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Post by Harrison Greg on Oct 13, 2008 11:45:17 GMT
You would have to be blind to have failed to notice the craziness that had been going on at Hogwarts at the moment, and Harrison Greg was not blind, in fact he had perfect cool blue eyes that he had heard many a female student call ‘dreamy’. And it was these dreamy cool blue eyes that were visible for once and not hidden behind tinted brown glass of his design made muggle sunglasses. If you were to look close enough you would be able to see the glint in the Gryffindors eye, the little look of mischief that would be rather disturbing, especially if you knew the thoughts that were running through Mr Greg’s mind at that very moment.
“Come on Blake.” Harrisons voice echoed around the empty classroom. His best friend was currently behind a cloth screen, making a rather lot of noise, it sounded like lots of tin cans rattling around in a box which arguably is a very strange thing to hear but not for Harrison…he had made just as much noise when he put his costume on. Nervously passing the helmet from one hand to the other, the long red feather that was plumed from the top tickled the boys nose forcing him to pull a face a lot like a toddler who had just tasted something not very nice at all! This small lapse in his cool composure did not last long and Harrison started to walk forwards, the joints of the suit creaking with use…there truly would be not be bale to the stealthy in these.
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Post by Blake Adams on Oct 13, 2008 13:06:16 GMT
Bending down to pick up the wrist guards with the armour, the pieces of metal clinked together around his joints. It did not half make a racket, but it would be all worth it to see the faces of the individuals the actions affected. A small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Then an all too recognisable voice came from the other side of the cloth screen, behind which he was hidden. “I’ll be there in my own time thank you very much missy!” Blake retorted, “Something this good takes time, but you of course would not know this!” He chuckled slipping on his wrist guards and picking up his helm off the floor. Blake then moved out from behind the screen towards a desk. Though he had not accounted for the added weight and length of the metal boots, clipping his toes on the edge of the metal legs which held the screen in place, he began to fall forwards, and was at this moment very glad that he could not see Harri’s expression. Falling forward, he attempted to move into a roll, which was a hell of a lot harder in armour! But he just about managed it without toppling backwards. Another sound of metal clattering filled the room, though grinning foolishly he looked towards his friend and shouted “Ta da!” and he coughed in order to mock himself. Before he continued with a small grin “I think I pulled that off quite well...Don’t you!” And getting to his feet he checked the armour for dents. There was no real damage done only a few blemishes on the knees.
Blake retrieved his helmet off the floor, straightening the plume once again. And placing it on his head, he lifted up the visor. “What ho, my dear fellow! To the corridor!” he declared joyfully and skipping toward the door, he hummed the cavalry charge tune, his armour clinking with each movement.
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Post by Harrison Greg on Oct 14, 2008 14:02:11 GMT
Blake always had a way of being to elegant and so too see his friend in a suit of armour fall forwards but some how, Harrison guessed it was by pure fluke, Blake managed to drop it into a forward role and end up pulling off a stunt that was pretty impressive. As his fellow Gryffindor gave a small ‘ta da’ Harrison gave Blake what could only be called an attempted of a round of applause, the problem is when you have metal gloves on it sounds more like a five year old banging sauce pan lids together.
“Bravo, I say bravo indeed.” The posh British did not come off as well as Harrison had truly wanted mainly because he was finding it rather hard to keep back the laughter. There was something about seeing Blake in a suit of armour that tickled him greatly, it might have been the irony that over the years they had always called themselves ‘The Knights in Shinning Armour’ and now…they truly were.
“Of course my good sir!” He gave his fellow knight a small bow and he to place the helmet upon his head. Straight away the sounds around him became muffled and he gained tunnel vision. Harrison thought he heard Blake mention something but he was not quite sure what. “WHAT?!” Harrison shouted, although a little to loudly as his own voice echoed around the inside of the helmet making his eardrums hurt. He would learn not to do that again.
Through the grill over his visor he saw the shape of Blake move off towards the door and like a good knight he followed his comrade into battle, galloping on his imaginary horse and out into the corridors of Hogwarts. The entrance was not as spectacular as he hoped, mainly because no one else was actually in the corridor at that moment in time, with a small hum Harrison turned his head 90 degrees to look at Blake and he flicked up his visor.
“What now my good sir?”
(Oh lord, sorry Imi this post was mega lame!)
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Post by Blake Adams on Oct 15, 2008 21:48:00 GMT
Raising a quizzical eyebrow at Harri’s accent, Blake had been about to bow and thank Harri and inform him that he was here til Tuesday, when he noticed it slip. However now he was unsure how Harri could fail their trademark posh accent, even when laughing it had to remain just to keep the momentum of their nonsense flowing, and yet he was let down and their mischief of the day had not even began! Well other than getting the suits of armour in the first place of course, but that was child’s play.
“By jove Mr Greg, how dare you fail at such a feat! Hang your head in shame this moment!!” Blake uttered with a slight tone of disappointment prominent in his tone. A smile threatened to break his stony expression, which would not have been good; however he just pursed his lips in a vain attempt to hide the fact.
Blake emerged out from the doorway closely followed by his fellow Knight, coming to a halt the armour clinked once again. There was no other soul present or at least not that he could hear, though at this rate they would be heard well before they were seen. A creak of metal on metal came from behind him, as Harri quite literally screeched to a halt beside him, a short snap informed Blake that he had also lifted his visor.
“Well dear chap, I am quite at a loss, however I believe this is too our advantage we don’t want to be found out too early do we now. We now have the element of surprise..” At this moment Blake looked down at his metal encased self, creaking as he moved his neck. He looked back at his friend and grinned broadly, “Aye, I did not think it possible either! But alas we have been thwarted by nonsensical thoughts once again!”
Looking in both directions Blake mused over the best possible plan of attack. The easiest would be taking up the usual spot of a suit of armour and waiting for a victim to pass them by, and follow them without realising it. However with the continuous clinks it would be almost impossible..
“Harri, what do you reckon.. silencing charm and messing with kids minds? Or fog, lights and crazy non conspicuous disco dancing?” He uttered with a small smile. Just as he finished his question the visor creaked and fell down over his eyes, a small chuckle emanated from the helmet, the sound bounced off the inside of his helm until it slowly dimmed to silence. “..Nice!”
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Post by Harrison Greg on Oct 20, 2008 19:35:13 GMT
Standing on the edge of the corridor Harrison was already starting to feel like he was apart of the castles décor. Looking around the corridor through the post box slit in the visor Harrison noticed a few funny looks they were getting from the portraits that lined the walls and no doubt one of the spoil sports among them was already on their way through the many 2D worlds to go to Headmaster Hubbles office and dob them in. Time was against them!
Harrison, being a Gryffindor was not one for his quick thinking when there was a situation like this at hand where mayhem could be caused, and so he was about to head off down the corridor, sword drawn and creaking away but Blake had a rare moment of intelligence. With a great lot of difficulty and a few loud creaks Harrison managed to put his hand on his hip and looked over at Blake trying to act as camp as you possibly can in a suit of armour.
“Why Blakey I do believe you have it.” He was putting on his well polished and perfected gay voice, something that he and his best mate did seem to do a lot. “Why don’t you just whip out your wand and you can start on me first.”
How he managed to keep a straight face while saying this Merlin only knows, and he is an old dead guy so the chances of anyone knowing were slim to non. All that mattered to Harrison that he was thankful no one else was around to hear that!
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Post by Blake Adams on May 17, 2009 20:19:00 GMT
The sound of a mixture of disapproving tuts and sniggering reached Blake’s ear, he was closest to the wall, and the residents of the nearby photos were somewhat torn between the proper response to Harri’s statement. Those that found it amusing would probably spread the news around the school very quickly, now they had been noticed by the residents they had little time to achieve their goal, however at least if Dan Hubbles came to sort them out, it would not be difficult to persuade him to join them.
Biting his lip so as to prevent himself from laughing, his eyes began to water slightly from the strain but he could not let up and spoil the moment, even if no one was here to see it, it was the principle of the matter! Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he then copied Harri’s pose, and creakily placing one hand as high on his hip as possible, he shot him a wink and retorted in an accent just as camp “Why my dearest Harri-bo. You must be aware by now that I always have my wand out for you, however I simply cannot do so at this current moment.” And huffing slightly in fake impatience he waved his free hand to indicate the rest of his body covered it the armour, tapping his foot as he did so to attempt to portray how much it irked him. “I am quite put out! I think all the heavy duty action shall be up to you today my dearest, but do be cautious these things could chafe and damage your wand!” Blake waved his spare hand around dramatically to keep up the pretence.
It was nowhere near as good as Harri’s statement however it would have to suffice. They seriously needed to start producing suits of armour with wand pockets, how foolish of them! These sorts of situations must arise all the time.
“Right my fellow knight, we must make a move if we are to set up the fog and disco lights before the targets get here, at least if all fails we can stand against the wall if we are chanced upon to soon..” Blake returned to his posh English accent to demonstrate the level of seriousness. However disco lights is not the easiest thing to say in a posh accent, and he was in danger of slipping from it.
“Do you mind taking up the rear?” Blake stifled a snort and with a sly grin slid down his visor shouting “Tally-ho! To battle we go!” And with this he skipped around the corner on his imaginary hobby horse.
(good lord that was crap... my apologies.. you can initiate the next bit lol)
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Post by Harrison Greg on May 21, 2009 13:37:55 GMT
Oh how Harrison was so glad that no one else was around at the present moment in time as after Blake’s last little statement about chafing of the wand a loud bark of a laugh erupted through his visor and there was a suit or armour flapping its hands around in the hair as if battering away flies. Harrison then collapsed forward slightly, bent double as he desperately tried to regain his compose by doing deep breathing, which incidentally sounded more like he was giving birth. Finally straining himself up Harrison took one last deep breath before placing his hands on his hips once more and strained his ears to hear what Blake was saying. He could tell from the switch to camp to serious his best mate meant business and despite the slight jab at taking the rear, and it took all of Harrisons restraint to not laugh again, he followed Blake’s lead and with the clatter of their metal suits they skipped down the corridor on their imaginary horses.
Whoever said in Hogwarts you could not have fun clearly has not spent time with these two Gryffindors as Harrison could not remember the last time he laughed and enjoyed himself so much. He did not even care if a Professor would round the corner and through them in detention, it would be worth it! The only problem was that the helmet gave very limited vision and as they galloped away sounding like tin cans in a shredder Harrison was convinced he saw something move out the corner of his eye in the portrait.
“Sir Blake!” Harrison shouted hoping that his friend could hear him over the thunderous noise of their armour. “I think we are being followed!” Bringing his noble steed to a halt Harrison flicked up his metal visor so that his ice blue eyes could stare at the creature that had been following them. It was an odd looking thing, a creature that could arguably be the love child of a goblin and house elf. Its huge yellow eyes looked at him and a toothy grin appeared on its face as it mirrored the movements of Harrison.
“What an odd lookin th-“ Harrison never got to finish his statement as before he knew what was happening the creatures scrappy looking arm reached out of the portrait and took hols of his arm and yanked him into the air. Strangely enough this was not the first time that Harrison had been attacked and pulled (but not in the good way) by the portraits but never…ever had he been pulled into another world, the world on the inside of the portrait.
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Post by Blake Adams on May 22, 2009 8:14:31 GMT
The occupants of the portraits were speeding past Blake as his noble steed galloped along the corridor, this was more due to the fact that some of the residents had decided to start running in the opposite direction to them (probably to inform someone) making them seem to be moving much swifter than their imaginary horses would take them. It was a good thing they were wearing armour today because it detracted from the fact that they seriously needed someone to run along behind them making the trotting noise, which would not be difficult at least. They could hold an audition later on perhaps.
Then sounded a relatively silenced muffle from behind him which he could only assume was Harrison trying to inform him of something. Then what Blake had assumed to be the echo of his suit of armour ceased. Following suit, Blake pulled on the imaginary reins and clattered to a halt after about three yards, and quickly turned to see what was causing the hold up.
Harri was stood with his back to Blake, eyes trained upon the portrait in front of him with unwavering concentration. “Come along now Sir Harri. What is it?” he enquired with his posh accent stained with impatience. As his friend began to reply about something odd he was cut short and the next thing he was gone. Weird things had been going on in the castle recently, but seriously? Sucking people into paintings, this had not yet been reported!
Moving forward abruptly to where his friend had stood previously, Blake looked at the painting; staring back at him most oddly was bright green eyed Goblin like creature. This must have been the creature that had turned harri into a damsel in distress. Smiling at the thought, he broke eye contact from the creature, and not a second later a hand grabbed his armour clad wrist and yanked him forward. An odd sensation enveloped him, and there were not even the words to describe it.
It was only when Blake opened his eyes that he realised he had closed them in the first place. He was no longer blinkered by the grill of his helm. Squinting slightly, it was much brighter here (Wherever here was!) in comparison to the dark corridors of the castle. The corridor they had been in moments before was void of all windows and lit by the occasional candle. And this had now been replaced by trees. Masses of them on either side, and directly in front stood the beginning of a river, a waterfalls docile sounds were present in the clearing as you could see it cascading down the mountain side.
Trying to decide upon an explanation for this sudden change of surroundings, he remembered about harri and the goblin dude. Twisting round to look for them, he found what he was looking for; a heap of silver metal not far from him; however there was no sign of the latter. Quickly getting to his feet, well as quickly as one can in armour. Blake ran the short distance to his friend and prodded him a few times. When he got no movement in response which was somewhat odd in itself as retaliation is law. Blake exclaimed loudly “Don’t make me kiss you dude!” And just as he expected he got a response, Harri puckered his lips out slightly. Fighting back a laugh, Blake pretended to be affronted, “Get up you pansy!” and with that kicked him in the side. How glad he was to be wearing steel otherwise that would have hurt!
((Hope thats ok dude :S? if you want me to write more, i will do lol!))
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Post by Harrison Greg on May 28, 2009 19:41:24 GMT
Harrison liked being on his back, but this was not really the way in which he liked it. He had been taken against his will through a portrait by some little goblin thing and was now lying in the bright sunshine that clearly was not gloomy Scotland in a tin can that was roasting him alive. He could feel his heart pounding and his own breathing echoing off the closed visor and back at him. Groaning in pain he reached over and flicked the visor up gasping in relief as he could see the blue sky and cool air against his face. The loud sound of metal falling to the ground reassured him that Blake too had been sucked into this serial world…but clearly he was not acting like a muggle footballer and trying to win the OSCAR for tragic performance.
The slow creaking signalled the approach of Blake and as normal Blake was quick on the ball and like the perfect comedy duo Harri puckered his lips ready for the kiss to come. “aww come on Blakey.” Harri rolled onto his side, propped his head up with one hand before stroking the empty ground in front of him with the other. “We are all alone.”
His cool composure snapped and not even his fake camp accent would stand firm as the laughter escaped the Gryffindor as he pushed himself up to his feet. He was not sure why but he expected his feet to sink slightly as he did so, expecting the ground to be soft and spongy which was unable to take the weight of him in his armour. Of course nothing happened, the ground was firm underneath him and he knew that he needed to get a better look of his surroundings, he really could see nothing with this helmet on…so what came next was worthy of a hair products advert. As he pulled his helmet off his floppy blond curtains swished from side to side as his head moved, the sunlight glinting off it before it flopping perfectly into place.
With his hair now in place, his gray eyes able to look out over the beautiful horizon Harri placed his helmet under his arm and strut over to stand next to Blake. He had no idea where he was, in land before them just seemed to continue, the sound of the waterfall crashed and bubbled around them and the forest swayed lightly in the breeze that gently blew towards them through the clearing. “What now dear fellow?” Harrison took a deep breath and looked around once more as if surveying the area would somehow help. “It seems that pesky goblin has gone.” It was then a high pitched squeal echoed around the new strange land!
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