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Post by michael123 on Dec 5, 2007 14:00:22 GMT
Mike often came into the forest to find ingredients for the Wolfsbane potion. He knew he had students who had to undergo the transformation at every full moon, and though he loathed many of them, mainly because of their house status, he hated wolves even more so he would happily help their transformation go easier. He knew the potion does not cure Lycanthrophy, but it does help them keep their minds during the transformation that way they wont hurt anyone who comes near them.
Walking over the brambles, through the bushes and over tree roots, edging closer to where he was going, his wand held high as his light fell over the floor. He heard someone near by, raising his wand as he turned and walked into the direction of where it was. He wondered which little rule breaker was out tonight.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Dec 6, 2007 0:02:24 GMT
Sarie was reading a letter. She fell asleep she didn't know what was happening. She felt a breeze and she shivered. She really couldn't figure out why her bed was so cold. Maybe she fell asleep in the common room and the fire went out? When she opened her eyes she yelled in annoyance she hated this. She looked around the forest floor for a trail why did she do this?
She heard rustle of the leaves in the trees. If she ran into a teacher she was dead but she couldn't change that. She didn't know which way she had come. What if she went missing would the teachers noticed with all the students?
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Post by Newton Biggs on Dec 11, 2007 3:57:40 GMT
'An interesting place to be napping, isn't it?' Newton asked. He was crouched by a little girl that seemed too small be older then thirteen. The crescent moon hung high in the sky sending eerie shadows across Biggs's haggard face. His smile was big but might have, to the small girl, looked menacingly like a scowl. Newton's knees protested the position of strain they had been put under so he straightened.
'Now, let's have ya name, little one.' Newton said, looking down at the small girl. 'The forests no place for little girls, least of all this one. You've heard the stories and not many of em are to keep little noses out. They're mostly true.' Newton held out a hand for the girl to take and smiled as kindly as his face would allow. 'Come on, I don't bite, let's have yer name, little one.'
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Dec 11, 2007 6:28:11 GMT
Sarie looked at the man that had appeared. "I'm Sarie Thimble. Who are you?" She was ready to take off if she needed to. She felt the wind rustle her hair and it blew the dead leaves of the tree.
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Post by Newton Biggs on Dec 11, 2007 12:30:23 GMT
Newton grimaced down at the girl. She looked like a feisty young thing, spoke like one too. 'You know, Sarie,' Newton began, as though he were about to tell her a story of enchanted talking unicorns and flying gnomes, 'you'd be in a great amount of trouble if a teacher found you. Even more I'd wager if something worse found ya, like a Clauricorn or such. Though from what I remember about school some teachers could be a whole lot scarier then any Chimerea or Clauricorn.'
Newton rubbed his hand over his stubble thoughtfully, looking around and assessing his options. He had a purpose for being in the forest that night but a hapless girl needed to be escorted back to the castle, lest he have it on his conscience that he let her get hurt. She had asked him for his name, he had heard, but didn't feel it necessary to give his. Necessity would deem what this girl needed to know and who he was was not something necessity required. Looking back to the girl, Newton noticed she looked frightened.
'I'm not going to hurt you, child,' he said, looking down on her semi-startled face, 'there are people in this world that will help someone for nothing, despite what the Ministry's been drilling into your head at that school. Come along then, I'll take you back to the school.' My business can wait. 'Come along,' he insisted, 'castle's this way.' He inclined his head up the hill that rose from his feet upward. He held out his hand for her to take, uncertain if she was too old for it but it would make him feel better.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Dec 11, 2007 16:59:33 GMT
Sarie was shocked she never thought some one would so kind to her if she lost. Every time she was lost she had gotten scolded or not even looked for. "Thank you. What was your name again." She looked around what if she had run into one of those things.
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Post by Newton Biggs on Dec 12, 2007 20:06:52 GMT
The breeze was at their backs now, as Newton stretched his long legs to step over fallen logs and over hovels. 'Watch your step, now,' Newton said, still avoiding the question of his name. He was contemplating giving a false one as he was unlikely to see this child again and even if he did she would not recognise him as the night was dark and light, sketchy.
'Tell me,' Newton said after a moment's silence, 'what were you doing all by your lonesome in this forest at this time of night?' He inclined his head towards her with a wicked grin. A twig snapped somewhere close by and Newton froze mid stride. He held out a hand to stop the small Thimble girl. 'Stop here a moment,' he growled gruffly. She looked around slowly, staring from dark to darker night.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Dec 12, 2007 22:35:41 GMT
Sarie blushed. "it wasn't planed I can tell you that. I seem to have an issue with sleep walking lately and I really don't know why." She was stopped by the man holding out his hand. "I have a question every is rating about the Ministry what is going on? I worried." She looked around listening to the sleepy forest.
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Post by Newton Biggs on Dec 12, 2007 23:42:17 GMT
'Shhh,' Newton hissed as the girl persisted on talking. He ignored her and continued to search through the growing dark. He couldn't see anything but he could feel something was there, the hairs standing on end on the back of his neck gave it away. But nothing leapt out at them, nothing lunged at his throat and nothing had moved. Newton calmed himself but did not let his guard down any more.
He took the girls hand, pulled her along again as his strides were much bigger then hers. 'The Ministry, you say, ay?' Newton said, ducking below a low hanging branch that had been too heavy to lift. 'Well, it's nothing for you to worry about, little one. It'll all sort itself out, you'll see. Just give it time. The rumours will never stop, with people in power rumours will always exist, whether true or no. All you have to do is sift through it all and choose the true ones for yourself from the false ones.'
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Dec 12, 2007 23:54:57 GMT
Sarie sighed knowing it was true. "I wish life was easier. You never tell me your name." She had realized this for the first time since they started walking. She was thinking. "I know I'm to young to understand but the rogues and Ministry are using the school as a playground. What happens if a student is caught in the cross fire. That's what I'm worried about." She looked around. "You noticed some thing earlier do you know what it was. I hope it wasn't a dementor I hate those she was thinking about the last time she had met one. She shivered at the thought of it.
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Post by Newton Biggs on Dec 18, 2007 1:14:19 GMT
Newton grimaced as the small Thimble girl enquired about what he had heard. 'It's no dementor,' he said scanning to forest again. 'No feet to crack twigs.' The statement sounded a little more ironic then he had intended but the message came across well enough. 'It might be a man, not more then six foot by the sound of it. He's not interested in us so we're fine for now.'
Low branches swept his back as he ducked below them. He looked back at the girl. 'You needn't worry your little head bout such stuff,' Biggs said in his grizzly voice. 'There are those who want to protect those who cannot defend themselves against those who squabble over power. I can assure you that if there was such a fight to be had it would not come within ten leagues of the castle so there is nothing to fear.'
This little girl did not understand the ways of the world and he did not want anyone so young to do so. 'Do not wish to grow up so fast,' Newton advised, 'for one that does misses out on the best things in life: youth.' Newton had learnt that the hard way but tried to not dwell on it. There were far better things to worry about in his life.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Dec 21, 2007 2:02:26 GMT
Sarie sighed at the man's last words. He didn't know what her home life was like. It may not be as bad as Ash's but it could change a person. She was used to being spoken to cruelly not so kind and soft expert her parents. The rest of her family didn't care for it one bit. She wasn't used to protection which was her found here so often. Maybe she wasn't wise in a way any one else was but she knew life was full of surprises both good and bad. The man thought she was foolish for thinking it was a demetor but she had seen them before and she didn't want to meet them again. Though she had a way to get away. That didn't mean the person that was with her did. She never worried about herself a habit she couldn't kick and habit Naruto didn't like, but that's just how she is.
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