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Post by Prof. Hansel Hanzel on Oct 25, 2007 22:59:51 GMT
Hansel stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. His hands were buried deep in his coat pockets, a long woollen scarf wrapped tightly around the lower half of his face. It was early December and the moon was out full, shedding shafts of opaque silvery light onto the forest floor, dried leaves rustling against one another as the wind sighed. It had been years since Hansel had stood here, but it seemed constant use of this small patch of ground by students had left several trails worn between the trees where they had ventured in and out, a pair of red mittens dangling from a low branch as if someone had put them there in waiting. It was so cold inside those woods that gloves didn’t matter at all.
A memory stirred from the back of Hansel’s mind. Before him materialised his younger self; Seth Roberts and Isaac Houghton standing either side of him with dirty sneers on their faces. They shared a look at Hansel’s expense before Seth placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him forward, telling him not to come out until morning. Stupidly Hansel had obeyed.
With bitter disgust he dismissed the memory before the rest could be recalled.
You were such a silly little boy! Hansel scolded himself, the tendons in his neck stretching. Why did you never learn how to defend yourself sooner? You were alone long before you left Hogwarts. Hansel’s gaze grew glassy and he stood still for a long time, staring at the crooked dead trees in sad nostalgia.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Oct 26, 2007 13:00:51 GMT
Sarie woudered around the grounds. You really tell it was her with all her winter gear on. A thick scraf around her neck. She shivered. The dead leaves was chruching under her feet. She looked around she loved the sight of the full moon. She noticed a stanger at the edge of the forest. She woundered who would be standing there just standing there. She walked up behind the stanger. "Um ello are you lost?"
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Post by Prof. Hansel Hanzel on Oct 28, 2007 8:58:53 GMT
Hansel reeled as a small voice materialised out of nowhere, sending his skin crawling. ‘Confound it, girl!’ He bellowed, spinning around to face a tiny Gryffindor girl who was staring up at him with big, curious eyes, her long House scarf trailing the ground behind her. ‘Lost? Lost! How in Merlin’s name could anyone be lost when that school is lit up like a beacon all night for all in sundry to see? I’m surprised Durmstrang haven’t launched their attack yet, it’s so glaring obvious! So no, I am not “lost” as you put it, my dear, just hoping to have a quiet moment to myself, but it seems that has always been out of the question in this place!’ His arms swept the air dramatically as he shouted, several branches groaning as affronted owls took flight.
Hansel breathed out of his nose heavily. The little girl looked up at him like a fawn caught in front of a stage coach, and he immediately felt guilty that he had taken his fright out on her. Until he remembered he was a teacher, of course. Running a hand through his greasy hair, Hansel bit the inside of his cheek, trying to muster some civility. ‘Well never mind about me, girl – what about you? You’re what, seven years old? You shouldn’t be near the Forbidden Forest at all, let alone at midnight in the dead of winter. Don’t you know there are abominable snowmen everywhere?’ Hansel’s voice grew meek and his eyes swivelled about frantically, scrutinizing the black hills.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Oct 28, 2007 14:00:36 GMT
Sarie sighed. "I'm not seven, I'm 12. I hate being some for my age. If I surprise you I'm sorry, I hadn't seen you before." She felt scared. She really was to adventurers for her own good. She sighed then looked at the forest. "Have bad memories of it? You where standing where for while.
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Post by Prof. Hansel Hanzel on Oct 28, 2007 22:02:53 GMT
‘The audacity!’ Hansel huffed indignantly, drawing himself up. ‘I think it’s absolutely none of your business what I was speculating, young lady! Why, for all you know I was out looking for troublemakers and escape artists – and it appears I’ve found one! I wouldn’t have expected a second year to be so foolish as to come out this late at night, and introduce themselves to a professor of all people. But what, my dear, would have happened if I hadn't been a professor, hmm? By your age you should know not to talk to strangers!' He glowered down at her furiously and tugged on the front of his robes, irritated.
The girl’s expression was growing more and more upset as he spoke, but Hansel was now too provoked to calm himself. He had scarcely met another soul since being here, but thus far they had been unbelievable – a brutish Charms professor drunk in the staffroom, and now a wayward Gryffindor second year? Typical! ‘So this was what Hogwarts has come to, students wandering around at night without fear of redemption? Well I’ll see to that, I assure you!’ Hansel said in an angry whisper, half talking to himself. ‘I’ll get this pigsty back into shape. You –‘ He pointed one long finger in the girl’s chest. ‘Who are you? Whatever your name is, you’ve just lost ten points for Gryffindor!’
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Oct 29, 2007 23:30:09 GMT
Sarie had seen it coming. She had just saw a man what looked to be lost. She hadn't seen him before. She didn't want to lose any more points so she left him to what ever he was doing. She rather not get into his head if she could help it. Why was he so grouchy any way?
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