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Lailah Wallace
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![[*]](./images/incubus/default_icon.gif) posted on 3-7-2008 at 07:33 PM |
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Lailah glanced through the gloom at her head of house. He was either drunk or he was suffering some severe after-effects of whatever had happened to
him in the dungeon. Carefully keeping in line between two older students, she made a mental note, when this was all over, to send her father an owl,
questioning exactly why he'd sent her there in the first place.
- Lailah
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ColinHull
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| posted on 4-7-2008 at 01:17 PM |
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"I'm fine Arthur really, we need to find Hans worry about that and stopping students touching my books and stuff."
Colin felt bad for the stumbling professor however could not hold back his chuckle. Colin said " Might want to take your books from the library
before someone say checks them out". Who was he to think the books belonged to him it was a library. A concept Colin was very familiar with as he
had spent much time in library. After all there were things he wanted to learn and school was just not the place for him.
He then looked around examining the stacks. Some of them he was familiar with seeing as he had been in here before on many occasions. Not that he
had any intention of mentioning that out loud. He noticed a few interesting books along the stacks but did not pick any of them up. He might however
come back for that one on 56 uses for moonstones. It seemed wizards missed the memo on creative titling as there titles reflected exactly what
was in the book.
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Spirit of Air
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| posted on 9-7-2008 at 04:47 PM |
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[OOC: Apologies for the delay]
A last and final attempt to get Lance to his feet was successful, and through his own incredible will, it seemed Lance was determined to stand on his
own, and stand he did, though a bit wobbly still. Taking a few cautious steps, he found he was able to finally wrestle his freedom from Cora's
shoulder.
Arthur, still looking out for the well-being of his students, successfully managed to keep his brood generally close, as he pushed forward towards the
humming noise from the back of the library. Continuing to see movements of shadows in the corner of his eye, he walked slow and steady, less anything
decide to make a full debut.
As the group carefully rounded a corner, the humming Arthur originally heard grew in decibals, though to anyone else, it was non-existant. His ears
began to ring against the hum, when suddenly another sound caught his attention.
Where is Thumbkin, where is Thumbkin.....
A sing-song voice that sounded oddly child-like began to giggle the old nursery rhyme somewhere within the shadows. Arthur and Cora both stopped
immediately, neither of them doubting what they had just heard. As Arthur found himself becoming more and more suspicious and protective of his
students, Cora felt her hands begin to shake with nervousness. Lance, in fear of falling over if he stopped, continued moving, brushing the voice off
to nothing more than a delusion of his already throbbing head. Sylvain, although usually fairly confidant in his own ears, made no acknowledgment of
it, due to his pre-occupation with his son.
Carla, becoming more and more convinced something was trying to make some sort of contact with her, felt herself becoming increasingly panicked as the
voice continued to sing and giggle quietly in her ear. Manuela too, usually the studious and logical Ravenclaw found herself drawn to the strange
nursery rhyme, and felt an overwhelming need to find the source and make sense of it.
The other students, were not so sensitive to such strange happenings, and heard absolutely nothing. As Carla panicked, Colin found himself becoming
agitated and increasingly aware that perhaps the intensity of his professors was beginning to scare his peers. Amon, too distracted with his new pet,
noticed absolutely nothing amiss, nor did his pet whom was too sheltered in a jar to notice anything but his own misery. Tamsyn, perhaps tired of the
whining from her peers and professors alike, decided she'd had enough, and decided to set forward on finding the ruddy headmaster herself. Fred, much
like a puppy, followed his friend Tammy obediantly.
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Sylvainus Aurelius Dyne
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| posted on 9-7-2008 at 09:39 PM |
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Sylvain wasn't entirely sure that bringing the students along was a particularly good idea on Arthur's part. If Hans had really been hurt and whoever
(or whatever, one could never be sure in this place anymore) was responsible was still around there was the chance that more people would end up hurt.
And not necessarily by their perceived opponent. It might have seemed safer, but the alchemist would have felt a whole lot better if they'd stayed
behind with two other professors. There was little chance for them hexing each other or whatever it was that Lancelot had "seen" claiming anymore
victims that night.
However, considering the fact that Arthur and Lancelot trusted him about as much as they trusted the Minister, Sylvain decided it best to just go with
the situation and hope that his misgivings were unfounded. If only for the students' sake. He kept his mouth shut for the time being and focused
primarily on helping Callixtus to walk while paying scant attention to the talk from his fellow professors.
This was their show. Getting involved in what was obviously their business wasn't in his job description. But ensuring that Callixtus and the other
students were safe was. So, when the order was given for the professors to split up, Sylvain felt he had little choice but to shrug his shoulders and
glance down at Cal, who he would most likely be leaving behind.
"Are you alright on your own for a bit?" the elder Dyne asked his son as he reached into his coat's inner pocket and produced a pair of white gloves.
The boy didn't look too bad now that he had been given the chance to sit down for a moment. The fact that he had also had a chance to bandage the
lad's head wound may also have helped considerably as well. "Or would you rather I take you with me?"
Sometimes I feel that
I could rule the world
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Manuela Anghelescu
Second Year Ravenclaw
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| posted on 10-7-2008 at 02:02 PM |
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Manuela rounded the corner without hesitation, but not long after she did so she had begun to wish that she hadn't. It wasn't as if not moving forward
would have prevented her from hearing the unsettling voice, but somehow it seemed that making the situation preventable would make it less out of
hand, less bad.
Where is Thumbkin, where is Thumbkin.....
It wasn't entirely the fact that she was hearing a strange voice, and that it was eerily childish, but oddly the part that was the most disquieting
to her was that she didn't know where the voice was coming from, or really to whom it belonged. Unless it was a spell of some sort, it would have to
be someone, or something's, voice.
She tried not to think of how similar it was to another voice she'd heard, but it was hard to ignore any possible background knowledge when she was
trying to think of a sane-sounding explanation.
It was difficult not to acknowledge how maddeningly perfect a setting it would be for a horror film. Try as she might now to, Manuela pictured what
would happen next. The rhyme would continue, and whatever was making the sound would jump out right as they, as it, said 'here I am, here I am.' It
would blow something up, or knock something over, or contort itself oddly as it sang, 'how are you today sir? very well I thank you,' and then make a
move towards the ground and sing, 'run away, run away.'
Or was it 'go away, go away'. She wondered about the song, and then forgot which version had just been sung. As she recalled the words, she remembered
the voice as well, and was frightened anew. Oddly enough, she was more frustrated that frightened. What had been making the sound? Her thoughts
wandered again to the causes. Most of them were ruled out before they were thoroughly considered. She wasn't keen on the idea of ghosts, there had to
be some logical other explanation besides insanity or paranoia. Perhaps someone had cast a spell? Maybe the headmaster was being held somewhere in the
library against his will, and cast a spell that would appear harmless, but gave off some secret message to the professors about his whereabouts. Not
likely, but perhaps it was a spell of some sort. Maybe one of the many various spells cast by a student studying in the library, or maybe one of the
spells put on the castle itself in its earlier years, was being tainted and repeated somehow by the wild magic, or distorted. But what sort of spell
made a verse sing out.
She tried to convince herself that that was true, but she recognized when she did so, and scolded herself for being frightened, human, and unable to
figure out what was the cause of the noise. She wanted to follow the sound, find what was making it, prove that she was or wasn't schizophrenic or
cautious to the point of delirious. She could have simply asked it anyone else had heard the sound, but for whatever reason she didn't think to, she
just wanted to find the source of it. Although her mind often went off on pointless trains of thought with ease, all that was on her mind was finding
whatever was making the noise. Going to it, seeing it. She almost forgot what her reasoning was.
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Carla Mullen
First Year Slytherin
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| posted on 11-7-2008 at 12:12 PM |
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Carla suddenly began hearing the voices again, and she began to shake. She didn't feel the same, overwhelming desire to follow the voices she had
felt down in the dungeons, but it was still unnerving.
Where is Thumbkin, where is Thumbkin.....
"No..." Carla muttered "No, not again...." her voice getting louder as she became more agitated "NO! I'm NOT LISTENING!" She yelled out loudly, "STOP
IT!"
~Carla~
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ColinHull
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| posted on 13-7-2008 at 03:44 PM |
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Colin looked around at his classmates well more over there heads as he was the eldest and naturally the tallest. He was enough older the fact that
girls often got there growth spurts first did not factor in much. He could tell his classmates were starting to act odd to say the least. As he
turned the corner last he noticed that Carla was the first to crack.
"NO! I'm NOT LISTENING!"
Colin said " Not listening to what" curious what of the annoyances that surrounded them made her crack first. He could tell the professors lack of
control of the situation was making his classmates wary. Which lead to him becoming more agitated with the situation as the thought that if something
went bad he likely would have to get his classmates out of it. Colin said " Guys lets keep back let the professors get a bit ahead. " Hoping he was
correct and danger would appear from in front of them. As if it came from behind they were in trouble with just him keeping up the rear.
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Lailah Wallace
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| posted on 14-7-2008 at 07:45 PM |
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Lailah heard Carla cry out, and immediately started looking around for anything that could be causing a noise that would scare someone like that. It
was only a few moments later when Lailah realised that she couldn't actually hear anything unusual.
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Lancelot Hawkins
Hufflepuff House Head
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| posted on 14-7-2008 at 09:15 PM |
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Lance was glad when he finally found his feet it seemed somewhat less embrassing to be standing rather than sprawling. He just needed to keep it
together for a bit longer and then he could curl up and sleep for as long as he needed. He promised his body that one reward if it didn't fail on his
again. He stepped away from Cora he really didn't like imposing on someone he was sure hated him, he didn't want to give her the chance to push him
over, he doubted she would but he was being safe.
Lance heard something, like a song he tried to ignore it, perhaps it was one of the students being annoying he had other things to find, like the
headmaster. He went looking for a fallen chair in the library, "Hans!" he called, "Hans you about?"
-Lance
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
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Arthur Napier
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| posted on 22-8-2008 at 06:30 PM |
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Arthur could hear the sound getting louder, and then the singing started. He swung around, looking for the source of the noise, but couldn't really
see anything, it was all somewhat strange. This was very bad, and Arthur was wondering whether they should have brought the students, although the
rationale for bringing them along was still sound, it was entirely possible that these events were being replicated all over the school, at least here
they were all in one place.
"Hans! Hans you about?"
He heard Lance call out, but didn't join him, he listened carefully, trying to screen out the humming and the singing in the hope of hearing the
headmaster.
-Arthur
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Spirit of Earth
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| posted on 22-8-2008 at 07:14 PM |
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The sound of the song built, getting louder as they made their way deeper into the library, there was no reply to Lance's calls for the headmaster,
there was no sound to be heard at all, apart from the singing, which as it had got louder and louder, had become audible to everyone, even those who
couldn't hear it before, but to those, it was more like a whisper than the shout the more sensative students could hear.
As they turned the corner, towards the back of the library, there were met with a rather disturbing sight, there was a black boot laid in the middle
of the floor. It looked at first as though the boot was surrounded by shadow, but it must have just been a trick of the light, for when they looked
closer, it was just a boot.
-Spirit
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Cora Branson
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| posted on 24-10-2008 at 05:26 PM |
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She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes looking upwards towards the ceiling as the strange song started. It was oddly familiar, like a game she had
played as a very small child. Arthur too, whirled around, and was looking more and more concerned by the moment. She felt the song to be quite
unnerving, and her hands began to shake, as she closed her eyes and tried to free herself of the anxiety that was growing within her. She heard Carla
cry out, and she turned to the girl, reaching to take her hand. "Carla," Cora said in her most serious adult voice, "I know this frightens you, but
you need to keep your wits about you. Panicking and shouting will only increase our predicament, as we all need to keep our minds and ears alert. Stay
by me and you'll be just fine."
Although Cora doubted that. She sighed and turned to Arthur, "This is only going to get worse, maybe we should send the students back with Lance, or
Sylvain." Or Cora, she thought to herself. She'd very much appreciate the opportunity to get the hell out of dodge. "Carla's having a meltdown,
and.....where's Miss Brogan and Mister Soulin?" The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff seemed to be missing from the fray, much to her own alarm. How had they
lost two students already? No one answered her, so she raised her voice towards her students, "I asked, where is Miss Brogan and Mister
Soulin?"
Though, she hadn't a moment to ask again, for the had turned a corner, and a disturbing scene met their eyes. She gasped slightly, as it seemed a dark
shadow was hovering about a boot. She blinked, and the shadow was gone, leaving only the boot on the ground. She wanted to move closer to it, to
confirm the fear of it being Hans' boot, but she found herself rooted to her spot. She swallowed hard, and found her voice.
"Lance.....Arthur.....is that....."
But all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
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Spirit of Fire
Free Roaming Elemental
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They all searched the library but no further sign of the headmaster was found. The strange singing many of them had heard had stopped and all was
silent in the library. There was also something else missing, all the wards that had been in the library had stopped functioning, the only reason this
would happen was if there was no Wild magic present. But if that was the case where had it all gone?
The students were taken back to their dorms by both Lance and Cora, they were all told to stay in one place and their suppers were brought to them.
Back in the Library Arthur and Slyvan search the place and found no sign of the headmaster or the wild magic. Cora came back to help them while Lance
went to recover from his vision. The seach continued well into the early hours of the morning and by the time dawn broke in the castle only two things
were clear the wild magic may have left the library and all the books within, but it was still very much present in the rest of the contaminated areas
and secondly the headmaster was definitly missing without a trace.
-Fire
[color=#FF4500]Tree Bad....Fire Pretty![/color]
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