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Post by Mandrake Black on Aug 18, 2006 21:07:07 GMT
Mandrake ran through the forest at top speed, changing as he went. His arm snagged on a brier and ripped the skin from his elbow to his wrist into a bloody mess, but he didn't care. He heard the voice of a human approaching. He tripped and fell as his legs changed.
"Accio Broom!" he said, and his broom landed at his side. He got back up but it was to late. He was in the clearing fully formed, and he saw the person approaching his hideaway.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 25, 2006 21:58:51 GMT
Grace was strolling through the forest looking for her unicorn that was introduced to her a long time ago. She was singing softly to herself, trying to keep her cool in the dark, damp, tree infested forest.
She walked over a log and around a tree and appeared in a clearing. It was a magical place but a monstrous werewolf was standing in full view in the center of the clearing. Grace frowned. Who is it? she asked herself; there were a number of people who this wolf could be.
"Bog?" she asked. "Girt?" No, she realized it was too big for a mere student. "Professor?" she asked foolishly.
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Post by Mandrake Black on Aug 25, 2006 22:03:33 GMT
Mandrake heard th words Grace spoke. He begged to call out to her. To tell her to run. He only forced a nod. He growled and snapped his jaws fiercly. He growled again and slowly approached her. Grace! he thought sadly.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 25, 2006 22:14:07 GMT
Grace had seen a similar stalking of the prey before. She realized she was in a very bad place. Thinking quickly, she turned and ran back the way she came. Back around the tree and over the log. The log! She stepped back and crawled under it. There was a hollow just big enough for her to squeeze into. At her front there was open darkness and to her back, a mossy blanket that covered the log. She hoped and prayed the wolf had not seen her hiding place.
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Post by Mandrake Black on Aug 25, 2006 22:18:17 GMT
Mandrake snarled and chased after Grace. She suddenly slipt out of view. he sniffed around for her. She was in the log. With a swing of his paw, it broke into shards. There he saw her. He raised his paw, ready to bring it down on her throat.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 25, 2006 22:30:58 GMT
Grace squeaked as a powerful paw swung past her face and bits of log flew everywhere, scratching one side of her face. She did not cry out in pain. She pushed through the moss and was crawling along the floor, trying to get away.
The leg of the pants was caught on a spike of wood, splintered by the wolf. "Oh s***!" she said, and began to tug on the leg. She pulled harder and harder trying to get away, but the wolf was getting closer and closer...
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 26, 2006 2:49:56 GMT
Fernand cam into the clearing wand out and ready. He was wandering the forest when he heard the noise. He saw Grace, and the Werewolf. He threw a rock at it to get its attention, It turned and looked at him. He pointed his wand at the Werewolf waiting for it to make a move.
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Post by Mandrake Black on Aug 26, 2006 20:37:49 GMT
Mandrake felt the rock hit his head. he turned and saw the newcomer approaching. He snarled and circled the boy. He licked his lips, and jumped off his hind legs at him, ready to rip his throat out.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 26, 2006 20:46:55 GMT
Fernand braced himself. His life was flashing before his eyes. He was about to pray when he remembered he had a wand. He pointed it at the approaching Wolf, "Avada Kadavra!" and watched as it fell to the ground motionless. He sighed and fell to the forest floor. He felt the pine needles on his back, and remembered Grace. He stood up and walked around the corpse and approached Graces hide away. He held out his hand to her. "You alright?" he asked in an unsteady voice, that quivered and shook.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Oct 20, 2006 18:36:36 GMT
Grace stared wide-eyed in terror as the wolf fell to the floor. A single tear ran down her cheek. Nothing passed through her mind as her saviour walked towards her. She was filled with horror and dread.
Subconsciously, she unhooked her pants, tearing it a bit, and jumped up. She ran right past Fernand, not even seeing him, and skidded onto her knees next to Blackwolf's body. "Oh no," she sobbed, "no, no, no!" Her cheeks was covered with tears, "Mandrake no! You can't be dead!" Grace stroked the wolfs fur and hummed a lament to herself.
Then, after the longest time, Grace sat back onto her feet and dried her cheeks. She had nothing left to cry. She sniffed. It was hard to looked at the werewolf, so Grace looked around the forest for something to console herself. She looked through Fernand at a bush behind him. Something glinted in the light of the full moon. She jumped up again, stumbled forward and pushed past him. She skidded into the dirt next to the bush and dug deep under it. She grabbed hold of a thin smooth stick and pulled out the professors broom.
Grace clutched the broom to her chest and straightened up. She was covered in dirt and her pants were torn in many places. Her eyes were puffy and her nose was runny, so she kept sniffing. She kept twisting the handle of the broom and sniffing. She looked back to the werewolf and stumble over to Fernand. She didn't looked at him, kept her eyes on the werewolf. "We need to give him an honourable funeral," she said in a whisper, "and we need to inform the Headmaster and everyone else at school."
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