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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Mar 4, 2007 20:10:27 GMT
Standing in the main street of Hogsmeade, Boggleworth appeared rather solemn, in fact he was quite the contrary, his spirits were high and he was enjoying the pleasantly warm weather, a refreshing breeze passing through every now and then; billowing out his robes. Standing tall he leaned casually against an aged building next door to Madam Puddifoots. Arms folded before him he was at total ease quite satisfied by just watching the comings and goings. Tilting his head at aquaintances who passed by he smiled occasionally as people passing by in such a hurry, often dropping belongings in their haste. He did often wonder as to why people went through life at such great speeds; rarely stopping for breath.
Chuckling as a group of Slytherins gave him a wide berth, apparently affected by his seemingly random smiles, he rubbed his eyes, though he wasn't particularly tired.
Having been there for quite some time now, he surmised it time to move off, staying still in one position for such a length of time could hardly be beneficial for him. Having completed his Charms homework in the early hours of the morning having decided to persevere with it, he was quite pleased it was now out of the way, allowing time to simply walk free from any guilt. Striding along the street without haste, the sounds of his feet resounding off the cobbles gratified his ears, but he resisted the urge to break into a dance, the time for that was soon approaching and he looked forward to the Quadwizard ball excitedly. His mirth now plain for all to see, he swept past students streaming towards Zonko's joke shop, their usual haunt, he guessed. Smiling pleasantly at all students that passed him, he recieved in reply mainly scowls or nervous smiles back, few people seemed happy, though a group of giggling girls proved his theory wrong, turning to see who the object of their amusement was he looked around with sympathy at the sight that beheld his eyes...
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Post by Ariane Winchester on Mar 7, 2007 1:16:35 GMT
Ariane's dark hair surrounded her face and her sholders were hunched forward as the music blared loudly from her headphones it was Muggle music but the best music she had heard in her thirteen years of life. Fall Out Boy, The Tragically Hip, Pink Floyd. All of the wonderous rock surrounded her and made her lips curl into a joyous smile... There, of course, was the very random and very unusual Country song but not the new country... that drove her crazy. The old country, like Willie Nelson and Garth Brooks. At that moment she was listening to "Thanks For The Memories" by Fall Out Boy...
I'm gonna make you bend and break
(It sends you to me without wait)
Say a prayer but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show
(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand (one night stand off)
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"
They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"
One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"
Ariane's smile subsided to a grim grin. "Stupid songs remind me too much of-" she was muttering when she ran headfirst into Henry Boggleworth. She pulled off her head phones and you could clearly hear "Our Lawyer Made US Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued", yet again blaring through them.
Brothers and sisters, put this record down,
Take my advice 'cause we are bad news,
We will leave you high and dry,
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose.
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless,
The ribbon on my wrist says,
"Do not open before Christmas".
Ariane paused it "Sorry about that" she smile up at the older student.
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Post by Nathan Holloway on Mar 7, 2007 20:57:37 GMT
Nathan stormed through the streets of Hogsmeade. A Pathetic, insignificant Ravenclaw had spilt butter beer all over him. So not only were his third best pair of trousers ruined (the sickly sweet smell would never come out) but the stupid boy had the cheek to laugh at him. Barging through a group of giggling Hufflepuff’s and elbowing a Gryffindor in the side Nathan had almost made his way to the end of the street when a huge oaf got in his way.
Anger exploded inside of Nathan, he walked forwards with all speed his arms outstretched and pushed as hard as he could into the side of the male Hufflepuff. The force was so much that Nathan too was thrown off balance and stumbled off sideways eventully ending up on the ground. Glancing over in the distance he saw people pointing and laughing, making him seem like a fool. No one gets away with that. Standing up he looked for the buffoon of the older Hufflepuff, seeing him Nathan decide it best to let his opinion heard.
“You idiot. Why in the name of Salazar Slytherin were you standing in the road? If you want to be a gormless idiot at least do it by the fence.”
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Mar 7, 2007 21:09:14 GMT
Having been about to applaud the singing that reached his ears, Boggleworth had stopped a moment and encountered a rather large collision.
Being bowled over in the middle of the street didn't particularly enthrall Boggleworth, leaping to his feet and being roughly pushed aside as he tried to help the other lad up, he rolled his eyes, this young man looked like a pure Slytherin as he would undoubtedly call himself. Just from the younger lad's looks; that seemed perminently engraved in a sneer or grimace, Boggleworth could tell this wasn't going to go smoothly. Chuckling loudly, which just seemed to enfuriate the Slytherin still further he began dusting himself off, about to say no harm done, he was forstalled by the angry Slytherin.
"Excuse me, and excuse yourself in fact, if I wish to stand and watch the world go by then nobody can rightfully stop me I'm afraid. Idiot I may be, but gormless I most certainly am not." He commented wrly grinning to prove his point.
"I'm surprised at you for taking your founders name in vain, such profanities from one so young," he said patronisingly looking down at the Slytherin, "next time we're out walking we can both be more careful and wary," he said fairly patting the lad on the shoulder.
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Post by Nathan Holloway on Mar 7, 2007 21:24:05 GMT
Nathan was almost spitting was rage, the Hufflepuff continued to jabber on about nonsense. Nathan took to breathing in deeply and clenching his fists trying to ignore his anger, aiming to keep his composer. As he looked on at the Hufflepuff he final drew to the conclusion who this was. Picking his moment and with a hard swallow, the cool and calm voice of Nathan’s began to attack the boy.
“Henry Boggleworth. I should have known it would have been you. Still pretending your Head Boy, thinking you have power over everyone. Trying to be a bloody saint, when really you are hallow shell with no past. You murdering, pathetic mud blood.”
Nathan stressed the last words, he stressed every syllable making the word sound hard and bitter. Refusing to take his gaze off the Hufflepuff, Nathan took in a deep breath, straightened his back, puffed out his chest and let his own self belief pollute the air around them.
“Oh yes I know you past. Things travel around school rather quickly. Tell me how is Grace? Surprised you left her alone, she might go off and starting kissing another boy while your back is turned.”
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Mar 7, 2007 21:43:28 GMT
Trying rather desperately to ignore the carefully chosen words Boggleworth felt his anger rise, the personal comments about himself just slipped off, such words couldn't hurt him. But then a rather sharp biting dagger slipped in under his armour, the mere mention of Grace by such a vile tongue curdled his blood; but to insult her was too much. Sorely wishing to smash the filthy git right in the face he somehow resisted the enormous desire.
"Fiend," he muttered, though he had dealt with difficult people in his time, barely managed it; but this pathetic boy was just immediately disagreeable. Having grimaced visibly throughout the boy's crafted and harsh speech, his hands shook with barely containable rage.
"You little milk blooded coward, you have to insult those dear to me," he grated through clenched teeth.
"If you kept fully informed you'd realise we're as solid as a rock anyway, and nothing you can say will change that." He snarled voice raising, but trying in vain to stay calm and collected. The last thing he wanted was a disagreeable confrontation with this fiend, or worse to come to blows.
"Kindly move out of my way," he spat, moving to brush past him, anymore time in this little boy's company would drive him to drink.
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Post by Nathan Holloway on Mar 7, 2007 21:57:48 GMT
As Boggleworth started to become anger Nathan knew he had hit the jackpot. Trying to stop himself from bursting into laughter he managed to stifle it into a cough.
“Well it is always nice to see that insecurities in relationships can be counted as ‘solid as a rock’ I personally always thought of it as ‘on the rocks’ But your the expert you in such a relationship.“
Through the whole sentence he kept slipping up as laughter would creep though. Then not to Nathan’s surprise and in fact to his enjoyment the Hufflepuff tried to stormed off. When he had just walked past Nathan reached out and took hold of his trailing arm. Pulling the boy around to face him, with a cruel chuckle Nathan watched in enjoyment the anger on the boys face.
“I think Boggleworth. Your in denial.”
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Mar 7, 2007 22:07:07 GMT
It was now Boggleworth's turn to laugh, his anger was still evident but the fool had let his costly won advantage slip through his fingers, trying to feed insecurities into his mind just wouldn't work. If there was one thing Boggleworth was sure of, it was his fanatical devotion towards Grace, and nothing would change that.
Laughing he wheeled round pushing the younger lad away. "Fraid your point is lost there," he grinned crazily "cause it's the simple truth that Grace and I are perfect for each other, I realise that will seem somewhat strange to someone who has never encountered any love in his life ever, neither from a girlfriend, boyfriend, friends or maybe even family too. If so I do pity you so. Love is what we need to survive, not anger, hatred and greed!" He chuckled wryly beginning his usual blabber and gaining steam;
"now before our first impressions are ruined totally we shall as men walk away?" He said looming over Nathan feeling the urge to prod him violently in the chest. His nerves were still well on edge but his sudden reversal might just throw the inexperienced and foolish lad.
"But might I enquire your name? I'm sure you're so proud of it," he said grimacing.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Mar 8, 2007 0:09:30 GMT
'His name is Nathan Holloway,' Marishka chimed in a horrible, mock pleasant voice from a few feet away. The crowds had parted for a moment to reveal her standing with her back to them in front of a shoddy looking market stall, her thick dark hair tumbling gently in the wind. She had heard the whole stand off and it had taken a great deal of her strength not to burst into fits of giggles. Marishka did so love a good disagreement.
Setting down the faulty Sneakscope that had been whistling in her hand since she picked it up, Marishka at last turned to face them, her eyes flashing dangerously at the one called Boggleworth. 'And with a Slytherin a first impression is all you are worth, Hufflepuff.' She growled contemptuously.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Mar 8, 2007 18:54:12 GMT
Turning with a sigh as another entered the disagreement he tutted, shoving a hand into his pockets, believing that the entire thing could get dirty within a moment. Standing stock still and grimacing he said calmy smiling "Holloway eh? Never heard of them. Your evil reputation doesn't precede you." He commented laughing. Trust him to get reinforcements; though bullies would always go round in large packs. Sighing resignedly he turned to face the new girl, turning his back on Holloway as he now knew him to be. Giving a curt bow of the head he grinned saying simply without warmth "charmed I'm sure."
It was quite clear this new Slytherin was no better than the first, quite probably far worse due to her feminine wiles, he thought judging too by her look of pure contempt.
"You'll find worth and bravery is gained through honourable acts, it doesn't merely come to you by birth nor house," he grinned moving cautiously to be in the best position to clearly see them both. Keeping a scowl from his face he looked resolutely at each, wondering quite what would occur next. He wouldn't be the one to increase the tension further.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Mar 8, 2007 20:33:31 GMT
Marishka crossed her arms and leaned on one hips, glaring at the Hufflepuff with her jaw stuck out. 'Bravery? Well you're done for then, aren't you? The bravest thing I've ever seen a Hufflepuff do is blow out all the candles at night!' she laughed snidely, looking him up and down. If he thought being civil and charming would put her off from mocking him, he was sadly mistaken. It was well known that once Marishka had made up her mind about someone, she rarely changed it - and this foolish looking boy in a top hat (haha sorry) of all things was not going to be an exception.
It was Marishka's turn to show her back now, and she stood in front of the Hufflepuff, blocking him out. 'Shall we, Nathan? There's a funny smell around here that I'm not liking. I'm guessing it's mudblood.' she spat, spying over her shoulder. Marishka had no idea if the other boy was a muggle born or not, but by the way he was disrepsecting a blatant pure-blood he was quite obviously of dirty blood.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Mar 8, 2007 20:53:25 GMT
Boggleworth chuckled, people often tried so hard to be mean and horrible, these were a right pair together, quite formidable in fact, though he wouldn't let them faze him, much, if of course he could help it.
"On the contrary being brave doesn't necessarily consist of such acts, standing up to bullies can work wonders too, or even harder; keeping firm in front of friends," he stated realising he was being exceedingly cliched.
"It sounds like you've been around Hufflepuffs when they're trying to sleep, how I couldn't possibly imagine," he laughed cleverly turning her own words against her. Having at first ignored her comment to Holloway he now looked at them both, glowering down at them.
"Perhaps it's your own pride," he commented wryly, though he often strived to find the best in people he could find nothing good whatsoever in these two. Believing this would antagonise them further he spoke as if they weren't there, even daring to look away
"I've often wondered why such people exist, those who seemingly cannot abide simply different blood which makes no difference whatsoever to anything at all." Smiling he looked once more at them.
"Are you going to do something stupid?" He asked pleasantly looking calm, though in reality he was like a drawn spring; ready for anything.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Mar 8, 2007 21:27:38 GMT
Marishka spun round, her eyes flashing dangerously. 'How dare you!' she shouted indignantly, sizing herself up against the towering Hufflepuff. 'I wouldn't touch a Hufflepuff if my life depended on it - how vile! You lot are only fit to mix in with each other. You shouldn't even be a House!' she snarled stormily, raising her chin. Her heart was beating unevenly in her resentment, and her eyes darted about his face, searching in vain for something to belittle him about.
She now turned away forcefully, her hair whipping his face as she did so. 'Nathan!' she mouthed at her comrade, demanding he stick up for her. She did so hate it when she was left to do all the hard work - did she have to do everything around here? Her lip curled as the Hufflepuff continued. 'I don't really expect someone like you to understand the complexity of blood.' she said in mock disappointment, still with her back to him. 'You shan't ever grasp it... or feel it... or be enlightened. Contrary to what you may believe, respect is earned through blood. It is the ultimate symbol of a wizarding family's strength to keep true to their roots! Only rats choose to mingle without consideration for their ancestors.' She hissed in distaste.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Mar 8, 2007 21:43:07 GMT
Boggleworth had seemingly hit upon a nerve, quite unintentionally in fact. Though he enjoyed taking the advantage once more he didn't like causing another person pain, well that's what he had to keep telling himself. As a matter of fact the thrill of bandying words with these two was rather more exciting than just watching the world go by. He far more enjoyed taking an active role in it.
Laughing heartily he answered "well I never," he said sarcastically raising his hands in mock horror, "shouldn't be a house, who won the house cup last year? Oh and who wins quidditch too? Methinks tis Hufflepuff, so please get rid of your..." now mocking her voice "Slytherin's pure, we're the best" reverting to his own he laughed scornfully having finally had enough of them.
"Stop being so pigheaded, or should I say pigblooded?" He asked grinning feeling the telltale influence of his dreaded past of Henry, not quite resurfacing but having an effect.
"Blood isn't complex, tis rather simple actually" he commented wryly, but on hearing the word enlightenment he ahd ignored her other words now believing her for a Ministry spy.
"A little Ministry pawn are you?" But realising too late he shouldn't come out with it he continued his ramble "Some of the most respected and greatest people alive are Muggle born in fact, perhaps you should go to a Muggle Studies lesson? It's really quite educational," he remarked wryly knowing it would get their blood up. Smiling now cheerfully he finished
"I'm afraid I must cut short this most rivetting talk, now I bid you a good day I've pressing business to attend to" Once again he went to brush past them knowing that they would likely wish him to stay there, at least to have the last words.
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Post by Nathan Holloway on Mar 9, 2007 11:58:22 GMT
Nathan looked on as the two people in front of him begin to take pot shots at each other. Every time Marishka would remark about the Hufflepuff, Nathan could not help put smirk, however as the Hufflepuff vainly attempted to defend himself he found it hard not the laugh at his pitiful fight back. Marishka seemed to be doing an alright job until Boggleworth decide that he would walk away.
Having none of it Nathan once again stopped the boys escape path, however this time he decided to use a bit more force. Lunging forward Nathan pushed past the boy. Arms folded and eyebrows raised Nathan blocked his path.
“Now that is rude. You should never walk away from a lady when she is talking to you. I think you should turn around and apologise to her, or is your dirty blood so brown that it has clouded out all of your manors.”
Tapping his foot waiting for an answer, Nathan could not help put let a small, cruel grin spread across his face. He made sure he did not mention anything of the Ministry. Although personal he thought the ruling they had in the castle was brining around a good change, he had nothing to do with it.
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