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Post by mystri on Dec 31, 2007 1:15:17 GMT
Eva rested against one of the trees, looking out to the lake. It was so beautiful, so peaceful, even though some treacherous things hid in its depths. The wind created ripples on the lake's surface, and the breeze tugged at the hufflepuff's hair. A smile played on her lips as she wondered at the natural beauty of it all.
Eva stood and leaned against the tree, tracing around the hole that was permanently carved in it's surface. Something glinted inside of the hole, and it seemed to have caught Eva's attention. She reached in and gingerly took the item out, her curiosity sparking.
The thing hidden in the tree seemed to be a locket. It was round, oval really, with tiny leaves etched all along the surface. Eva traced the silver locket softly. The metal was not cold, which was strange because the weather was chilly. The locket was about the size of her palm, so it obviously wasn't a necklace. Eva touched the latch softly, and the locket clicked and the lid swung open.
Nestled inside was a small, golden whistle. It was narrow, and about the size of one of her fingers. It had a red ribbon attached to it. Curiously, Eva took it in her hand. As soon as she did, she noticed writing on the back.
Silence is golden, and so shall you not hear. Silent will I be, for those who do not truly know how to hear.
Eva placed the locket in her pocket and put the ribbon around her neck. She held the whistle on her palm and twisted it curiously. "Silence is golden." Eva murmured.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Dec 31, 2007 1:25:24 GMT
Sarie headed down to the lake. Then she heard a voice in the back of her head. -Are you still sleep walking?- She was surprised she hadn't heard it in almost 3 months. -Oh you're still here. Who are you any way?- She could almost feel a smile. -Some thing you really don't need to know.-
- I wish you tell I want to know who helped me survive my first year.--You seemed more prone to danger in your second though.- She sighed. She looked over the lake. -Will you at least tell me your name. I'd like to know who I'm talking to.- She felt the smile grew. -Lets just say a friend who likes to know your safe.- Sarie had always known it to be a male voice and fatherly in a way. They went to school here an was connected to her family some how but she still wasn't sure who or what was talking to her.
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Post by swampert on Dec 31, 2007 2:03:21 GMT
Brooke made her way steadily across the ground, a frown planted on her face. She was just sitting in the dorm room reading a very epic romance novel when Adelelly came in spouting nonsense. Of course the two of them got into a fight that didn’t last long. Brooke’s face stung bitterly, and she knew it surely must be red, but also her hand hurt from striking Ad back. For such close friends, fights like this were common and not something to bother the busy lady in the Hospital Wing. With a frown she noticed someone sitting by her tree near the lake. On a day like this, when she barely wanted to deal with people, someone just had to pick that tree out of all the trees to sit by.
Striding the long away around the tick willow, just to avoid passing the Hufflepuff directly, Broo sat down on the more muddy end closest to the water and stared out towards the lake. Though she may seem inattentive, she could see the far-off Gryffindor gal who looked like she was too busy thinking and the odd Hufflepuff who looked like she just realized she was wearing a necklace. “Is that a dog whistle?” Broo asked, curiosity getting the best of her in this situation. She tilted her head down, so that her thick brunette locks covered the swollen red spot on her cheek; the slytherin girl still had her pride, after all.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Dec 31, 2007 2:10:50 GMT
She returned to the world. She looked around she felt some one looking at her and thinking about their pride. She looked around to see a Slytherin covering her cheek. She was the one thinking about her pride. She headed toward the lake. She wanted silence and she finally had it. She sat crossed legged at the edge of the lake. Thinking about her father she missed him so much. She wasn't really there any more her mind was going blank at odd moments she wondered if it was normal.
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Post by mystri on Dec 31, 2007 2:12:57 GMT
Eva was faintly aware of two other presences, but she really didn't pay the two people any mind. They don't talk to her, she doesn't talk to them. Such was the way of the world.
The whistle gleamed as the sun hit it, and Eva grinned. She was slightly startled by the girl addressing her. Eve looked up and let the whistle fall back in place around her neck. "Truthfully, I'm not sure." She looked back down at the whistle, then over to the Slytherin. "You're Brooke right? I believe I've met you on the grounds before. I'm Eva if you don't remember." Wow, more talking than usual. Her voice was probably too soft for the Gryffindor to over hear, but then again, the Gryffindor seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.
Eva took the whistle and placed the end between her lips. She blew, and a shrill note rang in the air. The other students around didn't seem to notice the whistle's sound, not in the slightest. Eve glanced over to Brooke, silently wondering if she had heard the noise too. Was Eva just insane? Or could those students really not hear the whistles note?
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Dec 31, 2007 2:19:30 GMT
Sarie was brought back to the waking world by a shrill note that came out of no where. She fell over from the surprise. She looked around wondering where it had came from. She stood up and spun around.
Maybe she was just hearing things? Or someones thoughts? Who would think a shrill blow of a whistle? She was going nuts thats all she already had a voice why not random sounds too. Heck lets letter read minds on top of every thing else just to bug her soon she be able to move things with out touching them soon. She sat back down at the edge of the lake. She was hoping for peace something she needed but like she could get on thing she asked for.
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Post by swampert on Dec 31, 2007 2:32:56 GMT
Brooke’s glance drifted between the young Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff to finally settle on the calming view of the lake. “Aye, I remember you, and yes Brooke is me.” She smiled a bit, then winced when it seemed too early to be moving her face that much. Her eyes watered a bit but she fought back the tears and put her attention back to Eva. That was the most Broo had ever heard her say, and it almost surprised her.
“Oh, is it a special whistle then?” She asked but before she knew it, she was clutching her ears a little and fell over. “Ay, ay, ay! You could’ve warned me first!” She said, her eye twitching in annoyance. Normally whistles weren’t that high pitched and painful, were they? Brooke didn’t even think it was legal to play something that high of a decival this close to people.
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Post by mystri on Dec 31, 2007 2:39:22 GMT
Eva grinned in apology. "Sorry. I didn't think it would be that loud." She looked around again, but no one else seemed phased. Tiri frowned slightly, her brow furrowing by the tiniest margin. "You heard this whistle, right Brooke?" She held up the whistle, then let it fall back against her.
They had heard it, but it seemed no one else had. Every other student remained at ease, talking and chatting among their friends. The whistle hadn't hurt Eva's ears at all. She thought the sound was pretty. A soft, more defined tune. Maybe that wasn't what everyone else heard then.
Eva looked back over to Brooke, new theories sparking inside her. "What did this sound like to you?" She tapped the whistle to show what she was talking about. Tiri didn't really feel like striking up a conversation with the Gryffindor near them, because of course she didn't know her. And there seemed to be something strange about her, but Eva couldn't exactly place what.
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Post by swampert on Dec 31, 2007 2:52:10 GMT
“No, dobe. I just like to fall over in pain clutching my ears for no reason.” Ah, the Slytherin in her was showing right now. Probably between being mad at her best friend and people blasting whistles in her ears, she had a reason to be angry. Raising an eyebrow, she looked apprehensively at Eva, it made Brooke feel uncomfortable and crazy if she was the only one to hear it. Looking around, she noticed the other groups of students seemed unfazed but surely if they heard what she did they would be a little concerned.
“It sounded like a muggle fire truck.. only much higher pitched. Didn’t you hear it?” She asked, hoping to get confirmation that she wasn’t crazy. Eva seemed to have heard something, but was it the same sound that she heard? Her cheek throbbed painfully to remind her it was still there even though her mind was distracted by the mysterious whistle.
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Post by mystri on Dec 31, 2007 16:24:08 GMT
Eva bit back the retort that was on the tip of her tongue. She wasn't really one to instigate fights. Her mother always told her that sarcasm was not the way to go --even though her mother used it all the time--.
"A muggle firetruck? That's not what a heard at all." She leaned back on her hands and looked up at the sky, lost in thought. What Brooke heard was a sharp, loud sound. But Eva heard a softer, more tuned sound. Now why was that?
As she mused over her ideas, she decided to inspect the inscription on the whistle. "Silence is golden, and so shall you not hear. Silent will I be, for those who do not truly know how to hear." Hear what? The birds? This was starting to get frustrating. How comethe other students couldn't hear it? Was it because they were farther away? No, that wouldn't be it, the sound would've traveled.
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Post by swampert on Dec 31, 2007 21:18:25 GMT
Brooke turned a bit to face Eva better, taking her gaze away from the sparkling waters. That wasn't what she heard at all, what could she mean. "What did you hear?" She asked, now thoroughly interested in said whistle. If it hurt some people, but not others there had to be something about it.
"Perhaps its an enchanted whistle.. with old magic?" She said, more brainstorming aloud to herself than to the hufflepuff lass. One again, she looked to the students who seemed not bothered by the shrill calls of the whistle.. except one. "Hey.. Eva, does that little Gryffindor over there look like she's looking for something? Maybe she heard it too, she is closest to us, afterall."
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Post by mystri on Jan 2, 2008 0:52:41 GMT
"Mine sounded more like a humming." Eva hummed a note, but rose it slightly in pitch. "Somewhat like that." She looked back down at the whistle, and raised a slightly quizzical brow. Had this been enchanted with old magic? Maybe she could ask a teacher.
At Brooke's suggestion, Eva nodded slightly. She stood and walked over to the Gryffindor. "Excuse me, but did you hear a noise? Something that a whistle would make?" She hated talking this much, it was starting to strain her delicate voice, hence why she barely talked, or often talked softly.
The whistle was a mystery to the ever inquisitive Eva. A puzzle that needed to be broken. Why had it been set in the tree? Why with the locket? Had someone meant for her to find it? Oh this was all getting dreadfully confusing.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jan 2, 2008 2:44:02 GMT
Sarie jumped as she had once again had been lost to the world. She heard. "Excuse me, but did you hear a noise? Something that a whistle would make?" She looked around to see a Hufflepuff she didn't know.
"Well kind of. You know the sound like when a thing goes flying by really fast it makes like a whistling noise. Why did you make it. Or does your whistle sound like that?" Sarie wasn't really in reality today. Some thing had been happening for a few weeks now. She sighed wondering how her father was doing he hadn't written in two days. She was surpised to see that. He wrote everyday. She hoped that he wasn't sick.
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Post by swampert on Jan 2, 2008 20:22:26 GMT
Brooke had gotten up and followed Eva in time to hear the Gryffindor's own description of the whistles sound. She raised her brow and looked at Eva. "I don't think the whistles' supposed to make that sound." She glanced at the gold whistle, finding that it was the oddest thing.
So far the whistle sounds like humming, fire trucks, and whiplash. Surely it couldn't make such a different noises to people. 'Why is mine painful, but for others its just an everyday noise or a pleasant sound?' Brooke put her hands on her hips and looked down on the Gryffindor, probably looking more intimidating than the meant to be. "Eva, I think you've found yourself a magic whistle, and I have to say it's pissing me off." How could a whistle be so confusing, especially to students who understand magic.
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Post by mystri on Jan 2, 2008 21:18:59 GMT
"Hmm. Well, sorry for bothering you." Eva grinned at the Gryffindor and turned to Brooke. "I'm going to go find a teacher. If anything they'll know what it is. You can come if you like." She turned and started to head back off to the building. Eva paused, and turned slightly toward Brooke.
"And sorry for ticking you off. But it seems to happen a lot." She glanced to Brooke's cheek and giggled softly before turning back around and walking away.
((Eehhh short))
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