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Post by Professor Daniel Hubbles on Apr 8, 2007 20:57:27 GMT
Dan kicked open the portal and fell into the common room. The weight of Grace was getting greater after the long journey they had just had from the lake. Approaching a the closest sofa to the fire he carefully placed Grace down onto it and found a cushion to rest under her head. Her complex was still plain but tears were still rolling down her pale face, and her eyes were moving ever faster under the eyelids.
Many of the Hufflepuff’s in the common room seemed to be rather interested in what was happening however they knew not to get to close to Dan when he was in one of these moods. His face was bright red and he kept running his hand through his hair with frustration. How was he to get Grace to wake form this state. Reframing form letting out a loud cry he dropt to his knees by the side of her and began to order her around hoping it would break through her subconscious.
“Grace as your head of house I order you to snap out of this now. Please Grace open your eyes.”
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Apr 8, 2007 21:31:46 GMT
"Grace, open your eyes," she heard a voice calling to her. It was a deep voice, a man’s voice. But then it changed, it became less desperate, more warm and loving "... open your eyes Gracie ...open your eyes". She had closed her eyes and clasped her knees to her chest. When she opened them, she was in Italy again, on her bed after an afternoon nape.
She rubbed her eyes and looked around. Uncle Simon was standing over her. She sat up and opened the blanket on her legs, "what time is it, Simon?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. She felt refreshed, clam and cool. A sea breeze came through the swing doors that stood open.
"It's time to visit the beach ..." his voice distorted. It almost sounded like it wasn't his voice and the words she had know he had said did not come out of his mouth. Grace frowned, and rubbed her face, "what did you say?" she asked frowning ...
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Post by Professor Daniel Hubbles on Apr 12, 2007 20:19:44 GMT
Dan continued to look over at Grace, his heart was pounding, he did not know how he could make things ok. He felt helpless and powerless, to be a teacher and not know what to do was haunting him, but then Grace spoke.
what time is it, Simon?
He was a bit perplexed at this outburst, she still seemed to be in her dream like state, her eyes were still closed and she was not responding to anything. Hoping that he might be getting somewhere he leaned back over her and shook her shoulder lightly once more.
“Grace it is Dan…Professor Hubbles. It is 3:40 in the afternoon, you are in the Common room and you are safe.”
His voice became soft and his face was still full of worry. There seemed to be no reaction straight away, he dropt back onto his knees and took a deep breath trying to clam himself down.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Apr 14, 2007 22:45:13 GMT
Grace looked up at Simon's face as he said, "I said, 'it's time to visit the beach', Grace." Bit it sounded like someone else said, 'it's 3:40 in the afternoon'. Grace frowned again, still confused, but her frown melted when he smiled and patted her arm. Grace could hardly believe she was back in Italy, and once again on her way to the beach. She loved it there and always smiled when she was there. Looking up at Simon, she smiled and said, "that’s a fantastic idea, Dan."
Both she and Simon frowned at her. "What was that?" he asked. She clapped a hand to her mouth, "I mean Simon, I don't know why I said that." Deep inside her, deep deep down Grace knew that something was wrong, something in the air smelled familiar but out of place and it was not right. She flung the duvet off her and climb out of bed. She looked around the room and got flashes of another room, a warm room where a different man was standing over her and a warm fire was crackling in the grate. "Is Hillary back yet?"
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Post by Professor Daniel Hubbles on Apr 22, 2007 15:00:36 GMT
Dan felt a surge of hope when he heard Grace say his name, she was mumbling and it was hard to pick out but he was convinced she had said his name. Although see had mentioned his name he did not know what else to do. A deadly silence seemed to fill the common room as Dan held his breath waiting for something to happen. He knew not what, as he did not know how Grace got into this sate, all he could guess was it was not normal.
Felling uncomfortably hot in the common room Dan stood up and walked towards the window to push it open hoping that the fresh air may help Grace, or at least cool himself down. However he had not reached the window when Grace mumbled something else. Dashing back to her side he tried to think hard on what she had said.
“Hillary? Grace do you mean Girty or is there someone else you want me to get? Grace you need to wake up form this dream!”
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Apr 22, 2007 15:45:10 GMT
Simon had grabbed her shoulders and begun shaking her, shouting, "Grace you need to wake up form this dream!" Grace once again suspected it was not Simon talking to her, but someone else, through Simon. It sounded like Dan, but Grace couldn't be sure. Grace frowned and her head rolled onto the other shoulder.
Grace liked her lips and swallowed hard. "Dan, why are you being like this?" She looked away from Simon and frowned at the floor. She had once again called him Dan. He must be trying to communicate with her through Simon. But them was she really in Italy? Was it really still the summer? "No," she said slowly, lying down on the bed again, "I don't know when it is."
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Post by Professor Daniel Hubbles on Apr 22, 2007 16:17:22 GMT
Grace had began to talk again, her whole body was moving and she seemed to be talking again, however it was different then before. Shaking his head almost hoping that the thought would fly away he still could not help but believe that Grace was getting closer, coming back to reality.
“No, I don't know when it is.”
Feeling rather shocked Dan moved closer to Grace once more and found it hard not to be hypnotised by the look on her face. His mind raced as he tried to work out what was happening inside the girls mind, what was see seeing? And why did she keep asking for other people? The only thing he could hold on to was that she could hear him, deep in her dream.
“Grace, Grace please wake up. You are in the Hufflepuff Common room, your with Professor Dan Hubbles. Wake up.”
Dan watched her carefully refusing to blink, his eyes began to sting but he did not care, he did not want to miss anything that might point to how to help Grace.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Apr 22, 2007 19:34:34 GMT
Having just fled a classroom with a book being flung at his luckless head Boggleworth had hurtled away, Fagin had been in one bad mood that was for sure. He'd hoped for a much brighter scene in the common room where he headed at his usual fast walking pace. Entering with a smile upon his face it immediately brightened upon seeing his favourite person, Grace of course, though he liked Dan he wasn't quite so high up the list.
Beaming he ran across the room chortling "Grace my love! How are ye? Oh and Professor, sorted out your lesson plans I hope." Rubbing his eyes and setting down his bag, his brow began to furrow as he realised the gravity of the situation; Grace looked quite out of sorts.
Worry clearing his features of happiness his eyes grew wider as he kneeled before the sofa she now lay upon. Clearly agitated and seemingly withdrawn from this world entirely, he'd never seen her look that way before; completely detached. Looking worriedly up at the Professor he drew a ragged breath, the look upon his esteemed elder's face told it all.
Stroking Grace's hair he murmered straight into her ear "Grace, what's up?" Darting another feverish glance at Dan he asked inna strangled voice "what's happened?" He couldn't fathom why she lay in such a state; clearly his own Head of House was worried, which made Boggleworth quite petrified, even the smallest amount of pain Grace suffered caused great anguish for him.
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Post by Professor Daniel Hubbles on Apr 22, 2007 20:16:49 GMT
Dan turned his head round sharply as he heard the portrait open. He was about to order them to get straight out again but noticed that it was Boggleworth, and he knew it would not be the wise thing to do. Dan did not know what to say and let Boggleworth find out for himself that Grace was not in the same world as them. The tension was unbearable and seeing his own student worry so much was taking his toll on him. He knew he could not met the gaze of Boggleworth, guilt was building up inside of him and he could not face looking into the betrayed eyes of the Hufflepuff. Focusing on his clasped hands Dan managed to produce a small mumble.
“She is in a trance, I do not know how to get her out as it is old magic. Grace does not respond directly to what you say but it seems to break into her subconscious. Some things she says makes no sense others do.”
With a deep breath Dan managed to give Grace one quick glance before rising to his feet and walking over to the window. Opening it wide Dan stuck his head out of it and let the fresh air wash over his face. After moments of silence Dan turned around and looked at Boggleworth, slowly he walked over towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I am Sorry.”
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Apr 22, 2007 20:22:09 GMT
Grace had her eyes closed again, she was sleeping, drifting on a cloud of blue and black.
"... your with Professor Dan Hubbles. Wake up.”
Grace's eyes snapped open. She was heavy breathing. She tried to look around her but her vision was blurry. She closed her eyes again, closed them tight. Then she felt someone playing with her hair and heard Bog's voice.
Slowly Grace opened her eyes and looking around saw Bog and Prof Hubbles. She painfully, slowly pushed herself into a sitting position then flung her arms around the professor's neck. "Thank you, professor," she whispered into his ear. "You were there in my darkest hour and I will never be able to repay that." Her muscles were throbbing, acing, so she lay back down. "Hi Bog!" she whispered sleepily, "hello stranger!"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Apr 22, 2007 20:37:12 GMT
The whirlwind of emotions that Boggleworth experienced shocked him to the core, one minute he was perhaps foolishly fearing for Grace's life and the next she was awake and seemingly as right as rain; though the way the two of them spoke sent shivers down his steely spine nonetheless.
A bemused expression clear upon his face he looked from one to the other;
"was I just dreaming then or was it you?" Boggleworth asked half jokingly and half seriously.
"Are you alright Grace?" He asked clearly still very worried, she still seemed exceptionnally pale, whether his fears exaggerated it or not he couldn't tell. "Why were you in a trance?" He asked quizzically knowing that really there was unlikely to be an answer to such a difficult and un-explicable question.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Apr 25, 2007 16:46:25 GMT
Grace saw the flickering of the fire through her eye lids. It looked like spirits dancing in the snow. She smiled, now blisfully unaware of the events that had past. It was as if she had just woken up from a rather strange dream, which, for her, was not all that strange.
She did not open her eyes; though she had been sleeping she was now tired. "I'm fine, Bog," she said whistfully, "just fine! Why do you ask?" She could think of no logical explination for the seriousness in Bog's voice. "And how are you?" she asked, her eyes still closed.
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