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Post by Jerred Boneman on Jul 27, 2007 11:35:22 GMT
Jerred kneeled before the fireplace, a stupid cold wind having put out the single flame that he had sparked together with his wand before an annoying first year had come and thrown a bucket of water on it over his shoulder. The said first year was now resting respectivefully on the ceiling of the room, his mouth snapped shut with the quieting spell.
Jerred also had lost his wand somewhere in the near vicinity because of the first year, and the chill of the room was starting to get to him. He had been flicking away at two stones he recognised, trying to bring the fire back to life with dry wood he had found. Nothing happened.
He desperately tried harder, forcing the rocks to spark more but no flame would start. With a cry of frustration, Jerred threw the stones into the fireplace and stalked away from the fireplace and threw himself onto the nearest sofa, where he crossed his arms defiantly and stared at the first year on the cieling, the pleading eyes of the first year annoying him further.
'You deserved it, you little git!' Jerred cried out, sitting up and throwing a cushion at the pathetic kid. He snuffed again, this time turning to see someone standing behind him.
'Oh, don't give me any damn look!' He said in a frustrated tone.
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Post by Erys Grace on Aug 8, 2007 3:45:11 GMT
Erys had watched the entire scene enfold, barely able to contain her glee as the first grader was trapped on the ceiling. Biting her lip to restrain a loud snort, she instead twirled her fanged wand between her fingers. A simple Accio wand would have drawn the magical item right to him, if he knew how to perform spells without a wand. Which by the looks of it, he hadn't the faintest clue how. Why, if she hadn't arrived, he would have had to search endlessly for it by hand! Tsk tsk, now thats not how we talented folk look for things. "Fine then, I wont." She replied, arching an eyebrow yet still unsurprised at his tone; no wonder he was frustrated. "Accio wand." Erys murmured, locking her eyes with the boy's so the incantation would know which one's she wanted. Instantly his wand flew from its hiding place to be snatched from mid-air by her expectant hand. "I believe this belongs to you." Reaching out to him with the wand balanced perfectly in her palm, Erys's face now held the calm expression it usually wore. Collected, confident, sure of herself.. In control and aware of her surroundings.
Judging by how youthful the boy looked, he should be a fifth year. Since it was another Slytherin, she could've easily dropped the formalities, an idea which didn't sound that bad right about now. But Erys came across as elegant-until-the-pranks-kicked-in. Or maybe she was just in the mood to seem prettier than she really was. "Erys Grace. Having some trouble?" Licking her lips, the witch tapped her fingers against the sofa, glancing at the fireplace with feelings of faint amusement. Surely he had learned to light things on fire. Though Erys couldn't be sure, she wasn't overly familiar with the curriculum around here. Staring into the fireplace at the pair of rocks, she arched an eyebrow.
"You were using stones? How primitive can you get?" Erys shook her head, amazed at how desperate he must've been to get a flame going. He used a method that pretty much died with the pioneers and the cavemen. "What, are you freezing in here?" Is that why? Honestly, the room didn't feel very cold to her. Did he get some of his soul sucked out by a Dementor or something? That always put a damper on your day and rained on your parade. Or rather, esteem. Erys hadn't already started the fire only because she didn't want to rain on his parade. Everybody knew how sensitive guys were about that kind of thing. Awaiting his reaction and if he would light the damn thing, she continued to whirl her wand- deciding that if he couldn't do it, she would have to. Meaning.. Do it, or I will. But dont worry, it wasn't likely Erys would be mean about it. Slytherin's always deserved her respect and her help.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Aug 11, 2007 4:20:53 GMT
Jerred looked at the girl with darkness riddled on his face. He took his wand and flicked it ever so slightly, allowing the first year to fall to the floor, a loud whumpf coming from the landing and a weak cry of help escaping the boys lips. Jerred looked at the girl and turned to the fire and cast the simple fire hex, the flames lighting up quickly.
'Jerred Boneman, nothing too special about me.' He said, watching the girl carefully. 'And no, don't need any help now.' He slammed himself back onto the couch and sat, crossing his arms as he decidedly to stare into the flames like no tomorrow.
'I can get even more primitive, but I choose not to transfigure myself into a monkey.' Jerred said, staring coldly into the flames. He didn't really have much on his mind, just still annoyed by the flint. 'And yes, it's cold in here or haven't you heard of a draft?'
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Post by Erys Grace on Aug 11, 2007 5:16:02 GMT
"Our common room is underwater you idiot, unless you decided to shove ice cubes in your mouth and breathe them back out again for a full hour, then I doubt we'd get a draft in here." Erys replied smugly, not bothering to watch the first year as he tumbled to the floor. Smiling icily, she stared into the flames, captivated by the red tendrils licking at the wood. Which brought up another point, why was there even a fireplace with no windows to invite the cold in? It was downright foolish. A waste of space.
"So long as you don't fling crap at me, I'm okay with you." Erys chuckled, refering to if he did indeed transfigure himself into a monkey. Primates ate their own feces, she hoped he knew. Of all animals, why did he choose that? Odd bird.. "Erys Grace. I'm awesome and I kick Gryffindor ass." Prone to swear whenever she felt like it, the animagus slunk around the side of the couch, sitting gracefully on the edge to watch him and his frustration. Of course he didn't need her help. Erys only offered her assistance to Slytherin, yet every time they refuse and go all 'I dont need your help'. He should be honored she took time out of her busy, important life to help him.
Realising now how stuck up that sounded, she shook her head, muttering something inaudible. "I didn't have the greatest of days." The witch explained quietly, remembering how close to lighting Zerrubabel on fire she had been. Ugly cretin.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Aug 11, 2007 12:05:21 GMT
'My, my, the prissy girl has a bad tongue.' Jerred said, having to smile at the sound of the girl cursing. 'Curse words are for juvenile deliquents.' He said matter of factly. Jerred didn't like the way the girl acted, trying to be the classic snobby, arrogant and pathetic Slytherin. He sat forward and looked at her oddly, his eyebrow raised.
'Are you too arrogant to realise you already said your name? Or do you like the way Erys sounds, rolling off the tongue?' He said, having to laugh afterwards. 'And beating up Gryffindor's is as easy as casting the most basic of all spells. If you can't do them, then why try and beat up them flimsy bastards? Hufflepuff's on the other hand are a little more trickier, and Ravenclaws, just don't bother, they believe their self righteousness earns them all the respect they need, though their never truly respected... At least not by me.'
Jerred had turned his attention to the flames and smiled smugly as he spoke about the Ravenclaws. Every one of them he had met, though few in number, were exactly the way he said.
'Didn't have the greatest of days? You and the first year obviously have something in common then.' Jerred said, flicking his wand again ever so slightly. The first year flung back to the ceiling again, stuck once more.
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Post by Erys Grace on Aug 11, 2007 23:02:54 GMT
"I didn't figure you to be smart enough to catch that." Erys replied, her tone even and her voice smooth. Crossing her arms over her chest, insulted at how rude he could be to another Slytherin, the animagus narrowed her eyes. "Gryffindor is the only house worthy enough to pose a challenge. Hufflepuff is a house full of losers trying to fit in, and Ravenclaw is too intelligent-" She paused to use her fingers as air quotes, "- to stand up for themselves, seeing as it wont do them any good." Laughing at this, Erys pressed her fingers to her temples, rubbing gentle circles as if trying to quell a possible headache.
"This pirate poser was just a real jerk in Herbology class." The witch explained, remembering how close she was to snapping and hitting him with a knee-reversal jinx. That Zerrubabel idiot completely deserved it. "Unlike alot of people undeserving of being in this house, I'm actually trying to get Slytherin house points." Veata's flinging of the Merdung at the Gryffindor today hadn't been the greatest way of achieving that, but nothing satisfied Erys more than the sound of it hitting him. Had it actually collided with his face, which it handed. Zerrubabel just stepped out of the way to avoid it. And the professor demanded that her friend resupply the school with it.
Obviously the teacher had wanted them to go swimming for it, something they would never, ever do. Erys knew someone in Nocturne Alley who sold it at a high price- but being friends with them obviously paid off. She could get it for cheap, or even free, now. "Why do you treat others of your own house with such rudeness?" Her question came out as purely curious, seeing as he was rude to them just like the Ravenclaws.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Aug 12, 2007 1:08:25 GMT
'Trying to get this house points? No luck there.' Jerred said, smiling smugly. 'The more you get, the more I get rid of.' He leaned back and let off a slight laugh as he stretched, opening his eyes and seeing the first year on the roof. He moaned and flicked his wand, this time letting the first year float to the floor.
'Herbology? Who likes Herbology? The study of plants is just as bad as the study Defence Against the Dark Arts! The Dark Arts are magnificent.' Jerred said, having to speak plainly for once. He soon changed his tone to his mischievous one and smiled.
'If you show me respect, I show you respect, don't show me respect and I don't show you respect.' Jerred said, his expression changing to one of smug familiarity. 'Also, I don't really care about what House a person is in, if they annoy me, they pay for it.'
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Post by Erys Grace on Aug 12, 2007 1:22:16 GMT
Smiling now, Erys tucked a chunk of bangs behind her ear, crediting a part of her vain attempts to this new bit of information. "No wonder I haven't had any luck so far." She remarked with a chuckle, scratching a cut on her arm which seemed to be getting itchier as they spoke. Watching the first year float gently to the floor, her eyes landed on Jerred this time. "Does the scary beast show.. Mercy?" She mock gasped, covering her mouth with her hand in a wide-eyed expression that was her stab at being humorous. By what she'd experianced so far, he could be a hard one to crack a smile from.
"I happen to like plants, even though I cant seem to keep anything alive for any period of time." She replied, laughing some. "Its not spells or defense that I have troubles with, as you can tell." Erys didn't know jack squat about wildlife, except for animals, which she simply adored. Well, the strong ones of course. Who said a Slytherin couldn't like creatures? She sure didn't, she was an animagus for god's sake! The witch would be nutty to hate the very thing she transformed into. Because of her vast interests in various topics, Erys had ended up signing for almost every class. Except for muggle studies, arithmancy, and some other subjects she pretty much hated. Now Dragonology! That was awesome. Dragon's rocked.
Nodding in approval of his explanation, Erys shrugged her shoulders, relaxing her posture slightly. "A good way to be." If anybody fell into her disliked category, she wouldn't hesitate to make their life a living hell. But if somebody she didn't know - in Slytherin, of course - was being bullied, Erys always stood up for them and hexed the pants off the perpetrator. Like that bloody Ravenclaw prefect who took ten points off Slytherin because the Parkhurst twins called her beautiful. What an insult.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Sept 2, 2007 0:04:55 GMT
'I have my moments of mercy.' Jerred said, looking at Erys with a smug smile. He looked away again and resumed his stoic face, carefully breathing in and out to calm himself slightly. In his current mood he didn't really have the energy to cause much havoc.
'I do believe it is a good way to be. The hole interbrand house rivalry is good, but sometimes there's people who annoy you and no amount of House pride will stop me from doing something to them.' He said, suddenly hearing the first year whimper. Jerred leapt to his feet, spun on his heel and pointed his wand at the first year, glowering over the child. 'Just like this one.' He said with a bemused smile.
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