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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 16, 2006 12:46:38 GMT
Boggleworth had began patrolling, doing his prefect rounds a few hours ago, with a voice inside his head yammering away, blurting nonsense like revenge, kill them all. Giving a few second years an earful of shouting hadn't even helped neither had finding a Slytherin trying to get into the girl's toilets.
so now he slumped against a wall in the entrance hall. He closed his eyes and began his battle to try and rid himself of this 'voice'.
are you really me?
No I am me, not you!
ok, here's the deal, ever since Mandrake attacked me, you've been here why? Why don't we just...work together instead of against each other
you're very inquisitive aren't you? well if you insist, it seems that maybe you are in fact me, and I am you
well that's weird
the last thing I remember was being hunted down by a wizard, by the name of Bunchington I think
Munchy Bunchington?
yes that'd be it
but...
let me finish! So we dualed but then well somehow, he must have got the upper hand and defeated me
oh!
what's your story then?
I grew up with my "uncle" who's actually my guardian, Bunchington
him hey? well he must have taken my memory! That'll be it
and then you re-surfaced when I was in trouble!
yeah
ok let's call a truce, we're both the same person agreed
begrudgingly yes
so why not work together then be friends?
if it'll get you to shut up and let me out then sure
we'll see
but then Boggleworth heard footsteps approaching and he came out of his reverie...
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 16, 2006 13:00:57 GMT
Grace walked up to Bog, who was sitting on the floor. "Bog?" she asked, "are you alright? You don't look so good!"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 16, 2006 13:08:04 GMT
"I'm fine!" lied Boggleworth.
who's this lovely lady?
that would be my girlfriend
score! Well done. You've gone up in my books
thanks
let me talk to her
no! You might err
ruin it for you? Well I doubt that, how did you manage such a fine catch, she's beautiful
"Shut up!" hissed Boggleworth out load "she's my girlfriend not yours!" then he realsied he'd spoken out load and blushed crimson.
now you've ruined it, stop blushing and think up something witty, and hurry up
erm
just say something
"Yes this is my bit of corridor to patrol, not yours!"
oh well done! clever boy thought Henry sarcastically
"How are you Grace?" enquired Boggleworth wishing the voice would leave him alone.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 16, 2006 13:15:36 GMT
Grace stared at Bog. What is going on in his head? she thought. She crouched down next to Bog and put a hand on his knee to steady herself. "I'm honestly a little worried. Bog, what's going on in that head of yours? You've got me worrying."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 21, 2006 15:57:10 GMT
whatever you do, do not tell her! she'll only think you're a freak, not that you aren't anyway
but she's my girlfriend
I don't care if she's the Queen of ruddy Sheba, telling someone I'm in your head is a stupid idea!!!
I suppose you're right
"there's nothing wrong with me!" Boggleworth said loudly "why do you ask?"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 21, 2006 20:31:12 GMT
Grace smiled at the question and sat down where she crouched, her hand still on Bog's knee. "You seemed to be concentrating extra hard on something other then me!" she mused. She was joking of course but thought he might take it the wrong way. She slowly lifted her hand and buried it in her lap, still smiling.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 21, 2006 20:47:11 GMT
don't tell me you've fallen head over heels for her? I never thought I'd see the day when Iwould fall for a girl
"who says I wasn't daydreaming of you?" Boggleworth enquired struggling to take control of the situation and hoping the voice would shut up to let him think. Boggleworth put his hand on Grace's knee and squeezed lightly saying "You know Grace I..." he was going to come clean but the voice screamed
no
so instead he said sincerly "really truly love you!"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 21, 2006 21:57:56 GMT
Grace smiled widely, awe that was so cute! She leaned forwards, putting her hands on his cheeks and pulling him into a long kiss. She pulled away and, keeping her face close to his and her hands on his cheeks, whispered, "I love you too!"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 22, 2006 13:56:25 GMT
Boggleworth blushed his cheeks going slightly rosy he loved it when Grace kissed him it was the best feeling ever!
keep calm you fool!
I am! At least I got away with it
pah! only just you buffoon
"Oh Grace can you hear my heart beating? It's like a full brass band!" he sniggered
"I love you so!" and he hugged her tight wanting to hold her forever so nobody could ever hurt her...
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 22, 2006 19:48:44 GMT
Grace wrapped her arms around Bog's neck. She could feel his heart beating against her chest. Her heart was in her throat. She swallowed it down and breathed heavily into Bog's neck. She wished he would tell her what was wrong, she wished it with every fiber of her being, but she knew he wouldn't.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 23, 2006 13:30:00 GMT
she's curious!
don't I know it! I should just tell her
don't be a fool! At the very least don't tell her here in plain sight and hearing of everyone! Unless you don't mind everyone thinking you're a freak!
"So what brings you here anyways?" enquired Boggleworth
anything to change the topic
you'll have to tell her eventually
quit contradicting yourself!
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 23, 2006 13:39:03 GMT
Grace heard the tention in Bog's voice and decided to go along with it. She pulled out of the hug, keeping her hands on his neck, and looking into his eyes. "I was just walking about," she told him, not wanting to go into it. She frowned, "what are you doing on the floor here?"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 24, 2006 10:05:55 GMT
"Just taking a breather!" he laughed a little sheepishly "I'm not as young as I once was," he exclaimed doing a fair immitation of an old man's voice. He smiled up at Grace with a twinkle in his eye.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 25, 2006 17:38:09 GMT
Grace took Bog's hand and smiled playfully. But when she thought about what he had actually said, she frowned and whispered, "why'd you need a breather?" Her storm blue eyes stared into Bog's with concern. She shifted onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 26, 2006 16:30:16 GMT
"It were only a joke!" muttered Boggleworth then his voice lightened and he said "why do you not want an old man as your boyfriend!" he teased, "do I have to be as fit as a fiddle?"
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