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Post by Molly Fawner on Oct 26, 2008 16:53:26 GMT
Something didn't feel right. Now she wasn't going to go running around telling people she had a bad feeling; she wasn't extremely intuitive like that and often had no idea when something highly unorthodox was going to hit. Everyone was having bad feelings this past month, this particular one made no difference. Time was ticking on cherished friendships and Molly had seen more than a few girls walking around with thick chunks of hair missing from their scalps. She could only blame it on catfights, and having witnessed more than a few herself through the corridors, must be true. Heck, the Gryffindor had just passed one between a very angry Slytherin yelling at Katya Ilychovich. The girl was so quiet it was a wonder she had done something to tick him off, and she had it in her right mind to step in and help, but the harsh droll of her hangover pushed her away from the squabbling Snake. Pressing her small fingers to her temples Molly groaned quietly, knowing that the next day she'd feel more than ashamed. She'd feel downright humiliated that she slipped up again. She had been doing fine up until last month..
Stumbling over a fallen portrait and shuddering on her feet the Gryffindor paused in her walk--with the grace of a drunken hippo, one might add--and glanced up, eyes tight but wide at the strange atmosphere of this corridor. There didn't seem to be anyone else in it.. Nice and dark, too. "Oh thank you." Molly murmured, gently rubbing her head again before setting off into the silent gloom. Her own footsteps echoed without companion against the harsh stone floor, and she paused to stare at a lone picture on the wall, wondering with overwhelming curiosity why it was just sitting there by itself. Her back was turned to where she had come from, oblivious to the faint cackling of a Slytherin madwoman as she performed dastardly deeds with a quill and a bucket of glue.
A peculiar scent struck the air, one so thick that she could tell what it was even without the use of powers, like so many people did at the school. It smelt like.. "Glue?"[/color]
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Post by Harrison Greg on Nov 11, 2008 14:12:03 GMT
With a small flick of the head his fringe moved out of his eyes allowing the ice blue eyes of Harrison Greg to survey the corridor around him. His adoring groupies where thankfully no where to be seen (most likely chasing Blake across the castle grounds) which did thankfully mean that he could strut his stuff down the corridors without having to worry about being mobbed. He could not quite understand what had been going on recently, first of all the castle was acting strange and then people had been acting differently. He had noticed it most with his female follows, the silent ones were being more rowdy and confident and the normal forward ones has taken to blushing in the background…very strange.
It was these thoughts that were occupying the Gryffindors mind as he wondered down the sixth floor corridor. He thought it would take the scenic route back to the commonroom however when he reached on particular stretch of corridor he was taken completely by surprise at how dark it was. Automatically his hand moved up to take off his pair of non existent sunglasses, clearly the torches were out. “Strange.” He muttered to himself as he steady his nerves and entered the darkness.
It was not like anything was going to happen, this was Hogwarts for Merlin’s shake! They were safe, no monsters were going to jump out of the darkness and mess up his hair and dirty his clothes, it would be fine. There was however a strange smell, very powerful and it was making him slightly dizzy, as he continued to walk down the corridor Harrison took some action to make sure nothing was behind him…and that was when he hit something!
"What the fu--"
(I am sooooooooooooooooooo sorry this took so long to get up! *hangs head in shame*)
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Post by Molly Fawner on Nov 17, 2008 19:56:31 GMT
Clearly he had not inspected what was behind him well enough, and in that very moment slammed backs against Molly Fawner. Grunting softly at the unexpected gesture she staggered, feeling him stagger with her, and soon they were falling. The result of which was their backs were, alas, still together, and his face was pressed against the grime of the floor. "Oh, man, I'm sorry." She tried to clamber off of him to help them both up but in that moment found she couldn't. "What the.." She murmured, tugging and jerking but slamming back to her original position. "I think somethings wrong." She laughed, trying to roll and adjust them so he wasn't bearing the brunt of her weight, and his face wasn't tasting the brunt of the floor. "Right, so.. Do you have some strange fascination with gluing the back of your shirt and hurling yourself against poor, unsuspecting girls?" Molly wondered aloud, laughing slightly. "I'm not dissing your hobby or anything, but thats not exactly how one usually asks girls out on a date." Ever, for that matter.
"Kay, link arms with me, then push your back against mine. We'll try and get up that way." Looping her arms through his--he really didn't have a choice or say in the matter--the Gryffindor pressed her back against his, wriggling until she hoisted herself up on her knees. From there she could stand quickly, assuming he had done the same. If he hadn't gotten on his knees and hadn't tried to stand, well, she'd just topple back over again. She wasn't superwoman! She couldn't lift a guy up like this.
Blowing a thick chunk of hair out of her face and wishing she could tuck it inside her red hat, Molly shifted again, really hoping he was also trying to make something productive of this. Well this is highly unorthodox.[/color]
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Post by Harrison Greg on Jan 24, 2009 15:30:59 GMT
A thud, a grunt, loss of balance and the stone floor of the corridor was getting alarmingly close. “Oh fu—“ Once again Harrison did not get to finish his sentence as his left check had made very painful contact with the cold floor and the wind had been knocked out of him with the added weight of another person lying on top of him. Blinking a few times Harrison tried to regain his senses as he heard someone, a girl by the sounds of it, mutter out an apology and she soon started to wiggle around on top of him for some reason. “Look can you just get off me instead of wiggling?” Harri stated rather bluntly his good mood all but gone as he worried about how the grim of the floor would be affecting his clean clothes.
The problem was that the girl did not get off him, instead she decided to make up some story about there being a problem and then with more struggling he was soon pulled over onto his side, still not seeing his attacker at all. “WHAT!” Now the Gryffindor really could not believe what he was hearing. “Don’t you know what glue does to a t-shirt? It would ruin it completely and the added accessory of a girl strapped to you back is never a good look.” Then it slowly dawned on him what she was going on about…they were stuck together.
With wide eyes panic slowly started to set in however it seemed that this girl had a plan and before Harrison could even protest about linking arms with a random person she had already looped her arms through his and it was too late. “Fine then, on the count of three. One…Two…Three!” With another groan Harrison started to wiggle his way up onto his knees and then from there it was easy to stand up onto his feet. The girl also seemed to have managed it as well as so there they stood, two people stuck back to back in the middle of a dark corridor, someone really had a sick sense of humour.
Harrison tried to look over his shoulder but only saw a load of brown hair which did not help in the answer of ’who am I stuck too’. “Who do I have the pleasure of being stuck to anyway?” He enquired seeing as asking the question straight off was normally the best way to get answers in this place.
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Post by Molly Fawner on Jan 27, 2009 0:29:05 GMT
“Who do I have the pleasure of being stuck to anyway?”
"Why, its Erys Grace. I thought you knew that." Allowing the reply to set in for a few seconds, her face broke into a grin, and she caved. The Snake was much taller than her anyway. "Kidding. Molly Fawner. And who are you?" It wasn't in her best interest to pry the pair apart--that would only shred her clothes, and she hated ruining things. Plus her shirt would be in tatters, and though she assumed he was a respectable lad, she'd rather not stand around wearing barely nothing but undergarments up there. Wasn't a very ladylike thing to do, after all. At this thought Molly laughed out loud, shaking her head slightly. "So which one of us was wearing the glue?" She asked him, trying to bide more time so she could come up with some sort of plan. So far she hadn't much luck, though, and the only thing that was flashing in her head was an image of who she was stuck to, that is if the name he provided could be matched to someone she'd seen before. If it was someone in her own house it shouldn't be a problem.
Scrunching her face up in thought Molly tossed another dark lock of hair from her eyes, finally voicing the question they were both pondering: "So what do we do now?" This was either some serious super-glue, or some sort of spell. Either or, didn't matter, the person who put it there was all sorts of jerk. The sound of shifting rocks, bricks maybe, briefly tugged at her attention, but Molly was moreso concerned as to what they were planning on doing to get out of this situation. Neither person wanted to remove their clothes, that was for sure. Maybe they could shuffle their way back down the hall and find someone to help? But that could take so much time, and she wasn't very graceful.. Wouldn't do them any good to have her falling left right and center.[/color] |
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Post by Harrison Greg on Jan 31, 2009 20:29:14 GMT
At the first mention of that particular Slytherin’s name Harrison let out a small groan, out of everyone in the entire school she would be the worst person to be stuck back to back with. But this person, Molly she called herself soon admitted the truth and in all honesty he was still clueless to whom the hell she was. He had a niggling feeling that there was a Molly someone in Gryffindor the year bellow him but was it Fawner or Fuller. She then asked who he was and this took him by surprise at first, but then she could not see his face so he guessed he would have to let her off.
“Well my dear Molly I am Harrison Greg, seventh year Gryffindor and that many a young female who reside in the castle have a crush on.” Who was to say you could not boost your own ego? It was something that Harri often did as he looked at himself in the mirror every morning and as she strut into the commonroom the small group of swooning girls just emphasised that point.
“Glue is not a fashion accessory I normally use sorry sweetheart.” He tried in vain to sort himself out and at least try to look slightly more respectable then he currently was looking now but then when you were stuck to the back of someone, your clothes being pulled at all sorts of angles it was a rather hard effect to try and achieve. “And I am guessing seeing as this is as much as a surprise to you as it is to me we are currently the butt end of a very ill humoured joke.” But it would not be the end of the joke, oh no as once his fellow Gryffindor asked for a game plan Harrison became suddenly aware that ground that was beneath them was no longer beneath them. The bricks in the walls around them started to move and a very cold sensation of the cold outside world hit his face like he had been slapped.
Unable to do anything to prevent it Harrison and his passenger Miss Molly soon found them selves on the roof of Hogwarts castle, previously close to the edge and a rather long drop. Harrison could only be thankful that Molly could not see the look of dread on his face and how all the colour had drained from his features leaving him look as pale as the dead. “Well I don’t know about you but I just want to get off this friggen roof!”
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