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| Poppy Gray-Winters | Apr 9 2015, 09:01:34 PM Post #21 | ||||||
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Poppy Gray-Winters was a simple girl. Ioanna MacGowan was not. Poppy lifted her eyes from the book rested beneath her. The pages, worn from dog-eared pages, were loved gingerly by Poppy’s fingers, which passed over each paragraph with all the gentleness of someone who was caring for their child. Ioanna’s words, dripping with acid, seemed to discredit that their world could ever be one filled with good things. Poppy exhaled, feeling nothing but pity for the girl who really, truly believed as if she had the universe pulsing in the current of her blood when all she really had were shadows and demons. Poppy snapped her book closed, and she stood up. She looked down at Ioanna, her bright blue eyes swimming with the light flickering from the fireplace’s hearth. For a moment, their color paled, and beneath her bright blonde lashes, they were flecked with golden light, so filled with honey that it mirrored the curls that fell past Poppy’s shoulders. Emily’s voice was a sound of reason, and Poppy felt thankful for her. She smiled quietly, hugging her book to her chest. The dust jacket, an elaborate mural of Muggle art, sat at the bottom of her school trunk so that the book cover itself was plain and black. It popped from beneath Poppy’s golden skin. “I agree with Emily,” said Poppy quietly, her soft voice like a wind chime. “And it makes me sad to think that anyone could possibly disagree with her – but especially sad for you, Ioanna. How simpleminded such a smart girl can be.” Poppy stepped away, and her smile faded. It was easy to forget that Carmen, Imogen, Kenna, and Alice were still nearby when Ioanna and Emily, in particular, seemed to capture all of Poppy’s attention. “You should stop smoking, Emily. It’s incredibly bad for your health.” Without another word, Poppy yawned, for it was growing late into the evening. She smiled one last time and ascended the stairs that led to the girls’ dormitory. |
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| Alice Rowle | Apr 10 2015, 11:03:45 AM Post #22 | ||||||
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"We're not as prominent," Alice shrugged, her eyes following Poppy Gray-Winters's retreating back. Of course, the Blacks were considered royalty, their stone faces plastered across every monthly Prophet article. The Yaxleys were scholars, their beady eyes tucked downward as they mastered the puppet strings behind the curtains of journalism. The Lestranges were infamous in their own reasons. The Rowles were simply wealthy without a claim to fame. Alice stared contemplatively into the roaring fire. She was concerned for her final year at Hogwarts. Not only was the school a dreadful magnet for terrible happenings, but Alice was not feeling quite like herself anymore, and this new presence that occupied her body frightened her. Her actions - once carefully calculated - were now dangerously impulsive. Someone or something was controlling her. She glanced at Imogen and Carmen again. For some unknown reason, each time Alice looked in Carmen's direction, she felt a vile hatred curl up her spine. Carmen Gray-Winters, a complete stranger to Alice, managed to ignite a fury in Alice without lifting a finger. Could it be, that in a past life, Carmen's soul had managed to cause mishap to Alice? Shaking her head, Alice realized how irrational the thought sounded and decided to keep her distaste for Carmen a secret. It was her first day at a new school. Enemies were a petty third year concept. "I do miss my Salem friends. I don't know where they will be going now since it fell," she commented, her voice dull and monotonous, as if rehearsed. "I don't feel safe here." Alice, out of instinct, began to scan the room for any crimson armbands. "Aren't you worried about the school? Seventh year is bound to be a rough ride. I hope it'll be adequate enough to prepare me for the Auror Academy." |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 10 2015, 12:42:23 PM Post #23 | ||||||
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Carmen snapped her notebook closed and leaned up from the comfortable couch she had sank into. Ignoring Alice and Imogen, for whatever reason, was now like a habit. Something about Alice made Carmen want to reach out and slap her.... or call Theodore. It was strange, and Carmen couldn't quite place why, for she was too distracted by Poppy's conversation with Emily and Ioanna. As Poppy walked away, Carmen released a sigh and held onto her notebook still. She glanced between Ioanna and Emily, almost too exhausted to say anything. Almost. “A kind reminder that Poppy is my sister,” was all Carmen said before she turned to follow Poppy up into the dormitories. Calm silence passed. There was nothing but the dull murmur of friendly conversation and curious judgments passed between familiar faces. All at once, Carmen's scream echoed from upstairs. |
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 10 2015, 04:47:07 PM Post #24 | ||||||
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Castor Greengrass had been sitting in a quiet corner of the common room, as hidden away as he could manage, and tucked away in a book that was nearly thicker than he was. A fact accentuated by the countless sheets of paper stuck between the pages; an increasingly ineffective way of keeping track of his notes. One day, maybe, he'd sort them all out. Likely not. His mind was always too busy with other things. Castor felt his annoyance grow as each new Ravenclaw joined the crowd in the common room, talking among themselves. Silly, trivial, unimportant things... Not that this particular Ravenclaw was doing anything more important, or less trivial. He just would have preferred to be allowed to do so in relative silence. His irritation had reached a peak, and he stood to retire into his dorm. Only to pause at the foot of the stairs as Carmen screamed. Cast glanced back at the crowd, his eyes almost bruised from how tired they were, "I imagine someone should check to make sure no one has died." His voice, normally quiet, carried quite profoundly in the silence following the scream - the cynicism amplified by the fact Ioanna MacGowan was among them. Clearly, the person who checked on Carmen and Poppy was not going to be Castor, as he disappeared in the opposite direction, looking for his own dorm. Edited by Lisbeth Elliot, Apr 10 2015, 05:24:34 PM.
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Apr 10 2015, 05:41:31 PM Post #25 | ||||||
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"Emily can dae whatever she wants," said Ioanna, who was feeling particularly argumentative after her magical shot of adrenaline and having already been challenged intellectually, "--long as she doesnae get caught, that is." She was pretty sure it was against the rules to smoke, but that was up to Carmen whether or not she was going to get Emily in trouble. "Nobody likes being told what's good for them," she said, "And nobody really knows what's best for someone else." Maybe a smoke was what Emily needed to get through...whatever it was she needed to get through. Ioanna wasn't about to judge her for it, but she sure as hell was going to judge everyone else for sticking their noses where they didn't belong. "Everybody's got to fuckin' know what's best for everyone else..." she said. Especially the English, she thought, opting to keep that one to herself. "...bollocks." Ioanna had so far avoided Alice's gaze. Something about her gave Ioanna a weird feeling...It was like she smelled something foul on her, but no one else seemed to notice. She seemed to make other people uncomfortable, too, but it wasn't discomfort Ioanna felt, but a strange sense of immediate revulsion, as if she knew Alice did not belong here... But she didn't get time to dwell on that, for she heard Carmen scream. She jumped to her feet, letting her book fall to the floor. Her wand was already out of her pocket. Pedantic as always, she couldn't help but think how weird it was that she technically had a weapon on her at all times, as that wouldn't fly at all in a muggle school, though, in her hands, a wand was hardly deadly. With the exception of transfiguration--given enough time and forethought to complete one--she was a lousy witch. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Aug 8 2015, 10:48:30 AM.
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| Kenna Holly | Apr 10 2015, 05:59:43 PM Post #26 | ||||||
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Kenna had been listening boredly, giving a glance at the Emily girl when poppy told her to stop smoking. So that's why it smells like smoke in here. She thought to herself. In her eyes, smoking was a disgusting habit, but she didn't hate people who smoked. She could understand the addiction, her mother had been a smoker afterall. Well, before she had Darren she was. She couldn't help but agree with Ioanna though, if Emily wanted to smoke, then that was her choice. And really, Kenna wasn't in the position to argue, sure she hadn't become obsessed with smoking, but wasn't being an alcoholic just as bad? "Just don't get caught." Kenna offered simply to Emily. Kenna had been vaguely aware that Carmen had left the room, but it wasn't until she heard the scream from upstairs that she seemed to care. To make it worse, greengrass had to come and say "I image someone should check to make sure no one has died." Kenna gulped at that, before saying rather cowardly, "I aint doing it." |
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| Imogen Nott | Apr 10 2015, 06:18:47 PM Post #27 | ||||||
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Imogen turned to Alice and nodded, it was understandable that she would miss her friends at her old school. The one which crumbled under the Sisterhood attack. It had been all over the papers, Imogen had read it with her fellow orphans. They had all sat around and spoken about what would happen if that would happen to Hogwarts, but it kind of already had. Except Hogwarts did not fall, it was built back up in a matter of days and no one died under the attack. “I don’t think many people feel safe here.” Imogen said as she sighed and turned away to look at the others in the room. Carmen had left the room on an odd comment, but Imogen had just ignored that. What she couldn’t ignore was the loud scream. Imogen jumped up from her seat almost instantly as she heard the noise. There was an unusual silence that followed, one which was burst by the voice of a student who she had hardly ever spoken to. He was just too disinterested and quiet, and even now with the threat of danger looming over their shoulders he was leaving the room. “You guys stay here.” Imogen walked towards the staircase, she turned around and glanced at Kenna. “She probably just dropped her poetry book out the window.” Imogen tried to lighten the mood, she shot a smile at them before darting up the stairs. At least she could be of use in such situations. |
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| Emily Pemberly | Apr 10 2015, 06:37:58 PM Post #28 | ||||||
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Any help that Emily had thought of giving to the golden girl was dashed with a single sentence. Her eyes suddenly narrowed into angry slits. How dare some stupid little girl have the right to judge her, especially when she can’t see past herself? Emily felt the blood boil inside her, and the need for another cigarette was burning in her body. Her fingers curled as she glared at Carmen as well. But she was thankful for Ioanna’s words, although she knew she could have easily stuck up for herself. If the two hadn’t have left the room so quickly. Emily crossed her arms and scoffed. “None of their business, they have no idea what is happening with me.” Emily loudly huffed a second time, her nose scrunched up. She found herself spinning around and shooting a grin at Kenna. At least some people in here understood her. Or at least, didn’t judge so openly. The scream seemed to throw the room into a loop. Ioanna and Imogen had jumped up, and Kenna herself seemed to be jolted by the action. Emily almost smirked, but she caught herself and opened her doe eyes as wide as they would go. “What could have happened?!” She asked with a small gasp. Imogen had dashed up the stairs, leaving the room with quite a few people. A boy had gone before then, but it seemed his intention wasn’t to go and help. “Do we follow?” Emily innocently asked the others. Her eyes clocked Alice suddenly. Didn’t she look like… Emily shook her head and turned away. |
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| Alec Shacklebolt | Apr 10 2015, 09:56:37 PM Post #29 | ||||||
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Alec, bleary eyed, stared through the window at the world below. Distantly, he imagined what it would be like to be simple-minded – to be a Muggle, so unsuspecting and free from the ghosts that haunted Hogwarts. Literally. Alec thought of the evening’s feast, and he thought of Grace, but most of all, he thought of where he fit into the huge scheme of things. Alec had never felt so simultaneously lost and like he was on the right track – and he was still wondering how that was possible. He heard a scream from upstairs, but couldn’t quite be bothered to care as the others did, for they seriously underestimated a woman’s ability to screech. In his mind, he assumed that one of the girls had stubbed her toe, chipped her nail, or that she had seen a spider. Really, girls were always screaming about things. Alec chortled before leaning back in his comfortable lounge chair by the window. That was when it happened. Like a rocket, a great swoosh echoed across the common room, followed by the shrill cackle so familiar that Alec’s arms erupted in goose bumps. He rolled his eyes right as a wad of gum was pelted at him; he screamed, jumping from his chair, and rolled onto the ground to avoid the sticky, pink bullet. Peeves the Poltergeist was a squat little creature with a long, gaping grin and striped pants. His shoes curled up at the toes and from beneath a hat, hair like green straw poked and brushed against his gleaming eyes. He cackled again, swooping back and forth – books toppled from the highest bookshelves as he went, colliding with the ground. Finally, Alec stood up, brushing himself off. “What gives?!” he shouted. Peeves slowed to a halt, hovering near the ceiling. He sat, cross-legged, with his hands on his knees. To Alec, he looked like a nasty-faced Buddha mediating on how to destroy them all. “Oh, I was about to ask you the same thing,” said Peeves breezily, yawning until his mouth stretched wide, like that of a toad. “The castle is just so noisy tonight – I thought it was just the ickle ghostie boy coming back to breathe but you little kids are stirring up quite the shit!” Alec rolled his dark eyes. “Oh, are we? So what, did you just decide to come here and add to the chaos?” Peeves’ grin was spectacularly awful. He tilted his wide head and giggled shrilly before swooping again; his figure was merely a blur of fast-paced colors as he tore through the air unforgivingly. As he zipped, books trembled in his wake; Alec rolled his eyes, but didn’t dare reach for his wand. He wasn’t stupid. He was patient. “That would be adding to the chaos!” said Peeves as he tore through the air, cackling madly. Finally, he stopped, aiming his eyes on the familiar girls who sat together by the fireplace. “Ooooooooooh, look at what we’ve got here! Little Deathie without her piggy tails – are you trying to seduce meeeeee?” “Oh, c’mon,” groaned Alec. “Leave Ioanna alone. She didn’t do anything to you, Peeves.” “Are you jealous?” said Peeves joyously. “No, no you’re not – I saw you tonight walking along the corridors with Grace, the graaaay girl! How’d she get so gray, hmm? Do you know?” Alec rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but feel a blush beginning to climb up his neck and burn his face. “It’s none of your business, Peeves.” “EVERYTHING is my business!” he said brilliantly. “You ought to take advantage! I know everything, little dearies!” Peeves spit a raspberry into the air, and his spit rained down on them all like a sad shower. Alec winced. “Right, right. But I’m just sayin’, I think we’d appreciate it if you left,” said Alec quietly. “No offense.” Peeves rolled his wide eyes. He spun upside down and began walking on the ceiling, and when he spoke, there was a playful, musical lilt to his voice that betrayed the seriousness of his words. “Oh, fine. We won’t play a game tonight. I just thought you’d want to know that your girlfriend is wailing her face off – it’s been a while since I’ve heard a scream like that in the castle. Nothing good can come from that.” “What, Carmen?” blurted Alec. “She’s not my girlfriend, and she probably just saw, like, an ant upstairs – ” “Not Carrrrrrrrrrmennnnnnnnn,” said Peeves. “Just a little ickle Fifth Year screaming out of her skin. Her gray skin. Like – ” And Peeves mimicked a scream so terrible and blood-curdling that Alec instinctively clapped his hands over his ears. He winced as Peeves yelled. “Beeeeeware, little kiddies! A scream like that never – means – good!” Peeves disappeared through the ceiling, leaving absolute silence in his absence. The chandelier hanging there shuddered once and then it, too, was still. “I need to find Grace,” muttered Alec, and he stood to leave. Before he did, he stopped by the girls at the fireplace, just in case. “You don’t think it’s a smart idea to trust a poltergeist, do you?” |
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Emily snarled at Peeves as he burst into the room with ideas of his own. This ghost had the worst timing, it seemed to thrive on the sadness of others and Emily saw no used to him. She though he should be like the other ghosts, scared and regretting their choice. Emily huffed as she heard him speak in his toad voice. Alec seemed to be aggravating him further. “I don’t suppose you would ever come back to life. You’d be dead in a minute if you did.” Emily snarled at the ghost, there was nothing to learn about him. There was no use, and her mood had worsened after the judging comments of the prefect girl and her sister. But he spoke about someone else screaming, and Emily just shrugged. “If there is one thing we know about Peeves it’s that he likes to brag.” Emily turned to look at the door. “It’s likely to be true.” She agreed, why else would he come in here and make something up? There were too many students to be able to make something up about one particular one. |
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Ioanna did nothing but sneer at the poltergeist. Oh aye, make fun o' ma pigtails, 's pure originality, that is. As if she hadn't heard that enough from Vera Wickham. ...Vera. Shite. Meeting her soul at the crossroads had been one of the worst experiences she'd ever had. Something about meeting one's tormentor, having to take pity on them, having to see, in a way no one else had ever seen, all the pain and abuse that had gone into the creation of such a wretched person...having to feel their pain...it was the worst. Ioanna didn't want to pity poor Vera Wickham, but she had no choice. If everyone knew the truth of everyone, no one could ever hate anyone. And now she was in a bad mood. She didn't want to think of Vera, but she knew she wasn't able to continue reading now. Plus, that Alice girl was giving her the creeps. There was a weird smell coming off of her...a smell like wood smoke, only more intensely acrid. Did no one else smell that? It didn't help that Peeves had just unleashed a horrid, ear-splitting howl that made Ioanna's head spin. She stumbled backwards, covering her ears as her anxiety-attacks surfaced, as the were wont to do when in the presence of loud noises. She resisted he urge to curl up into a ball. When it was over, her heart was pounding. Peeves had left. "Ah'm goan to bed," said Ioanna suddenly, irritably. Hopefully, Ioanna would be blissfully asleep before Alice decided to turn in, also. Everyone better be done screaming for the night. She got two steps away from her chair before the the furious pounding of her heart grew in great thundering power and rapid tempo. It beat the inside of her chest so hard, she felt as though it might burst forth from her tiny frame. She heard the rush of wind--the sound of a freight train that had become so familiar to her that she knew what was happening even before it took hold. A hallow face appeared in that familiar flash of green light: high cheekbones, dark hair, heavy-hooded eyes that resembled her father's--that resembled her own. This woman was familiar, though Ioanna did not know her. Her victim was less familiar, and no less a complete stranger. From him, Ioanna felt fear, but a determination overruled any anxiety, and fear of Death seemed but the tiniest sliver of thought within the man's consciousness as he met his end. This man would not bow to her, just like he would not bow to that that hauntingly familiar, hallow-faced woman. Ioanna felt only defiance from this man. There is a balance to things,” came a voice, nothing but a whisper like the crunch of gravel. “And when you disturb that balance, you pay.” Ioanna's own lips repeated those words, even as her heart stopped, even as her body dropped and blood began to pour from her nostrils. She was turning white before her housemate's eyes--though, by now they'd all seen this trick of hers at least once. But it was always voila: she's alive. Her Jesus parlor trick was probably getting old by now. But her talking in the throes of death, now that was new. Something that wasn't new, though, irritatingly enough, was the distinct feeling that she and the soul she now sought were not alone. There were others--others who could see what she saw, though Ioanna could see far deeper than the superficial happenings. Ioanna heard screaming. Others were certainly watching, just as they had when Vera had died. And one of them had a stronger presence than all the others. As Ioanna approached to soul of Yves Gray, whose spark of life had burned bright orange for a moment before cooling off into a peppercorn-colored lump, she felt that presence tower over her. It covered her... This thing blocked old man's soul from her grasp. It was hot, and bright, and it blinded her! Though Ioanna had not true eyes to see, the presence of this powerful entity was like looking into the sun. It was too much. Too much! It didn't so much attack her as it did fill her up to the brim until her soul was overloaded with light and would soon burst! She wanted to run...but to where? This golden presence was surrounding her, entering her--within her, without her--burning her up! In the vast blanket of unfathomable light, she saw golden eyes the shapes of almonds, each containing within them a universe...they at once beckoned and repelled her, forced her to admit that she was powerless before them, and that they were beyond her power, beyond her. It reached out to her, and Ioanna's cosmic power shrank in terror, and she was no more than a tiny ant. She screamed. Ioanna's breathless, motionless, stark white corpse opened it's mouth in the Ravenclaw common room, and not one scream erupted from her mouth, but many: he voice, her high-pitches screeches were Legion, sounding like a thousand nails on differently-tuned chalkboards. Then, she shot up to a sitting position, breathing heavily, just as if she'd just been woken up from a bad dream. Slowly, as she sat and breathed, eyes wide as dinner plates and trembling, the color began to return to her skin, though she was always a little paler than what seemed natural. She looked around. At least she'd fallen back into the chair. That was good. Deaths rarely affected her like that anymore. She wouldn't have to visit any souls until she slept, usually. Only those, like Vera, who shared a connection with someone Ioanna knew, or whose deaths held some significance to her, were strong enough to knock her off the mortal plane. This man who was murdered...he meant something to someone Ioanna knew. And what was that...thing? It was so much larger than her...so much...more than she'd ever known existed. And it's mere existence filled her with terror that burned her up from the inside out. They way it burned her was like the touch of Fawkes the phoenix when it was used to overload and subdue Death--eternal flame--a circle has no beginning. Whatever being of light was, Death inside her was afraid of it. She slipped a jagged strand of her hair behind her ear and looked at everyone around her as if they, too, were ghosts. She hadn't even noticed there was blood coming from her nose. What could make Death feel fear? There's a balance to all things... That dead man's words, though quiet, still rung loudly in her ears. ||OOC: No idea what's going on with that angel thing, but I thought I'd take a crack at it nonetheless. Jenn, Jess, if there's anything that goes against what you're playing at, let me know and I'll change or delete this. I mostly did this one for consistency's sake, but I also like the idea of her encountering something beyond her experience as a High Order entity. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Apr 13 2015, 02:36:44 AM.
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