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Post by thaniel on Oct 30, 2008 3:29:49 GMT 1
On to #9. So far Thaniel, after 7 hours of staring, had gotten 8 coins that were just sitting on the floor to stand up straight on their edges all in a row. The last coin was so close to tipping up on his edge. He was already having dreams of setting them all on a roll right down the hall.
He was sitting in a nearby lounge chair in the hallway and so far he'd not been bothered. Not a soul had blundered through to interrupt or ask him dumb questions.
Other ghosts could do this much easier and he wanted to have the power to do this. Some ghosts didn't have to work but Thaniel was feeling the perspiration on his brow over this endeavor.
The last coin was nearly up. He could use the wind to push it up the rest of the way but wind was cheating. He wanted pure telekinetic effort to make this happen. It would be a small victory but he didn't care. He'd count it none the less.
As if on cue, someone rounded the corner and each coin went over like a set of dominoes. Whoever did it, was about to get SUCH a punishment.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 31, 2008 0:59:37 GMT 1
Vivian’s day had been painfully ordinary so far, as it ever was. Hogwarts had barely been open for a month and already the teachers were seeing it fit to lug the fifth years with more work than they had ever seen in their lives in preparation for the O.W.L’s. With Transfiguration now over, Vivian only had late homework to look forward to on her lesson off for the day.
She was taking the less travelled to route to the common room, but even though the distance was longer it made up for it by being virtually empty. Rearranging her overly heavy bag shoulder bag onto the other side to stop the strap cutting in, Vivian doubled her pace and continued fretting over her workload. One transfiguation essay, two for charms, one late, THREE for DADA because professor Connery just liked to see them suffer, and thanks to Idris’s new Bowtruckles, she had a nice set of scratches up her right arm to top it off that refused to stop stinging.
When she turned a corner into a corridor and sent some coins flying, Vivian scarcely gave it a second thought. Who the heck had set some coins up in a corridor anyway? With a sidewards glance she spotted a ghost, and with an automatic ”Excuse me,” attempted to edge past. |
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Post by thaniel on Oct 31, 2008 2:58:23 GMT 1
Thaniel hopped right up from the chair and got right in the Gryffindor's face. Of course it was a Gryffindor. A BLOODY Gryffindor. She was about to be horribly bloody. He so rady to ignore every single warning that every auror had given to him about watching his temper but this made him so furious.
He got right into the girl's face. His ghostly face was mere centimeters from hers because he wanted to look her straight in the eye and talk to her.
"Seven hours." He started calmly. "I have been trying for seven BLOODY hours to make that work and you just blunder in here and ruin everything. THEN, you ask me to excuse you???" His teeth gritted and his hands balled up into fists. "I'm just a damn ghost, right? Why should it matter what a ghost does? Ghosts are nothings. Floating nothings. Does your life mean more to you than my little existance?"
The rage was building inside him. It wasn't fair that the living got to flounce around like everything they were doing was important and his projects, though small could just be obliterated. "Would you like to learn how difficult it is to be dead? I can make that happen."
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Nov 1, 2008 1:05:28 GMT 1
Out of everything Vivian could have possibly imagined happening, that wasn’t one of them. Before she could even blink the pearlescent boy on seat had suddenly whirled around in front of her with his face so close she could basically feel the deathly cold radiating from him. That, coupled with the look of scarcely controlled rage on his face did a brilliant job of momentarily frightening her enough to make her almost trip over backwards to put some distance between them.
Even as the initial shock wore off, it took her a moment to actually draw the connection between the source of his anger and the coins she’d scattered. Despite feeling resentful at his accusations, it pretty much summed up what she was thinking subconsciously. They were just coins, what was the problem? The deceptive calm of his voice didn’t detract from the frighting fury of the, well, everything else. In fact it probably made it worse.
”It vasn’t on purpose!” Vivian countered defensively, feeling a lot braver now that he was no longer close enough to bite her nose off. In her mind she was already running through to try and remember if there was a spell to banish ghosts. There had to be, right? His threat, although disturbing, wasn’t something she was going to take seriously with her admittedly limited knowledge. ”And don’t be stupid, ghosts can’t kill people,” she added dismissively, glancing at the corridor behind him which said quite plainly she still wanted to leave. |
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Post by fallensiren on Nov 1, 2008 6:25:24 GMT 1
Siren was about to emerge from a tapestry that hopefully emptied out on the fifth floor corridor when she heard furious voices. She peeked around the edge of the tapestry, greenish eyes narrowing, chestnut hair swinging, to see a ghost - his back to her - and a girl, who was protesting in a slightly noticeable Russian accent. She noticed several coins scattered on the floor. What the, she thought to herself, nose wrinkling, and stepped out from behind the tapestry. "Well, damn," she swore aloud, glancing down the corridor. "This definitely isn't the fifth floor."
It looked more like the second. Staring through the ghost's back, Siren started to walk towards the pair, who looked like they were in the middle of a confrontation. "And don't be stupid, ghosts can't kill people," the girl with the Russian accent said with a slightly dismissive tone.
Siren frowned to herself. Such violence seemed to be occurring around Hogwarts in times of late. Not wanting to be rude - and by way of introduction - she kicked aside one of the coins on the floor, examining the several that were scattered there. "What's with the coins?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at the ghost with the intuition that he probably was the originator of whatever odd scheme this was. She recognized the glaring persona from a class she'd been late to. He'd never seemed much at ease with the student population.
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Post by thaniel on Nov 1, 2008 23:47:31 GMT 1
Thaniel was helpless. Utterly helpless. Seven hours of work down the drain and these girls didn't get what was significant about that. One of them that he'd recognized in class even kicked the coins like they meant nothing. And by extension, he meant nothing either.
A little respect from these students would be nice. When he yelled, he wanted to be taken seriously. When he worked on a project like this for so long, he wanted others to watch where they walk.
"These coins," he said, the seething anger in his voice becoming more obvious, "Were part of something I've been working on for a long time. Like homework, I suppose. Like, your homework, perhaps. What if someone, like myself, were to carelessly take it and rip it to shreds and then shrug it off? I could say I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't know how important it was to you. Oh well. Accidents, happen, right?" He eyed the books the Russian girl had with her. He truly wanted to confetti the halls with her things at that moment.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Nov 2, 2008 1:04:16 GMT 1
Siren’s arrival was a little bit of a surprise to be sure. Vivian’s knowledge of short cuts and secret passages was fairly deficient so it looked a little bit like Siren had just apparated out of nowhere, which was of course ridiculous thanks to the schools magical protection. She gave her a surprised look when he voice suddenly rang out behind her, and made a mental note however to return later for a look. ”Sorry for seh holdup,” she said quickly, then turned back to Thaniel.
For now she was quite happy just to leave and get out of the way of this not-very-happy ghost who looked like he was scarcely off from attempting to cause mass destruction. Whether or not it was possible for ghosts to do that she still wasn’t sure, but Vivian was getting the sensation it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out. His little impassioned speech had unfortunately made her start feeling a little bit guilty.
”Vell, then I’m sorry for interrupting your vork, but I didn’t see zem,” she argued again, opting to ignore Siren’s question as the cause of the fight would be easily apparent in a moment. Honestly, she felt sorry for the ghost now, but she had hardly done it intentionally and as a result she was getting defensive; mucking something up on purpose was something more in line with what a Slytherin would do. ”It voz an accident. I can help you clean it up if you like?” Vivian suggested, hoping that way she could buy her passage through. |
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Post by fallensiren on Nov 2, 2008 2:07:27 GMT 1
The reason for the argument was becoming brutally apparent to Siren with every passing moment. "Oh," she mused, looking down at the coins. "Well, good God, I certainly didn't mean to kick them if they meant that much to you. But you might have a shot at talking to people once in a while, instead of hiding away all by yourself trying to get coins to...er...stand up."
She shot a puzzled look at the girl with the Russian accent - Vivian, Siren seemed to vaguely remember - hoping that she was guessing right about what had happened. "She obviously didn't mean to knock them over," she continued, feeling ill at ease in her sudden position of peacemaker. "And yes, I'd feel badly too, if someone ripped up all my schoolwork. Merlin knows I spend far too much time on it as it is."
She leaned down and picked up a coin, offering it to the ghost. "Wanna show us how you do it? I'm guessing you weren't just picking them up and standing them upright with your hands." Interest gleamed, genuinely, in her eyes. Learning anything new was always a privilege to her - and if this ghost could do something purely magical without a wand, well, then, she was interested. Very interested.
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Post by thaniel on Nov 3, 2008 14:28:43 GMT 1
"Don't touch anything." Thaniel hissed at the Russian girl when she offered to pick up the coins. As if he couldn't. As if he were incapable of doing anything for himself just because he was dead. What could he expect from a Gryffindor? They were all so vile.
He was more forgiving of the Ravenclaw who (in some small way but it was a start) seemed to get what he was going through. He always felt that Gryffindors were a complete waste of space. The whole lot of them always seemed to think of themselves as righteous and noble. Whatever they did, no harm would ever come to them. It made him sick and making a ghost sick was an achievement.
The Ravenclaw did pick up a coin and Thaniel smiled. She wanted to see this trick of his. Of course, she probably couldn't spend 6 hours watching him stare at a coin. He took the coin from her. "I was using my mind. I can move things by looking at them. Pretty soon I will be able to make the walls of Hogwarts crumble down around us." With that last comment he flashed the Russian girl a particularly evil look.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Nov 3, 2008 23:01:27 GMT 1
There was no pleasing this boy apparently. If he wanted to stay angry and hold a grudge then that was his problem. She’d said sorry and offered to help (albeit not very politely), so what else was there to do aside from swearing everlasting allegiance? Although, he’d probably find that offensive as well considering how well everything had gone so far.
Stupid Slytherins, Vivian considered them pretty much an equal waste of space. The whole lot of them seemed to have a serious inferiority complex and got off on being pricks to everyone, there was no other explanation for it. Every time a fight broke out, there was usually a Slytherin right in the middle of it and then they had to gall to assume it was every other house with the problem. At least Gryffindors didn’t go starting arguments where there was none to be found.
The Ravenclaw girl seemed to placate him somewhat, and Vivian took this as her cue to try and leave again. At least even the Ravenclaw could recognise it hadn’t been her intention to run around the place knocking coins over, and judging by the dead boys last comment he was clearly severely mentally unstable. She couldn’t help but wonder if he’d gone on a murder suicide rampage to end up, well, dead. He seemed the type, getting so angry over nothing.
”Fine, if you don’t vant to accept my help, sen zats your problem. I’ll be on my vay,” she said abruptly and attempted to walk right through him, practically holding her breath for the sensation of being dunked in a tub of icy water that would occur. |
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