Callixtus Trinitus Dyne
Third Year Ravenclaw
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![[*]](./images/incubus/default_icon.gif) posted on 29-10-2008 at 10:48 PM |
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Minor Annoyances (Dylan and open)
Transitions. Cal had always thought he'd been good about adapting to his surroundings and that the transition from one place to another was always
easy. Clearly, he hadn't reckoned what trying to adapt to a place like this would be like. Durmstrang seemed a sight more cheerful than this magic
tainted hole in the earth. It was also slightly less stressing.
Since his arrival at the school, Callixtus had wrapped himself up in the studies he had missed on his trip back to England. There were notes to be
reviewed, transmutations and experiments to be attempted and they were bloody difficult to perform in a dormitory filled with other boys and one
busybody of questionable gender. It was bothersome to work in such conditions. What with all the questions and unhelpful, unneeded and unwanted advice
from children who had no concept of the work he was doing, it was a wonder Cal hadn't lost his temper sooner than he had.
After the millionth mindless suggestion, the red haired boy quietly glared at the first year who had spent all day staring at his alchemy equipment,
gathered his equipment, put it away and stormed out of the dormitory with his cigarette case in his hand. He made his way to the courtyard, with the
intention to have a smoke and let the cold outside air cool his temper some.
"Honestly, what I wouldn't give for a room of my own to study in." the young man sighed irritably as he strode through the halls with an angry,
impatient pace. Alchemy required a lot of thinking and concentration. Why was he the only person in his entire dormitory that understood what the
phrase "I'm busy, shut the hell up so I can think." meant? This and a million other annoyed questions ran through the Ravenclaw's mind as he made his
way out to the Courtyard.
As he stepped outside and into the cold, gloomy November afternoon, he was reminded of yet another annoyance he faced in his new school. Everywhere,
with the exception of a few spots, was tainted with the echoes of some kind of primal magic. It threw off experiments and made working out a
transmutation harder than it ought to be. Transmutations either worked too much or barely achieved the effect he wanted and he knew for damn sure that
it had nothing to do with his competance.
After all, Dad said he had a few problems with experiments of his own the first few days, too. Cal wasn't sure he said that to comfort him or if it
was true. But, the fact that even his father was having troubles just made things worse and wound him tight enough to snap.
And, even if the day was bleak and cold, he needed just a tiny break away from everything for awhile. Yes, just a small break outside and a smoke. Or
three, he thought as he opened his cigarette case and selected one of the custom rolled, ridiculously expensive cylinders out of the case and placed
it in his mouth.
"Things had better get easier here soon or I'll end up going through more of these than mum would like." Cal muttered as he placed the case in his
pocket and retrieved his lighter in the same motion. With a flick, the top of the lighter snapped open and issued forth a tiny flame which Cal placed
at the end of his cigarette before taking a long drag and snapping it shut.
"Oh, Jesus, did I need that." the rush of nicotine and taste of fine wizard tobacco came not a moment too soon and the boy sighed contentedly, blowing
smoke as he leaned back against the courtyard wall. It was a small thing, but he did feel a little bit better for it as he looked up at the slate
gray sky, watching as the smoke he blew twisted in the air, forming into the shapes of dragons or knights on horseback before vanishing.
A little quiet time, a smoke and a chance to get his thoughts on something other than how annoyed he was. That's all he needed.
However, the sounds of footsteps coming across the courtyard seemed to indicate that he was likely to get it.
If lies were cats, you'd be a litter
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Dylan McCarthy
Third Year Gryffindor
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| posted on 30-10-2008 at 05:07 PM |
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It didn't seem that Dylan would be one to spend an entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing. If he wasn't sleeping, he was constantly on the go, the
way he liked it. If it wasn't classes keeping him occupied (and what a waste of time those were), he was practicing quidditch, playing pranks on other
kids, messing with the younger boys, or chasing the girls about the hallways. Sometimes, he even managed to fly his broom up to the window of the
girl's dorm and spy on them without getting caught. A pastime he had immediately ceased upon getting a glance of Greta Hinkley changing, and oh how
Dylan's stomach had lurched. No amount of cute girl was worth seeing that catastrophe. Today, Dylan had taken the safe route, his stomach and eyes
well and unscathed, as he had spent the entire afternoon -get this- reading his notes for Core Magic. Dylan was never one to study, much less spend an
afternoon doing so, but there was really nothing else to do, as quidditch practice was tomorrow, all the younger kids were in class, and he
surprisingly didn't have detention with Professor Napier again.
After studying about all he could take, he had run to the Great Hall to grab a chicken leg, before bolting right back out before a certain stocky
female could catch notice of him. It was a new habit of his, rarely eating in the hall, and instead just grabbing and going. It made for a less killer
digestive system, but at least he wasn't being molested by Greta. He took a bite as he strolled out into the courtyard, shivering slightly as the
chilled air brushed his neck, and he chewed thoughtfully taking in the other kids around him. Chase was over there, and Leslie....ooh Leslie. He had
to figure out a way to get that girl to talk to him, but with Hambeast constantly on his tail, it sort of scared off any other female. His eyes
settled on Cal, who was looking thoroughly irritated at the world, and he smiled as he took another bite of his chicken leg, and strolled on over to
his friend.
"Hey," he waved and posted up on the same wall beside his best friend. He took in the sweet smell of his friend's cigarette, and tossed the remains of
his chicken into a nearby bush. He knew Cal swiped the expensive smokes from his Dad's stash, and he held out his hand expectantly, "Got one for
me?"
[sorry it's a bit small, next one will be longer!]
But it's better if you do.
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Sapphire Kovalenko
Ravenclaw House Head
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Registered: 24-10-2008
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| posted on 3-11-2008 at 02:16 PM |
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"Monster! Monster! Get back here!" The giant hamster scampered out into the courtyard, leaving Sapph chasing almost manically after him, her blue
dress and hair streaming behind her, a slight flush in her normally peachy cheeks. That damned hamster would be the death of her! He was still
affected by Engorgio, as, until she had somewhere safe to leave him, like a cage, or tank or something, she couldn't afford to reduce him back to
normal size. Besides, she thought she would probably miss him if she cast Reducio on him. There was something disturbingly comforting about the heavy,
furry presence in her lap when working out lesson plans, or recharging her crystals. Monster may not be every witch's idea of a perfect familiar, but
he suited Sapph just fine. She had never been one for the conventional cat familiar, preferring to use cuddly animals which were better suited to
being a child's pet, and, although it had sometimes backfired on her (who knew that a chinchilla's fur would catch light quite that
effectively?), she had never had any regrets. That was, right up until Monster started to molest Lance and Arthurs legs on her arrival...
Not only was she having to deal with a move to a whole new continent and a familiar that seemed hell-bent on alienating her new colleagues from the
get go, she was also having to deal with another litle nugget of responsibility that had been sprung on her shortly after her arrival. She had been
appointed as Ravenclaw House Head. Great sounding title, but she had had absolutely no idea what a House Head was, or did, and it had taken some
explaining, littered with apologies that the details hadn't been given to her with the offer of employment. Truth be told, she may well have refused
the position had she known that she would be personally responsible for the welfare and discipline of a load of recalcitrant students. Fortunately, so
far, none of the Ravenclaws had caused any trouble, so she hadn't had to act in that capacity just yet.
Anyway, Monster had needed a toilet break during her disastrous "welcome" meeting, as even the most well trained hamster could be prone to little
accidents, although there was nothing "little" about Monster's accidents, and Sapph had been pointed in the direction of the large Courtyard around
which the classrooms were centred. She had been bringing him out here for his ablutions ever since. She watched, smiling slightly, as the hamster
snuffled around near the door to begin with, before romping off across the courtyard. Sapph wrinkled her nose... she was sure she could smell
cigarette smoke... She knew that smoking wasn't permitted on school premises, so it was obviously a professor or older student sneaking a quick smoke.
She glanced around the courtyard, her eyes finally resting on two rather young boys, one a ginger in Ravenclaw colours, and the other a blonde in the
red and yellow of Gryffindor, hardly making a secret of their smoking.
Damn! That was all she needed - busting one of her own kids for smoking before she had even been at Hogwarts a week! The little brat couldn't be any
more than thirteen or so. Pretty much taking her life into her hands, she strode over, the enthusiastic hamster gambolling along behind her, spying
new legs to ride. She stopped a few feet in front of the boys, placing her hands on her hips, and glaring directly at the young Ravenclaw. "You need
to put that cigarette out right now," she said, authoritatively. "Put it out and give me the rest of the pack, please, and we can discuss your
punishment in my office in an hour." The steely edge to her voice, and the hardness in her eyes was ruined as Monster moved up to the ginger boy,
sniffed, backed up to him, furry hamster rump only a few inches from him, and pissed all over his leg. Raising an eyebrow, Sapph smiled slightly. "I'm
sure there's plenty more where that came from... So you might just want to hadn them over..." She glanced at the blonde boy. "And don't think that I
won't be telling Professor Napier about this."
- Sapph
There's something a wee bit odd about this woman...
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Manuela Anghelescu
Second Year Ravenclaw
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Registered: 18-11-2007
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The day seemed to have a sad feel to it. Everything outdoors looked cold and dead, and the indoors seemed even less exciting than usual, a new feet.
It wasn't the sort of day Manuela could spend lost in a book, or in a drawing, in fact she felt rather uncomfortable indoors doing anything sedentary
at all. So, she decided to go out into the courtyard with a pen and paper and try to compose poetry.
Once she was out there, though, no poetry came. She suspected it was the restlessness she felt. If she were to write anything, it would have to be a
rant of some sort. And so, sitting against the wall, by a bush, she began writing about how genocide could begin in England soon.
It was sort of logical. Hitler took power while people were still upset about having to repay France for the first world war's damages, why wouldn't
some wack-job take over the ministry while some wizards were upset about what had happened at Hogwarts? Only like thirty or so percent of the Germans
had been Nazis when Hitler came to power, it was just that he'd offered them a better Germany. Perhaps they would offer a better Wizarding World, and
convict half-bloods and muggle-borns of tainting the magic? She knew there were those who already blamed them, after the incident eleven years ago.
She paused for a moment, considering how one would go about soaring through ranks. Then, she smelled something dreadful. Wrinkling her nose in
disgust, it took her a moment of breathing in to identify the odor. Someone was smoking. She felt pity and revulsion, but more so curiosity. None of
her professors striked her as the kind who would smoke, but then, you could never tell.
Perhaps she was right to think none of her professors were smokers. She looked up and did in fact see a professor, but also two students. Even if she
hadn't recognized him, she would've guessed that one of the two would be Dylan McCarthy. The other boy looked familiar, too, she'd seen him around,
and he was in one of her classes, but she couldn't remember his name. Something with a 'C'. Chris? No, that was another of Dylan's pirate crew.
"You need to put that cigarette out right now," "Put it out and give me the rest of the pack, please, and we can discuss your punishment in my
office in an hour." "I'm sure there's plenty more where that came from... So you might just want to hadn them over..." "And don't think that I won't
be telling Professor Napier about this."
Manuela wasn't sure whether to be amused, or feel sorry for them, or what, so she just watched silently.
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