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Post by Peeves on Feb 15, 2011 12:41:09 GMT -5
SO MISCHIEVOUS IMAGINATION WORKING OVERTIME DEVIL MUST BE PLAYING WITH MY MIND* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Peeves was tickled; finally his playtoys were back!
Sure, he lost a few more every year, but then he got new ones as was only right, new ones who were often gullible enough to fall for whatever he cold trick up. But at the moment he was just tickled to be having an effect. A little while ago it had been another matter. Pissed he was at again being blocked from the feast where his disruptions would have been so much more entertaining! So they wanted him quiet, eh?
So he had screamed his lugs out in a place whee it would have the most effect. Madam Pinch hated Peeves she did, oh yes. She had been after him in a second shooting stuff out of her wand as he dodged leaving marks on the walls and dust in the air. But truly, the best part had been the stack when he slammed into it's top. The slow motion topple had even caught his eyes as she screamed full out.
And gave him several good new words to use too! Goody!
However, no one said Peeves did not have good instincts; he saw her eyes and knew she was about to flip out on him, freak, or lose it as they said. As he flipped through the wall he sank into the floor in the hallway, eyes turned to the Library when she came around the corner and began hurling spells at him rapidly. It was like a reverse game of leap frog! She would shoot, he would duck into the floor, slide backwards ten feet and resurface with only his eyes. Repeat. Again and Again.
it was then he saw the lump under the rug, realized Filch was coming to see, and quickly sank through the floor and went to the dungeons to see what mess he could get into then. Cackling, his gleeful spirits restored in full.
WORDS COUNT 319 MUSE Wonder why no one wants to plot with Peeves.... OUTFIT ClickyNOTES Nada LYRICS Mischievous > Emma Bunton CREDIT MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.
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Post by ginny on Feb 15, 2011 23:57:46 GMT -5
Ginny frowned, not at Neville, but at Snape's retreating back as he left the room. It took her a moment to register Neville's question, and when she did her frown deepened. She glanced around quickly before speaking in an almost inaudible voice.
"Not even the order knows exactly where they are. They're...", she glanced around again, "on a mission for the order" She wasn't sure .Neville had been made aware of what a Horocrux even was, and she waited a moment before continuing. "Everyone's in a bloody frenzy worrying. Any new news?" She asked softly. Having been wrapped up in Harry's escape and the wedding, she had been unable to stay informed about the events plauging the rest of the wizarding world.
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Post by Headmaster Severus Snape on Feb 16, 2011 5:10:58 GMT -5
OOC: Being lazy this once and not switching accounts also, Ginny, Shava and I were talking and we don't think that the trio actually told anyone about the horcruxes thing Neville wasn't entirely sure what the heck a horcrux was but he knew it had something to do with You-Know-Who and he was proud of his friends for attempting a dangerous mission to bring him down. In terms of the rest of the world, he was a little better informed. "Well currently there are no prisoners in azkaban" he whispered, a little fearfully. "They have all been broken out and no one is looking into it because the ministry is...well..." He trailed off. Snape had returned.Snape found Madame Pince in hysterics and it took him a full ten minutes to get her to calm down and return to her library to fix it with magic, which should be relatively easy to do as nothing was actually broken beyond repair. Then he swept off down the hall, returning to the Great Hall in time to hear all the buzzing whispers die at once. He inwardly smiled at his effect and then made his way to the podium in front of the staff table. McGonagall had finished sorting the first years by this point, seeing as how there weren't too many of them to begin with this year. "Welcome" he droned. "There are a few new rules that are being imposed this year." He gestured vaguely behind him. "First of all, meet your new professors, the Carrow siblings."
The pale, doughy faced siblings stood with identical nasty smiles then sat back down after the very, VERY scarce amount of applause they got. Snape, not bothered by the lack of enthusiasm, continued. "Professor Amycus Carrow will be teaching Dark Arts." A new batch of whispers broke out at the change of the title, except for a select few faces that already knew of the change. Draco was looking smug. Snape pushed on. "Professor Alecto Carrow will be teaching Muggle Studies and it will be mandatory for all to take."
"Next, trips to Hogsmede and organized gatherings of more than three students, including quidditch, have been canceled. Anyone with information about this rule being broken should see me or one of the Carrows at once." His gaze once again found the gryffindor table suspiciously and threateningly.
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Post by ginny on Feb 17, 2011 10:25:41 GMT -5
Ginny blanched, it was no secret the ministry was filled with deatheaters, or at least deatheater puppets. She watched Snape's return with Neville, and after listening to his speech, she muttered under her breath "bloody Slytherin bat", before attempting a half-smile at Neville.
In truth, she was afraid, as she was sure everyone not in green and silver was afraid. "I don't care what the old bat says", she whispered in a barely audible voice to Neville, "I have to find a way to get what's left of the D.A. back together, there's no other choice, I have to do something." Ginny was speaking, almost to herself now, there had to be a way to help Harry and the others, even here.
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Post by draco on Feb 18, 2011 7:13:02 GMT -5
Now that the speech was over, talking burst out all over the hall and Snape sat back down as food appeared on every table in heaping portions. Draco saw Longbottom and Weasley conversing in low tones and gestured to Crabbe and Goyle that he would be back in a minute, then sauntered over to the gryffindors' table, "accidentally" elbowing Longbottom in the head on his way past and muttering to the pair, "So I don't see your boyfriend Weasley. Guess he finally got some brain cells and decided to give up and turn himself in."
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Post by ginny on Feb 18, 2011 8:04:51 GMT -5
Ginny sighed, she'd known dealing with deatheater slime would be unavoidable, even moreso now, but it still annoyed her to be interrupted, and by Malfoy of all people. She gave Neville a sympathetic look as he rubbed his head, before turning to Malfoy.
"Harry had better things to do than tolerate what a bunch of deatheater puppets pass off as an education these days Malfoy", she glared directly into his steely eyes.
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Post by draco on Feb 18, 2011 8:18:50 GMT -5
Draco chuckled and clicked his tongue "sympathetically". "Aww, is that what he told you? How sweet and terribly naive of you Weasley. Potter realized it was useless fighting and went into hiding." He was going to say more but Neville - surprising even himself - spoke up, still rubbing the growing bruise on his skull.
"I suppose you would know best...after all isn't hiding instead of fighting a specialty of yours?"
Malfoy's mouth opened but nothing came out.
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Post by ginny on Feb 18, 2011 8:24:28 GMT -5
Even Ginny had to resist the urge to give Neville a look of surprise, but she was proud of him. "Best you go on thinking that, ferret", she answered, "in a few years you'll either be dead or in azkaban begging for hair products, and then what will it all really matter anyway?"
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Post by draco on Feb 18, 2011 8:33:45 GMT -5
The word ferret caused quite a commical reaction from Malfoy who jumped slightly and looked around by instinct, even though it was more than obvious that she was just using it as an insult and not as a way to signal that Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Moody was approaching...which would have been ridiculous especially because the real moody is dead.
Scowling, he stared icily at the red head. "You are really in no position to be making comments Weasley. I could get you a detention in three seconds if you want to play it that way." He glanced up towards the staff table and sure enough, Snape's eyes had already found the little confrontation and was watching carefully.
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Post by ginny on Feb 18, 2011 8:44:13 GMT -5
Ginny laughed, "detention? That's really the best you've got?" She paused as if considering, "let's see, one detention for hexing the life out of the greatest prat Hogwarts has seen since..." Ginny didn't finish, but it was obvious by her disdain who she meant.
She glanced to the head table as well, not without some agitation, but she would not be cowed by Draco Malfoy, and she wouldn't allow him to bully anyone else either if she could help it.
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Post by draco on Feb 18, 2011 8:51:15 GMT -5
Draco smiled an errily calm smile, despite the fact that he was being insulted and laughed at. "You haven't seen the new form of detention yet Weasley" he drawled. "It's no laughing matter." He raised a pale eyebrow challengingly and watched with some satisfaction as her gaze followed his to Snape.
Neville had had enough of Malfoy. "Ignore him Ginny" he begged, turning back to focus on his food, which was getting cold by this point.
But Ginny and Neville were no longer the only people paying attention to the conversation. More than half the hall, most of the gryffindors and a scattering from the other houses, had fallen silent to watch.
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Post by ginny on Feb 18, 2011 9:02:49 GMT -5
Ginny heard Neville's plea, but she couldn't just ignore Malfoy. She was a Weasley and a Gryffindor, she had almost died at the hand's of his Master, Harry, her brother, and Hermione had almost died more than once, fueled by her anger, Ginny forgot her fear. Whatever they could do to her in detention these days, she owed it to her family and her friends to be braver than she felt.
"This whole bloody school is a laughing matter with Dumbledore gone!" Ginny returned scathingly. "The bat of the Slytherin dungeons is headmaster and daddy's little deatheater thinks he can scare me with detention?" Ginny's fury gave her courage. "You listen to me Malfoy", she whispered in a deathly quiet voice. "This war will end, you will lose. There are a lot of good witches and wizards willing to give their lives for a better world, me included."
"So whatever threats you've got bring them on, because this won't end until", here she swallowed hard, "Voldermort is dead!" Her eyes were burning with righteous fury. She was standing alone now, but that was okay, Ginny knew that she was standing with every witch or wizard who had ever stood up for what was good and right, and she would rather be there and in danger than a coward with a facade of safety.
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Post by Shalie Matsuoka on Feb 19, 2011 4:38:15 GMT -5
Shalie, having heard the news about the Carrows already, did nothing to react other than glance toward the Slytherin table to see Draco's smug face. With a small scowl she faced back to the headmaster (she had also become as comfortable with the idea of him in this position as she possibly could over the summer, though that wasn't saying much). The news about Hogsmeade didn't surprise her though she felt a bit disappointed. She normally went on the trips by herself but it was still an escape from school. Now she knew her grandfather and could visit him during the trips. Or, she would have. She figured that other than the lack of Hogsmeade trips her year wouldn't be that much different. The problem was, she had little to look forward to in her academic life. Perhaps a study group consisting of two other people?
For some reason, her stomach felt as though lead were sitting in it. When the food appeared, she could only stare at the table blankly. Sure she had thought over what might happen this year. One of her worst fears, that Crabbe Sr. who had killed her father would have wormed his way into the staff at Hogwarts, had been shaken off by the obvious fact he just wasn't here. But that didn't change the feeling. She thought it might be the feeling of fear that was in everyone else. If not for what happened over the summer Shalie thought she would be too afraid to act when it mattered. But now, even the idea of Crabbe Sr. didn't scare her as much as sitting back and waiting.
Her thoughts were interrupted by an argument. It was only clear there was one because the Hall was more silent than ever. She was instantly worried about Ginny, though she didn't know her well or anything. She didn't know exactly what they had in mind for detention in a place run by death eaters, but after being tortured and seeing a death eater stoop so low as to bash someone in the head with a food processor she was not keen to find out. Was Ginny going to be the first one to get detention? Thinking of Harry Shalie eventually did stand up and cross the Great Hall to where the confrontation was taking place. She was shaking slightly but intended on doing anything but just sitting there. She wasn't sure what she would do or say but now that she was here there was no going back. “I assume that you know what the new detention is like,” she said, looking at Draco. “Of course, you seem to know everything about the school as it is now. If there's anything I learned from my father, it's that you shouldn't be so open with your connections. It serves you now, Draco, but once you're standing against the rest of the school and your master's deserted you, you'll wish you'd learned to contain that big mouth.”
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Post by ginny on Feb 19, 2011 10:49:15 GMT -5
Ginny jumped at the sound of a new voice, she turned and smiled at Shalie, a Ravenclaw with whom Ginny was not personally familiar. Ginny felt empowered not to be standing alone, and made a mental note to ask Shalie about becoming a member of the D.A. when the situation was not so public.
She'd known there were those among the Ravenclaws who supported the Order, people like Luna and others, it was good to have a friendly face in the midst of all the bleakness. Ginny grinned, "couldn't have said it better myself" She murmured softly to Shalie. Thanks!
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Post by storia on Feb 20, 2011 20:41:21 GMT -5
Astoria had been, up to the current point, watching Ginny Weasly and Draco Malfoy argue they're mouths off. At some point, she figured they'd stop, but they had gathered nearly the whole hall's attentions by now and she wasn't sure that would go over well at all. Finally deciding to break it up, she sighed and turned fully towards the two, and newly there Ravenclaw. Blue eyes narrowed, she addressed them all flatly, distaste for the situation evident. Though she had never been close to either side, she would admit being keener to side with the Weasley. No offense to Malfoy, but she was at opposite ends with him, it seemed. "I do hope you'll stop this childish dispute. Just turn back around and eat, or something, no point in making things worse than they already are."
Having seated herself surprisingly close to the blonde, she shot him a warning glare. If he knew what was good for him, he wouldn't pick any more fights. Merlin knew Astoria Greengrass had made herself a force to be feared when challenged-even if only a fifth year. She sighed, rolling her eyes and eyeing the only Weasley currently there. Feeling the need to take further measure to prevent more tension, she gave a small smile towards the redhead. "I'm Astoria, I don't think we've met."
Though her words were confident, the feeling lacked inside. She felt stressed, and annoyed. Not with Ginny, but with the situation in general. Dark Lord, and all.The Golden Trio having gone to... Actually, she couldn't be sure where the were, really. The tiredness flashed briefly in her eyes but she camoflauged it easily as she returned her attention from her thoughts and straightened her shirt carefully. Leaning forward so that her elbows rested on her knees she gave the friednliest look she could currently muster. "Though, you two are right-he needs to stop being a prat. Good to know there are people here who still have their sense."
Even though she ddidn't say it, the meaning was clear. It wasn't a secret to anyone that Astoria Greengrass was a Blood-Traitor, or that she was firmly against Voldemort. She's had an ouburst in the dungeons once, in an arugment with her sister, ending with her shouting 'he's not my lord!'. And though it wasn't much a secret, she liked to keep to herself on those matters. Person matters in every sense, were things she'd rather keep as close to herself and as far away from others as possible.
tagged; words; - - - outfit; You could probably guess lyrics; demolition lovers by mcr notes;
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