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Post by Mozess Mirari on Jul 3, 2008 5:25:54 GMT
It felt good... no, great... no, Mozess didn't even use words like that. It felt truly wicked to be back at Hogwarts. She had almost, almost danced through the Great Hall when she had returned. everything felt new again. The walls, the lights, everything. And yet still, some things were still comfy like an old pair of boots.
As she waltzed... er, walked, down the stairs into the dungeons, it was like returning home. The ever present dripping sound of a leak, despite the house elves impeccable repair and upkeep of the school, the mold and fungus patches that were kept almost like house plants, which were ever creeping along the stonework, the fruit bowl tapestry, the almost painful lighting, and... the Slytherin Common Room. The blank stone wall in the hall of the dungeons. She breathed deeply and placed a hand on the face of the door, spoke the password, almost growling, and grinned as the entrance opened.
Prowling across the floor to her favorite couch, Mozess couldn't help thinking how much she'd missed it here. Missed everything here; the rivalries, the bickering, the drama... the adventure... the people... She leaned back and stretched out on the sofa, her hair splaying out around her head, her robes hanging haphazardly off the edge of the cushions, and she couldn't keep from thinking "Where is that feign of a Slytherin, Zach?"
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Post by Morgana Wyatt on Jul 5, 2008 15:05:03 GMT
"Get out of my way imbeciles" Morgana spat as she thrust a few younger years out of of her way. The way younger years congregated around the Dungeons thinking it was the typical slytherin thing to do was atrocious, and the numbers of them were ridiculous.
"Even though your slytherin, we don't stalk the dungeons as much as you think we do. You've been hearing too many stories from the Gryffindorks" she smirked turning around so she walked backwards down one of the corridors of the dungeons before spinning around again and continuing her trek to the dank and familiar smell of the common room.
As the corridor became darker, she knew she was nearing the common room, and the smell of mould seemed to waft up her nose and become stronger in smell. Many others hated that smell, but being at Hogwarts for so long, you became so familiar to the smell and actually enjoyed the familiarity of certain smells like it. Like the roast potatoes you could smell wafting around the main entrance out of the great hall, and the smell of the forest, so earthy and damp. It was just a matter of what you liked and disliked.
Opening up the door, an unfamiliar slytherin spread over the couch, Morgana let the door fall back into place, unsurprisingly into the face of a slytherin who had followed her down from telling them off. As she walked towards the body, she twisted and sat on the arm of it.
"It seems slytherins have a stamp on our names that claim we only ever hang around the dungeons" she said, raising her eyebrows. |
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Post by Mozess Mirari on Jul 5, 2008 15:40:18 GMT
Looking up from her lounging position, Mozess couldn't help but smirk, "So it seems, my fellow cavern-crawler." She tilted her head slightly, this girl was unfamiliar to her, despite the fact that they seemed close in age. "Although, I can't say I blame them, myself, or you for it. Sometimes it's nice to just be somewhere dark, dank, and menacing. Not to mention as far away from those Gryffindor brats as witchingly possible in this school."
She rolled her eyes as the second year finally trudged into the common room, still trying to rub the traces of grout off of his slightly swollen red nose. He glared at the two older girls, then shuffled off to the boys' dormitories. "The smaller they are, the bigger the wounded pride. It's so cute to watch them attempting to be menacing. They almost look like they could cough out a a scathing hiss if the occassion ever rose for one... but only against a Hufflepuff. Not near ready for Ravenclaw retorts yet."
She shrugged, then turned her eyes back to the girl sitting above her, "So, what's your story? Obviously a Slytherin, obviously the scathing vicious type, any dirty little secrets you'd care to impart with a fellow snake in the grass?" she asked, rolling over onto her stomach and batting her eyes like a smitten fifth year Gryffindor. "I do so enjoy a good bit of gossip between classes."
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Jul 18, 2008 6:45:59 GMT
"Personally," Zachary walked into the Common Room just after Morgana, catching the tail end of the girls' conversation and feeling a spur of excitement - one which he vehemently denied - when pinpointing one of the loud voices as Mozess. "I think I made quite the menacing second year myself," he said with his usual upturned nose.
Though, he knew Mozess would deny that immediately to most-probably bring up instances of centaurs and eyeballs ... all things of which he'd try to manually obliterate from his mind, so he knocked off her feet from the couch unceremoniously and sat down next to her. "I suspect you had no trouble with Ravenclaw retorts yourself though, Mirari, what with you very nearly being one and all." He smirked slightly, kicking her foot off his square another time. There were loads of other places to sit around the Common Room, but knowing the particular one was her favourite made sitting on it all the more satisfying.
Any chance to annoy Mozess was to be taken after all...[/color]
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Post by Mozess Mirari on Jul 26, 2008 16:36:35 GMT
Mozess grimaced as her feet were unceremonially thrust from their place on the couch... twice! "Oh, Zach..." she said, doing everything she could to keep all cheer and merriment out of her voice. "Such fear and terror was never seen through the boys' dormitories as when you were a second year," she once more lifted her feet, and let them fall across Zach's lap as she leaned back on the couch. "Although, to keep things straight, half the reason everyone was so scared of you was because of me. Remember when that half wit McNormandy tried to steal the brand new Skyburst 7 that your dad sent from his trip to Greenland? Of course you do. And do you remember how I stopped him from it?" she smirked as the color flushed and then drained from Zach's face. "Aww, but I won't go into detail about how you were tearing up until I turned Norm's hair into king snakes, he screamed like a Hufflepuff and ran away, and all the guys on your Quidditch team carried me on their shoulders around the dining hall." She sighed happily at the memory, then sobered up. "In other news, how ya been, Daniels? Missed me?"
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Jul 27, 2008 22:01:50 GMT
Zachary grimaced when Mozess' feet invaded his personal space, but he made no effort to move her. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest arrogantly, hoping to keep attention away from his flushing face.
"Oh please. What quidditch team?" He replied bitterly, expression wilting. "Of course my team was confused enough to parade you through the Great Hall; a bunch of unskilled idiots they were."
Still feeling sour about the miserable losses Slytherin faced on the quidditch pitch, Zachary leaned back haughtily in his seat. "And it's no surprise everyone's scared of you, Mirari - your feet alone sent them fleeing, I'm sure. Really, is it so much to ask you groom yourself once in a while?"
He half-heartedly pushed her feet off him, but made no real progress. As he did, his eyes secretly traveled to her face to seek out what colour her irises were as they spoke. [/color]
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Post by Mozess Mirari on Jul 28, 2008 15:39:40 GMT
A merry pink hue glittered below her lashes, "Yeah, I suppose Slytherin really didn't have much of a team back then... Your becoming captain didn't help them too much though. If memory serves, you had an entire month of midnight practices because 'You never know how long a game might last, and you need to be as good at night as you are during the day'... A good theory, I'll give you that. But all your games ended within... two, maybe three hours because all your players were exhausted and sleep deprived."
She shook her head, curls bouncing haphazardly, "Daniels, is hygiene the only thing you can pull out to even attempt a worthwhile insult? Tsk, tsk… you've lost your touch--back to your second year skills again. We'll have to work on that; maybe later today I'll take you to the advanced Herbology class and you can try a few swings at the Hufflepuffs." She let her feet be pushed off the couch and sat upright on the couch, patting Zachary on the shoulder, then punching him, "You still haven't answered my question though. Bet I can guess though…" she winked, "And it's all right now, Zach. I won't be leaving any time soon."
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Jul 29, 2008 6:40:31 GMT
"If the rest of the team had half the stamina I do, we'd never have gotten into that mess." Zachary scowled, unwilling to admit that his strategies had their flaws. He'd worked hard to salvage Slytherin's team, but ultimately, it had got him nowhere. "And if you had just let me teach you how to fly proper," he added accusingly, "You might've been the only other person on our team to not faint from a single bludger hit."
Zachary scanned Mozess' pink cheeks and lively curls for a moment before crinkling his nose. "Nevermind, you've always been way too dainty for Quidditch. And once the other team noticed your that bizarre iguana-thing your eyes do, they'd figure out ways to use it to their advantage." Zachary rubbed his shoulder absently where Mozess punched it, rolling his eyes at her comment about Hufflepuffs.
"If you did that, Mozess, those Hufflepuffs would only end up dropping the class, being so frightened of me and all," Smirking slightly, he sent the other girl a sideways glance. "And then who would be left to garden my future estate?"
He continued to ignore her comment, but finally smirked in her direction. "Not as much as you missed me, Mirari." That was the closest Zach would get to admitting anything.[/color]
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Post by Mozess Mirari on Jul 29, 2008 19:25:24 GMT
"Quidditch, schmidditch," Mozess waved her hand passively... until he insulted her very being. "DAINTY?!" she stood up and glared at Daniels, her irises pulsating to a dark red. "I'll show you dainty; DAINTY is having a fifteen galleon per-ounce bottle of HAIR GEL in your night stand. Dainty is having to have the latest Quidditch fashions as soon as they're off the line because you got a grass stains on last years jersey! DAINTY is not having to tip toe across mud because the two inch heels on your Dante Von Drakestane boots do it for you!" As she breathed it almost looked like flames should be emminating from her nostrils as she gulped in air after her seething rant. "And don't you dare call ME dainty because every time I've ever hit you it's left you a bruise that's lasted a week if not more, and we both know it would be my pleasure to give you some pretty colours in some uncomfortable places, Zachary." Using his full first name was the end to her tangent. She smoothed out her robes, took a couple of calming breaths and sat down in an emerald silk armchair across from her friend.
"In any case, I've never liked flying in the first place and Quidditch is an over-exposed sport."
"As for your estate, I'm sure there will be plenty of flouncy Beaxbaton girls, more than willing to tend your garden in return for you tending theirs," she watched as Zachary's face burned pink again, but only for a moment. 'Aww, he's learning how to control his features. How dull...' she thought with a tilt of her head. "So what do you say, care to scare up some Huffy-hussies? For old times sake? Or just to humour me since I've been so longing for your company?" sarcasm dripped off every word that rolled off her tongue, and she smirked smugly when she was finished.
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