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Post by jeona on Jan 22, 2009 21:07:59 GMT 1
Jeona read a passage in her newly signed out book about how to use urine to divine who someone's future husband will be. It was just as disturbing and nightmare inducing as one might imagine yet she toyed with the idea of doing some of the experiments it mentioned. Of course, she'd die on the spot if anyone knew what she was attempting so just as much thought had to be put into carrying this divination method out. She didn't want to die of complete and utter humiliation. She prided herself on her ability not be embarassed but neither was she eager to put herself in a position where she could experience something like pouring her own urine on a rock outside and chanting around it in public. Wouldn't that suck if her future career depended on doing that?
She sighed and shut her book. Jeona was sitting on a chair in the fifth floor corridor and trying not to be noticed. In her former life (which is what she considered her life up until last year) she loved to be at the center of things. She felt she was defying her house (and had been told as much by her housemates) by studying divination so much and didn't even want others to see her. Jeona felt that since, historically, fortune tellers are laughed at and things are thrown at them, she ought to keep her new private studies on the down low and her old friends out of her life.
She put away her book and in the process, she dumped her cellphone onto the floor. She'd forgotten about that. Her muggle father wanted to chat with her and she hadn't called him yet. She wanted to believe she didn't care about his feelings but she did. Jeona should have called him earlier. At some point she'd have to go to Hogsmeade and call him before he worries.
At this moment, Jeona felt alone, trapped in her own life. She couldn't talk to anyone about her issues. No one would get it or even believe her. Her reserves were running low and as she looked down at her cellphone, she started to think that she just wasn't smart enough or emotionally stable to handle her own life. Jeona couldn't afford to have anyone close to her in anyway. Her brain wasn't equipped to deal with stress.
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Post by aciaraydon on Jan 22, 2009 21:45:48 GMT 1
For the past half hour or so, Acia had been wandering the corridors. It was strange how so much can go on in your life, without it happening to you at all. It was also odd how feelings could change so fast. At the start of the month, she’d been incredibly happy. She had Ryan and Levi, and that’s all she really needed. And now Ryan was breaking down from the whole love-tristram- but-domi-is-having-my-baby thing, and Levi... Merlin knows what had happened to him, but she hadn’t spoken to him since the start of the month. So now, with her friends mentally unstable or generally MIA, she felt rather lonely. Which is why she’d decided to take a walk in the first place. She was starting to regret it now, though, as it was only serving to make her feel even worse about herself.
With nothing to do and the thought of absent friends, her mind came across Jeona. Another friend who’d disappeared without a trace. Well, not quite without a trace. Her and Acia had been quite close friends, but last year the tiny brunette had noticed a change in the girl. She never had a chance to fully evaluate this, because soon after this Jeona seemed to practically disappear. The girl was still around – this Acia knew, as she’d seen her in some of the classes they shared. But every time she went to talk to the Ravenclaw, she’d disappeared. It was incredibly odd, and she didn’t like it. Even if the girl did change, Jeona was her friend and Acia missed her.
Lost in her thoughts, the small Hufflepuff didn’t pay attention to where she was going. She didn’t know where she was, and she didn’t rightly care. That is, until she managed to trip over some invisible step or stone and, ever so gracefully, hit the floor with a smack. She was lucky to have been quick enough to throw her hands down and stop herself from hitting her head on the floor, but her knees and her hands still hurt, and she still felt that sinking feeling of embarrassment in the pit of her stomach. Thinking herself alone, she let out a loud groan, and lowered the rest of her body, previously supported by her arms, to the floor. She had nothing better to do, so there was no real reason why she shouldn’t waste some time laying on ground in the fifth floor corridor. At least she couldn’t hurt herself while trying to mull over her thoughts if she were laying still.
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Post by thaniel on Jan 23, 2009 4:20:08 GMT 1
"Oh dear." Thaniel chuckled, floating into the hallway from an alcove where he'd been hiding and reading. The thud of the falling Hufflepuff was grand enough to tear him away from his book.
Thaniel loved a good laugh at the expense of another and it was all the sweeter when it was a Hufflepuff. It would have been better if it had been a Gryffindor. They looked better with broken bones and bloody noses. So did Hufflepuffs but they all seemed to have the proper amount of humility and respect for ghosts. Gryffindors were always so pompous and smarmy and felt entitled to be so... as far as Thaniel assessed.
Still, he could savor a good fall and her down-trodden reaction was pleasing. She looked so forlorn down there on the floor like a depressed bit of carpet. Thaniel had faith that he could make her cry. He was working on some new angles in harrassing students and he needed to test them out.
Once the chuckles subsided and he was now wiping the non-existant tears from his eyes, he asked, "Tell me there's a broken bone in that body somewhere. Perhaps some internal bleeding? Maybe your wand is poking into your spleen. I do so love a good spleen poking. It might warm my heart if that's so."
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Post by jeona on Jan 23, 2009 23:13:11 GMT 1
Last year Jeona might have gotten to her feet and helped Acia up but instead, she stayed put. Jeona wasn't trying to be cruel. Acia looked okay. Just tired and not needing anyone to assist her in her embarassment. Jeona felt that Ace was tough enough to take a little tumble. Jeona was really just telling herself that so she wouldn't get up and talk to her old friend and have to answer questions about where she'd gone off to.
Thaniel floated in from out of no where and started to taunt Acia. Jeona still didn't get up. Still, she told herself that Acia could handle him. He was nothing more than a mouthy git who thought he was something to be scared of. Jeona wasn't interested in him. She'd heard Hugo's stories about him and she didn't want to get involved but she knew he was nothing but hot air. Cold air. However it worked, she wanted to see what Acia would do.
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Post by aciaraydon on Jan 23, 2009 23:45:59 GMT 1
Acia, still unaware of the presence of her long-lost friend (well, if you count a year as “long lost” that is), sighed slightly and turned her head to survey the mocking ghost. She gently pushed herself up to a kneeling position, facing the translucent being with a blank expression. She did feel some sort of respect for ghosts, figuring that all dead people deserved respect no matter whether they still walked the Earth or not. And whether the ghosts were pleasant or not didn’t make a difference.
”Well, Mr Warren,” She addressed him, with the smallest hint of a smile. ”If it makes you feel better, I could tell you I think I may have some broken ribs, or a fractured kneecap. But I’m afraid I’d be lying.”
She made the decision to play along with his taunting, but she wasn’t in the mood for it today. So she’d take anything he said in her stride and try her best to come back at it for once. This ghost wasn’t going to get the better of her today, and his remarks, however harsh they may be, weren’t going to make her burst in to tears either. So she raised her eyebrows and offered him a smile, whilst pulling one of her knees to her chest, and waited for a response of any sort.
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Post by thaniel on Jan 24, 2009 0:39:01 GMT 1
"Damn shame, that." He nodded. Thaniel found her a bit sassy but her tiny frame couldn't ever truly back it up. He loomed over her in a ghostly way. It seemed to be true. She didn't appear to be sporting a bruise or an abbrasion. Not even a small one.
"So what was it you suppose you tripped on? Your robe? A house elf? You're weird shoes? Some dangly bit of jewelry you think looks good on you but would suit a dog on it's collar? How about your own stupidity? I'd bank on the last one. I bet you spend lots of time thinking about eyeliner. That can just eat up brain cells, I'm sure."
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Post by aciaraydon on Jan 24, 2009 1:24:01 GMT 1
”Oh, I’m sure it is.” Acia feigned a disappointed sigh when he commented about her lack of injury. What a morbid sense of humour this ghost had. Then again, he was a ghost, and a Slytherin one at that. She didn’t tend to stereotype by house or indeed race, but something about a ghost of a Slytherin pupil from years ago, when the whole “myhouseisbetterthanyours” thing still strongly existed, just seemed to suggest that yes, he is likely to have a dark sense of humour.
His attempt at being terrifying amused her slightly. In complete honesty, she did feel the sickening feeling stirring in her stomach, which typically signified fear for her. The only thing that had weakened this feeling and made her capable of still maintaining her ground was the fact that, through the looming figure, she could see the brick wall. And a person becomes less frightening when they have a brick patterned body.
She barely suppressed a smirk at his biting words, and leant her head against the wall, looking bored and staring up at the ghostly man. She reflected that, were she in a better mood before her encounter, she’d probably be running away in tears by now.
”Perhaps your seemingly obese ego was the reason for my unfortunate stumble, sir.” She suggested in an overly-innocent tone. ”Or perhaps I slipped in that venom you are spitting. I just do not know.”
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Post by thaniel on Jan 24, 2009 2:23:21 GMT 1
"Obese ego?" Thaniel laughed. That bit was funny. The part about the venom was actually fitting and flattering. As a Slytherin, any reference to being snake-like was welcomed. Her barbs needed some work. He was ever so willing to give her a good lesson in how to insult someone properly.
"Do you have me confused with the Fat Lady? You really ought to cut back on the gothy hair die. As a dead person, I can tell you first hand, a pre-occupation with death looks dreadfully silly on a living person. Maybe you ought to try leaping off the Astronomy Tower or wandering into the Forbidden Forest with a steak around your neck. If you actually die in the process, then come and talk to me about how amusing it is to mock death."
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Post by jeona on Jan 24, 2009 2:33:44 GMT 1
This was getting a little out of hand. Acia was doing all right all on her own but Jeona's guilt was getting the better of her that she was just watching all of this unfolding and she wasn't doing anything about it. If Acia were to notice Jeona nearby, Jeona couldn't bear the expression she might have. Maybe she'd be hurt. Maybe she'd hate Jeona.
Jeona frowned, "Leave her alone, you old, dead bastard." She called out. After she'd seen the painting of Thaniel in drag, he didn't scare her no matter how much he glared and glowered. "She might have slipped on some ectoplasm you left about. Stop mucking up the hallway."
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Post by aciaraydon on Jan 24, 2009 3:01:31 GMT 1
The cat had a bite. That bit was a little extreme, but she supposed she had entered in to it when she started this little argument, if you could call it that. There were many possible things she could have said to him, for example pointing out that she had not once mentioned death and that he was quite obviously occupied by it more than she ever was. However, the new voice cutting in had easily distracted her. The owner of the voice had more affect on her than the ghost had managed thus far. Acia’s eyes widened as she registered the person breaking up her dispute.
”Jeona?” She asked. It wasn’t really a question, as it didn’t need answering. She knew who it was. Thaniel was thoroughly out of her mind now – for all she’d care he could have turned completely transparent. Or purple. She started tugging on her hair awkwardly, whilst still staring at the girl. Minutes later, she’d scrambled to her feet. ”Uhh...Hey.”
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