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Post by Angrod Jacoby on Mar 10, 2007 12:52:28 GMT
With a book propped up against a bowl of fruit which hadn't been touched by his fellow Slytherins Angrod Jacoby slowly turned the pages one by one, instantly absorbing all the information he required. Having had a meagre amount of cereal which would last him well into the day, he now focused mainly on the task of reading up his second Muggle Studies textbook. Being able to multi-task fairly well he listened idly to the chit chat about him, mainly the usual enquiries over lesson timetables, and what time people would meet up for lunch. Sitting straight backed on the Slytherin bench Angrod flicked over yet another page, as a Slytherin 7th year pushed roughly past him, without fazing him in the slightest he read;
Muggles have a curious object which goes by the name of a compater... he knew for a fact the item in question was a computer run by the infamous Muggle electricity, how the author had acquired the wrong spelling was a disgrace, but such textbooks especially those on Muggles were littered with countless mistakes, he didn't blame Professor Fagin, as this was frankly one of the best textbooks on Muggles around. He should know having helped his Uncle write a particularly malicious book upon the subject of Muggle cultures. Scribbling such notes down on a parchment alongside the great volume balanced precariously against the fruit bowl, he wrote extensively; his chief expense at Hogwarts was indeed the amount of ink bottles he swept through each and every day.
As a Slytherin sixth year violently lurged the table Angrod looked up without anger, simply a fixed expression desgined to unnerve the girl who glared furiously at him, obviously stopping herself from murmering an apology. Neatly crossing through that line of notes he promptly ignored the girl who had opened her mout furiously to utter a retort to his simple look. As she angrily stormed off he resumed his work scrawling away busily even though the hustle and bustle of the Great Hall during the summit of Breakfast was more than enough to wake the dead.
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Post by Evra Thorn on Mar 10, 2007 22:00:53 GMT
Evra had worked up a rather large appetite from his usual, early morning rounds of attacking first years. With a dull niggling feeling within the emptiness of his stromach, he plodded off toward the great hall.
On entry he found the enchanted ceiling was a darker tone of grey putting him in a slighly better mood. The usual teacher table at the end, as well as the four large house tables. He growled at a few younger students as they passed by close to him, and stalked off toward the slytherin table looking for a familiar face.
Evra became slightly annoyed as a female slytherin stormed passed him, wishing him to move, however not giving in he carried on making her move instead, he found this had been due to the familiar slytherin Angrod.
"Causing a commotion already? Good job!" Evra laughed, as he took a seat next to Angrod.
He leant across the green cobwebbed goblets only a characteristic of the slytherin table, and grabbed a few sausages and slices of bacon for near by plates. Cramming half a sausage into his ajar mouth he studied Angrods expression and enquired as to how he was. Still scouring the table for a tastier course to consume.
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Post by Angrod Jacoby on Mar 10, 2007 22:20:44 GMT
Trying to ignore the hustle and bustle around him, he didn't immediately recognise the voice of his good friend; Evra Thorn. Glancing up he barely smiled, just inclining his head slightly. From Angrod this acknowledgement was very good indeed, he rarely took time away from his books. Returning to his scribblings he answered in his usual curt fashion.
"Twas her not I, my work is going very well thankyou for asking, considering the commotion." Always he answered a remark after his health with a reference to the state of his affairs rather than his own physical or emotional well being. His moving scattered parchment to make room from Evra further showed his respect for him, though not perhaps the brightest lad he knew, he was nonetheless a stout friend and viscious troublemaker throughout the school, not so subtle perhaps as himself, yet far more effective at terrorising the younger years.
Catching a wiff of sausage and bacon he knew Evra was busy tucking into his food with a gusto, he seemed rather ravenous all the time, thought Angrod. With his expression remaining stony he scrawled a note upon the prolific use of the internet. Seemingly Muggles were quite addicted to it, he drew comparisons with Quidditch which was seemingly the main focus of the entire wizarding world sometimes.
"Fruit is better for your health," he murmered as if reading aloud, in fact he was commenting upon Evra's insistance on eating tasty foods.
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Post by Evra Thorn on Mar 10, 2007 22:54:01 GMT
Evra noticed Angrod was, as usual scribbling away on many a scroll of parchment, perhaps not such a favourite past time of Evra's. However, it did occassionally bring much joy to him, depending on the subject of the matter he was to write about.
Evra read the heading of the parchment and was instantaneously disgusted as he realised it was muggle studies work, glaring distastefully at the parchment he said "Tis a good thing, I have a strong stomach and will to eat, otherwise that alone would have put me off my breakfast!"
His thoughts of disgust for the non magical community were disrupted by Angrods comment. "Fruit may be better for health, however it does not satisfy the same tastes that are required of Red Meat and other...certain food substances." he stated thinking mainly of the short snouted snorphlatt, a devine taste that could not be supplied by any other food source, but since there becoming a rarity was now very hard to comeby.
Taking a rather large mouthful of pumkin juice from his artisically webbed goblet. He momentarily paused his consuming of substances to glare at a child who was about to sit opposite him, unless it was a person of at least vague importance he was disenclined to allow them within in a certain area. If one was to pass through into his area then surely it would suddenly increase. Which Evra could simply just not allow.
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Post by Angrod Jacoby on Apr 5, 2007 17:59:59 GMT
Mildly listening with little attention to the chit chat he smirked as Evra's distaste of Muggles shone through evidently as per usual. Rifling through is book at a fast pace Angrod found what he was looking for; a scrawled note, written in Marishka's fair hand. The parchment dated the time and place for their next gang meeting. Subtley sliding it across the table towards his friend he continued
"Know your enemy," he believed that would suffice the intuitive nature of Evra. Though he wasn't ferociously against the Muggles he had no real admiration for their strange habits and ways; finding them sadly disagreeable.
Angrod believed Evra's insistence upon keeping a certain space from anybody he disliked a rather strange idea; perhaps immature, yet Evra was quite entitled to it, Angrod had always noted Evra's passionate nature, a great strength of his, but also a slight chink in his armour.
Thankfully for them all the small boy moved swiflty onwards not daring to approach the older sour looking Slytherins.
"Good move," muttered Angrod barely audibly as he continued assessing his work.
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Post by Evra Thorn on Apr 5, 2007 19:06:21 GMT
Evra watched quizically as Angrod quickly flicked through his textbook, this would have to be for some specific reason, as he may be able to read books with great ease but surely not at that pace!
Sure enough, within a few seconds he had cautiously slid a small piece of parchment toward him. Hid behind a basket of bread, he opened the parchment even though he had an idea of what it was. The parchment beheld Mariska's writing. Memorizing the information, Evra withdrew his wand and with a puff of smoke, the parchment dissapeared.
Grinning about the soon to come meeting, he leant across the table and snatched a bowl of cucumber. He turned to Angrod and muttered "Happy now? Green, tasty and good for you!"
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Post by narcissablack on Jun 10, 2007 22:34:10 GMT
Narcissa Black took a seat next to a few of her fellow Slytherin's. She wasn't going to eat anything. She only ate when it was really necissary. "Hey guys." She said with a prissy smile. She turned to look at the door, wondering when her sister would get there. Deciding she better have something, Narcissa reached for a glass of Apple Juice, glancing again at the two boys sitting a near her.
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Post by bellatrixblack on Jun 10, 2007 23:46:53 GMT
Bellatrix slid on to the bench beside her sister. She wasn't really hungry. She was never really hungry. She stared at her sisters apple juice, but nothing more.
"Morning Cissy." she muttered, yawning. She saw a boy accross them reading a muggle studies book. She herself never had any inclination to take muggle studies. Who cares about muggles anyways?
The sooner were shot of them the better, she said.
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Post by narcissablack on Jun 11, 2007 4:09:34 GMT
Narcissa laughed. "Wow Bella." she said quietly. "That was blunt," she was trying to hold in her laughs. "Nice first impression," She said gesturing toward the boys.
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Post by bellatrixblack on Jun 11, 2007 4:11:09 GMT
"Yeah. Well, I don't know how a Slytherin could care in the slightest about muggles. Its just so....unslytheriny." she shrugged.
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Post by narcissablack on Jun 12, 2007 17:57:31 GMT
Narcissa laughed. "That was very Slytherin of you," She smiled. "Well done." The two sisters laughed.
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Post by Angrod Jacoby on Jun 12, 2007 18:15:46 GMT
Angrod didn't look up as he heard the arrival of two very loud mouthy Slytherin girls. Concentrating once more completely upon his studies he tried in vain to not allow their inane babble to penetrate his ears; unfortunately it did.
He could easily have ignored them completely and they him, if only perhaps the somehow louder of the two hadn't drawn him into the conversation by naively talking about Muggles.
"Know your enemy." He said simply being a man of very few words indeed. The two sisters made him sick, they laughed far too shrilly, nigh beyond human hearing, if only they would go away and leave him in peace.
Yet he had a sneeking suspicion he had just been drawn into an argument, perhaps remaining completely silent would have led to a more preferable situation.
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Post by narcissablack on Jun 12, 2007 18:19:18 GMT
Narcissa looked at her sister and uttered only one sentence. "----INAPPROPRIATE CONTENT---- " She laughed louder pouring on the volume. "If he wasn't Slytherin I would say he was a mudblood," She laughed.
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Post by Prof. Darrow on Jun 12, 2007 18:47:40 GMT
(ooc I'm afraid I've received some complaints of your roleplaying on this site. Please can you read through the roleplaying rules and abide by them. Please don't swear, or write words that are similar to swearing it just degrades the site, thanks. Oh and punctuation would be nice too please.
Many thanks
Darrow
PS this post will soon be deleted)
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Post by bellatrixblack on Jun 12, 2007 18:54:17 GMT
"You know, I wouldn't be surprised. The hat has made mistakes before. But, I don't know...." Bella said, eye's wide.
(ooc: sawed-off shot gun.)
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