owe me BIG time for freeing you from your stun spell last night and not blabbing about your huge gryphon secret - I HAVEN'T. I think we need a little chat about what you think you know and you actually know that is fact. Oh, and thanks for the journal bit. It's obvious you've got blackmail on your mind, and you're bound to have something embarrasing on me by now and are obviously doing something about it, as you THINK I blackmailed you. You're talking to me at lunch. Or else. Whatever you think I've done, I can do much, MUCH worse.
She turned back to Shae. "Oh, I'm sorry! What did you ask again? It was about your stone ... I really have no clue what the heck it is, but I have a feeling nobody will. I think that you'll have to figure it out for yourself. Look at the pile of books mounting ever higher that Madam Pomfrey has looked through. However, you might find it useful, I think. Why not ask Jordan about it? He knows a lot..." She turned to Mercy. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about at all. What did you find? What do I know about your finding? And how would it impact you or me, for that matter?" She was truly confused, this time.
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Post by Speck on Sept 12, 2003 21:20:50 GMT -5
Once Marie had removed the stains from her clothes, and had slipped them back on (over a layer of bandaging Madame Pomfry had given her), she pushed the curtains aside and looked at the others. Managing to get herself off the bed, she set her book-bag on it. She also got a couple pillows from the two beds next to hers. If I'm gonna be here an hour, I might as well make myself comfy, thought she. Now sitting up, supported by the pillows, she dumped the contents of her bag on the bed, searching for some extra parchment. Upon finding one, she slid her Ancient Runes book underneath it, giving herself a hard surface to write on. One of her ink bottles was now set on the table beside the bed, open. She dipped her quill into the well, and began to write some notes in neat, small print: - Brandon only one avoiding me; acting somewhat suspicious.
- Only collided w/ Brandon in halls last night.
- Found strange invisible thing1 in kitchens. Held onto it; changed into something bigger.
- While in hall, invisible thing2 collided. Yelped; sounded like Brandon. Griffin feet appeared.
- Griffin underneath invisibility cloak.
- Ran (I) off w/ cloak; griffin came after me. It ripped robes, shirt, and vest to get cloak; flew out window. Caused deep wound.
The teen pondered... What else had happened? Ah yes! Marie began swiftly started sribbling on the parchment again, only stopping to dip her quill or to think. |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 13, 2003 8:04:14 GMT -5
Too many quotes. This whole message will just be ... responding to quotes, basically. Try to not get too confused. IDL: I've known a boy who dated a 9-year-old. Who says 8-year-olds can't date? Also, can I please just stick with my one? You made an entire story up about me with ketchup all down my robes and ugly teeth dressing up as Harry Potter, why can't I have a story about your girlfriend? And who knows what I'm going to do with that journal entry yet?
CrazyWriter: Don't get mad at me for not being on ... or whatever else I did, please. Can you just pretend I'm talking to .... two people at once?
Eon: Um, would you really be so cold to start insulting someone being nice to you? That was kind of controlling, in a way ... wait, more like God-Moding, as you saw through my routine immediately and started accusing me of overhearing you, which you wouldn't know about, as I was invisible and you heard Brandon being a Gryphon right in front of you. Really, you're being a serious God-moder.
ANywho, for now I'm not doing anything about the hournal entry, so ...
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Gwen turned around. She was sure she had heard a voice in her head. Brandon. She was sure of it; the words echoed in her head: Well, well, well. If it aint the Queen of backstabbers, Gwen. So, how are you today? Oh, and that blackmailing scheme of yours failed. Unless you were to look in my journal, you couldnt find a THING on me.
She blinked. She couldn't turn her head, or Mercy, Shae and Marie - who had recently walked in - would notice. Instead, she focused her thoughts out the door. What the hell are you TALKING about? I never backstabbed you, and I never attempted to blackmail you! Do you know anything about ANYTHING? Although I've wanted to - and you owe me BIG time for freeing you from your stun spell last night and not blabbing about your huge gryphon secret - I HAVEN'T. I think we need a little chat about what you think you know and you actually know that is fact. Oh, and thanks for the journal bit. It's obvious you've got blackmail on your mind, and you're bound to have something embarrasing on me by now and are obviously doing something about it, as you THINK I blackmailed you. You're talking to me at lunch. Or else. Whatever you think I've done, I can do much, MUCH worse.
She turned back to Shae. "Oh, I'm sorry! What did you ask again? It was about your stone ... I really have no clue what the heck it is, but I have a feeling nobody will. I think that you'll have to figure it out for yourself. Look at the pile of books mounting ever higher that Madam Pomfrey has looked through. However, you might find it useful, I think. Why not ask Jordan about it? He knows a lot..." She turned to Mercy. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about at all. What did you find? What do I know about your finding? And how would it impact you or me, for that matter?" She was truly confused, this time.First: 8 year olds dont even LIKE girls yet. I think the part where you "overheard" a tlelepathic private convo is more god-modish. Having an evil little borther dump ketchup on you in your Harry costume, and needing braces, then your mom finding it "cute" is plausible. Having a moronic, tasteless, clueless 8-10 year old who lovs a girl who HATES him and embarrasses and harasses him endlesly, and is ugly, is NOT plausible. See what I mean? |
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 13, 2003 13:41:17 GMT -5
OOC: Ajenn, Mercy doesn't trust ANYONE. Even if they were being the nicest, and honest-nice, she wouldn't trust them. Got that? So even if Gwen meant it, Mercy would act the same way.
And I agree; overhearing a private convo IS god-moding. Seeing through a fake act isn't, since it's part of her personality. I mean, Mercy's not special in any way, except for having two really smart cats.
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"Huh?" Mercy blinked. "What do you mean, what did I find, I didn't find a thing! That's what I meant." ((I forgot what Mercy said...)) "And even if I did... what makes you think this is private, anyway?" She turned away and looked around. No one seemed at all familiar, to her. She shrugged and opened her bag.
"I might as well write something," Mercy muttered. She pulled out a pencil and started sketching a comic strip.
((Which is what I'm doing in reality.))
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Post by Speck on Sept 13, 2003 16:54:28 GMT -5
Marie had picked up her second glass of water, reviewing her finished notes.... - Brandon only one avoiding me; acting somewhat suspicious.
- Only collided w/ Brandon in halls last night.
- Found strange invisible thing1 in kitchens. Held onto it; changed into something bigger.
- While in hall, invisible thing2 collided w/ me. Yelped; sounded like Brandon. Griffin feet appeared.
- Invisible thing2 = griffin under invisibility cloak.
- Ran (I) off w/ cloak; griffin came after me. It ripped robes, shirt, and vest to get cloak; flew out window. Caused deep wound.
- Invisible thing1 may have been animagus.
- McGonnigal: "That boy is going to get a strict talking to" After I asked questions [about animagi & animagi registration list].
- Griffin desperately wanted invisibility cloak back: sign of understanding what cloak is and/or human thought.
- Griffin had black "hooded" plumage.
- Brandon mysteriously/quickly left kitchens last night.
- Invisible1 and invisible2 may be the same.
Conclusions:
- Someone at school has invisibility cloak.
- Said person is also animagus.
- A boy at school is an animagus.
- Said boy may have black hair.
The teen sighed, "I need more info." That much was obvious. There was only enough information to make incomplete conclusions. "I guess I'll have to pester some people in my house to make any complete conclusions.... Ah!" Marie mumbled, then exclaimed at a discovery, that was something that should've been on the list. She wrote it down: - Animagus = top-mark Transfiguration student
This was going to be easier than she thought. Marie happily leaned against the soft pillows, closing her eyes and smiling. |
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