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Post by Prudence Russo on Sept 28, 2008 19:56:59 GMT
Was there really such a thing as hostile territory in a place like Hogwarts? It was probably just her imagination running overactive as always, but it seemed that as soon as she set foot into the damp passages of the dungeons that she had gone too far. The red mark of the lion on her robes seemed like a beacon of light targeting herself as prey, and she felt like it was almost completely impossible to hide even if she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Okay, well, maybe it wasn't like that, but it sure felt that way. Paranoia wasn't a usual thing for her and she was only heading to the snake den because of a rumor she had heard about someone painting a mark on one of the walls. Curiosity, what was the phrase about it? Oh yeah, that it always killed the cat. 'Good job, Prue, you just had to think of that... lions aren't in the feline family, not right now, anyway.'
With a slight shudder, she quickened her steps toward the area she was told about, only to stop suddenly and purse her lips curiously. Surely she hadn't heard that? The noise sounded like the hiss of snakes, but she figured it was just her imagination and continued on. That is, until she passed a turnoff and heard the noise again. "Wait..." She said aloud to herself, using her own voice as a bit of a comforting sound. It didn't sound like snakes, that was her imagination, but it did sound like whispering. "Oh god, I think I've seen enough muggle horror movies to know I shouldn't go down there." She said with a small smirk, though like the stupid people in the movie, she went in anyway. It was a corridor filled with portraits of old heads of Slytherin families, she remembered one of her brothers telling her a story about how he'd defiled one with a mustache before. Probably Ryan, that fit the bill to him.
Even still, it gave her a creepy feeling to walk here. Sure felt like eyes were following her, and knowing that the portraits were alive, they probably were. Feeling this a mistake, she turned around rather quickly and their whispers seemed to get louder. Prue didn't exactly want to know what they were saying, and knew it probably included an old English version of 'Gryffindork'. A certain portrait caught her eye and she glanced over the name, finding it to be a nearly hundred year old Malfoy and she just rolled her eyes. Obviously it was a gesture that was noticed by the sitter as they audibly hissed at her before slamming fists against the glass of their portrait. "Oh good lord!" She squealed in a high pitch, catching their eyes for a second as they screamed something at her before she bolted.
Nearly out of the corridor, much to the amusement of the portraits as she could hear their snickers, she managed to find one of the few loose stones in the castle and get her toe caught on it. Losing her already poor sense of balance, Prue flung her hands out to catch herself as she skidded to a stop on her knees. Probably quite an odd site for anyone walking down the corridor, to see her just nearly fly past the corner. "Well, I'm just having a fan-freaking-tastic day." She grumbled, balling her hands into a fist as she sat back up.
[note: You can go wherever you want with this thread... (: ]
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Post by Dean Hogarth on Sept 29, 2008 14:56:48 GMT
Out of everyone that Professor Vaid had to pick to go to the deepest of the potions store cupboard the Hufflepuff would never know. Dean was not the brave sort, which was why he was in the yellow house and not in the red, but also the poor lad scared far too easily. The only reason he had agreed so keenly was because the potions mater had muttered something about Professor Owen and if you ever wanted to get Dean to do something then that was the thing to do!
So there he was, standing in the middle of one of the many dark and damp corridors in the castles dungeons, with a trembling arm he held his wand out in front of him while his other one clung tightly onto a jar of Grindylow teeth. The little green fangs bobbed around in the watery mixture inside the jar and the occasional ding of them hitting the sides of the glass jar made Dean jump. But the arguably musical tones of the jar did not make the Hufflepuff jump half as much as the sound of a scream echoed down the corridor.
Swallowing hard Dean forced himself to continue on down through the dungeons, he quickly moved his wand from side to side letting the light extruding from the end cover as much space as possible just to make sure that nothing was going to jump out of the shadows and eat him. However his wand light did not land on a hideous monster that was going to eat him for a snack but instead there was a Gryffindor on the floor. Quickly lowering his wand light so he did not blind the girl Dean just stood there are stared at her, his ears starting to burn slightly red in embarrassment as he began to stutter out what was meant to be a question.
“Are…y-y-you…er…can I…hmmm…wh-what are you doing on the floor?”
His voice went a little too high pitched at the end of the question for Dean’s own liking and with a small cough he nervously rubbed the back of his neck hoping that this Gryffindor was not going to be as like others he had met before…as that would truly be worse then a monster lurking in the shadows.
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Post by Prudence Russo on Oct 3, 2008 0:14:53 GMT
Just the snide snickers of the paintings far behind her caused her cheeks to redden in shame. Her typical attitude towards anything embarrassing was to put on a smile and hide away her true feelings, since they would only bring other people down. But with her being by herself at the moment, she just clenched her jaw in frustration. "Stupid girl, you just had to go into the snake den.." She grumbled, scolding herself in place of one of her numerous siblings. Prue stretched out her legs and brushed off some of the dirt, not exactly in a hurry to get out of here and head back to the common room.
Her eyes had just glanced over the knees in her jeans to see that they had sustained some damage in her fall when she started to hear soft footfalls in the corridor. And they sounded close. 'Shoot, should have noticed that earlier.' She thought with her cheeks reddening again as she thought there was a high possibility that it was a Slytherin that had come to crumble her pride into dust. Not sure what to do, an overwhelming wish to sink into the floor and disappear overcame her. She didn't want someone to see her sitting on the floor for no apparent reason, or have to explain how she got into the predicament. Especially not to some dumb snake who she'd rather kick in the shins and run.
As they steps came to a stop, she turned her head away childishly, letting her hair fall in between her line of vision of them and subsequently hide her own face and her vibrant cheeks. As they started to speak, in a stuttering voice that sounded oddly familiar, she couldn't help but smile at their attempt to string a million questions into one. Was it a prefect? They didn't sound like a Slytherin, which gave her the confidence to turn her head towards them. "Erm... well, you see... I was looking for," Prue paused, trying to find a plausible excuse. "A quill that I dropped on my way to potions earlier." The only problem with items excuses were that most people liked to help you on this wild goose chase. Grabbing the nearest pebble, she hastily shoved it into her pocket. "Oh, there it is! Guess I ought to be off now."
But suddenly the familiarity of his voice as she got a better look at the boy. Of course, he was a little hard to mistake for someone else. "...Woah, woah, wait a minute... Dean? What are you doing down here?" She said, cheering up a bit at the thought of it not being someone who would willingly break her spirit. "This isn't a place I'd expect to run into you, much less any Hufflepuffs, except for Vaid of course." Ah, typical Prue, rambling to herself even when talking directly to someone.
[ Sorry for being so inexcusably late on this post. No writing muse this week.
+ Didn't know if they should know each other or not,
if they don't, they probably have classes together. ] |
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Post by Dean Hogarth on Oct 7, 2008 13:16:47 GMT
Dean looked down at the girl finding it hard to hide the look of confusion that was filling face. Being the silent type Dean had developed a rather good habit of listening to other people and particularly he loved listening to people’s excuses. Although well rehearsed ones were always the most creative and interesting there was something about reasons that were made up on the spot that made Dean smile, it might have been that in some twisted way he liked seeing people panic and stutter as much as he did. However this slight cruel streak in the Hufflepuff did not last long as before long he was starting to worry about the fact he was going to have to offer to help her up off the floor, no decent person would just abandon someone on the floor.
Dean quickly wiped his slightly sweating palms on his trouser leg when the Gryffindor seemed to recognise him taken a back slightly by the out burst his arms became fixed to his sides and as he looked through the darkness trying to make out the features of the girl. As he strained his eyes to adjust he was slowly able to pick out features and the face became rather familiar…she was kind of hard to forget. Prue and Dean shared many of the same classes and she was always one of those people that he noticed even if they spoke very little to one another.
“I…er…well…Professor Vaid asked me to get something from the stores.” He held out the jar of green teeth just to prove his point, she did have a point though, there would be no other way you would get Dean down in this part of the castle without a good reason. “I am gl…glad you have found your quill erm…can I help you up?”
He offered her a rather nervous smile and with his free hand (he had put his wand back inside his pocket) he held it out in the direction of Prue ready to give her a tug back to her feet.
(Do not worry about it, I loved the post. I am sorry mine took a while and is rather lame.)
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Post by Prudence Russo on Oct 12, 2008 19:52:24 GMT
Honestly Prue was just too ridiculous at times. What sort of person was so utterly dedicated to their quill that they'd go back and check the halls for it, even if they did find it there was little hope for it to have been able to survive the foot traffic in once piece and the poor little tip would be shattered. Maybe if she had said wand, it would have been more plausible but it was too late for that now, and obvious that he didn't really believe a word of it. 'Oh well, it's not like he would believe me about the portraits talking... never mind, what am I on about? All portraits talk.' She mused, the idea putting a small smile on her face after her embarrassment about being caught. Perhaps it wasn't too unusual of a situation, it's not like she was being chased down by suits of armor like most of the people lately.
Prue lifted a brow lightly as he pointed out his task, despite herself, she couldn't help thinking that of course Vaid would send a Hufflepuff to do his bidding and probably give him fifty points for his efforts. Shaking her head to try and clear the spiteful thoughts of house rivalries, she just nodded with a smile. "Aren't you a helpful little sport?" She said with a light laugh before dropping the subject. You probably couldn't pay Prue to go fetch something in the dark, dank, and evil portion of the school. She was too rainbows and sunshine and it just wasn't a mixture that would go down well. Even now she was slightly terrified to know that she was in the Slytherin turf, since there was still a chance for her to run into Daine. Good heavens, shudder at the thought!
Her lips pursed slightly as he offered to help her up, and she knew she couldn't exactly refuse. But in all honesty she was rather comfy on the floor and at least this way her knees wouldn't be trembling as she walked away from the odd corridor. But regardless, she reached up and grasped his hand to pulled herself back up in and awkward hopping motion. Just as soon as she steadied herself, she swore she heard an odd sound down the corridor again, this time it sounded like something rough scraping against the cobblestones. 'Oh god, not again' She thought before turning to glance towards Dean in case there was a chance that he'd heard it too. She would definitely not go down there again, Gryffindor or not!
Well.. maybe. But just as she was going to recognize the familiarity of the sound, it switched to a sound of clicking footsteps coming towards them and the portraits murmurings started up again, this time they were angry hisses of 'disgusting half breed'.
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Post by Dean Hogarth on Nov 7, 2008 11:42:53 GMT
If Dean was to be put into a story he would be what was known as an unconventional hero, and the world hero being used in the lack of another on being suitable. He was what many would call a traditional Hufflepuff, he was nervous, stuttered, clumsy, not the sharpest tool in the box and most importantly he was determined to see the best in everyone he met…which more often then not had left him in a few awkward situations.
So as he tugged Prue to her feet in his own little world of lush green grass, crystal blue skies and white fluffy clouds he felt like a brave knight helping his damsel in distress. However unlike a the noble knight of old that were portrayed so often in muggle stories, he did not elegantly bend down and plant a kiss on her hand, no indeed not, in a fluster Dean quickly retracted his hand absolutely petrified about holding onto it for longer then what was deemed necessary and appropriate.
Dean was about to head off hack down the dark corridor to the potions classroom to give Professor Vaid the jar of Grindylow teeth when he noticed that Prue was not moving. With a look of slight concern Dean was about to turn around to ask what was wrong when his ears detected a faint sound of movement behind them. “Th-that does n-not sound n-normal” The corridor then seemed to fill with the sound of hissing and if it was not so dark you would have seen the colour drain from the Hufflepuff’s face as he gave a slight whimper. Noise coming from the darkness was Dean’s idea of a nightmare and the added fear of it being a pack of Slytherin’s ready to throw him from the Astronomy Tower made the poor boy freeze on the spot. Some brave knight he was.
(Oh yes you wait almost a month for that…I am so sorry!)
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