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| Stink Bombs; Seventh Year 2.0, half way mark | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 31 2017, 10:30:27 PM (106 Views) | |
| Billie Baker | Jul 31 2017, 10:30:27 PM Post #1 |
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Billie had adopted a following of students, a majority of whom were first years; though among them were some second years who had lingered from the previous year, and a pallid third year who'd seen some things. ”I’ve lost my textbook for Potion’s class again.” One of the second year boy’s had a particularly shrill whisper, ”But a different book had got into my bag, I don’t think the Professor noticed.” There were seven in total, trotting after Billie towards the Gryffindor common room. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Most just wanted safe passage from point A to point B. None of them knew Billie had been directly responsible for the death of someone two years ago. Every single one of them plugged their noses when she drew her wand out. "No one told you to follow along." Billie snapped, as her wand spat sparks and a lone imp was frozen mid air - though its initial propulsion shot him into the startled hands of a girl in pigtails. Piggy dropped the imp promptly, and all others gave the thing a wide berth. Then the smell hit, watering eyes and garnering grunts of dismay. "Fix your damn wand." Vi picked the thing up, pointedly unphased by any of this, and turned to display her trophy to the crowd, ”You’ve got to collect them, like chocolate frog cards. How will anyone believe you took one down with horns on its nose, unless you’ve got the evidence?” ”Plus,” The Gryffindor continued to talk from her ass, ”imps won’t mess with you if you’re lugging one of ‘em around, right? It’s a hierarchy.” ”Makes sense.” Squeaked a different boy, who looked utterly mortified when Billie handed the imp off to him. She preferred his response to the third year suggesting the smell might keep the imps away instead. ”So take point. There’s bound to be more.” |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Jul 31 2017, 10:52:47 PM Post #2 |
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There was a presence, suddenly, one that only Vi could feel. It had been there for nearly two years. Perhaps she'd seen her in dreams, perhaps she'd felt watched every so often. Only now did this presence find the strength to speak. "That's my Vi," said a familiar voice, "Alwis toss 'em oot intae the deep end, right?" A bit of snorting laughter followed, borderlining on obnoxious, but also very familiar. "Remember that time," she said, "Ye tricked me ontae a broom by tellin' me you'd be driving, then hopped off as it wis gaed up and Ah hid tae land the fucking thing massel, screamin' all kinds of obscenities. What wis it Ah called ye again?" Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Jul 31 2017, 10:54:55 PM.
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| Billie Baker | Jul 31 2017, 11:20:57 PM Post #3 |
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Billie was no stranger to a voice talking in her head, and it froze her in one spot. For a moment she dealt with horror, and revulsion. It was insane, but for a moment she had to consider if any of the last two years-or-so had actually happened. Was she in the forest, ensorcelled still? It was just a moment, but the rest of the group had continued to shuffle forward without her. They were following their new leader: who held the imp up like a beacon of hope for all tormented by the fifth floor infestation. He'd come upon a great deal of bravery in the last couple of seconds. "You were fine, don't be a baby about it." The third year turned back, noticing their fearless leader had dwindled behind. "Are you coming?" "You're going to be fine, don't be babies about it." Vi reiterated, and shook her head, just finally glancing around the hallway as thought it would offer up any sort of explanation. "I'll be just behind you, don't worry." Imps weren't likely to attack such a big group anyway, they liked targeting small groups. Scared kids. That one imp she'd shot down had just been lurking about. And so the prefect lingered, curiously, not daring to move until the shrill whisper of the one kid could no longer be heard. Then, she smiled, because she had remembered what Io had said to her that day. But this was all rather insane, and she was standing in a corridor smiling to herself. Fond remembrances weren't really supposed to strike you like a bolt of lightning on a summer's day. Most of her remembrances were quite filled with guilt anyway. That day, with the broom, Billie had been very sure she would have stopped Ioanna's fall had anything serious happened - which it hadn't - but now she was quite certain the Ravenclaw would have died had worse come to worse. "Maybe I should have gone to that therapist." Billie told the hallway, who did not understand her humour. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Jul 31 2017, 11:50:20 PM Post #4 |
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"Yeah Ah was," said Ioanna, "Ah'll admit, ye taught me how tae be brave." Just then, a girl, shorter than some of the second years that had crowded around Billie, walked out from behind the corner of the corridor. Black hair. Round face. Her skin was ghostly pale, a kind of pale only achieved with a thick application of makeup. Her ensemble was a vintage gothic grunge: black skirt, flowing white blouse, combat boots, rose-patterned tights torn at various spots, dark eyeliner. Her short hair was pulled into stubby pigtails, and her lips were a very dark red, the only bit of color she carried on her, and even then it was nearly black. "Then again," she said, "Fat load a good that did me, ye ken?" She crossed her arms over her chest, head up, staring Billie down with a confident glare. A smirk played about her painted face. So much terror in a five-foot package. "Therapist's wan floor down, right?" she added. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Aug 1 2017, 09:09:35 AM.
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| Billie Baker | Aug 2 2017, 06:34:31 PM Post #5 |
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"Opposite-good really," Vi had to respond, she'd never been one to stand agape when presented with new circumstances,"hindsight." A concept which had reigned Billie's natural proclivity in for a handful of months. She'd gone right back to throwing chicks out of the nest, teaching them to fly, before Sixth year had let up. There Ioanna stood looking quite ghostly, but not ghostly enough somehow. Almost looked like Billie could reach out and touch her, if she wanted. And she did want to. "Maybe I'll pop in there when I'm doing rounds: So, my friend's ghost is haunting me. He'll think I meant figuratively. I'd tell him, you know, literally. But we all know that word has lost some of its actual meaning." "You don't look like a ghost." Billie's tone was conversational, almost upbeat, and betrayed none of her skepticism. "You here for what's left of my soul, Grim?" Otherworldly revenge? There were worse ways to die. Although, no one would really be able to write it on her gravestone. No one was around to witness her anymore. She was a bit proud, all the same. But also mildly concerned that someone might die. Ioanna's presence could be an omen, the past about to repeat itself. Billie didn't think so. The nostalgia overpowered any abject warning bells. Not even because this was Io, particularly, but because Billie thought they'd talked like this before. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Aug 2 2017, 07:39:58 PM Post #6 |
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"Nah," she said, "It's jist me." Though Billie looked upon Ioanna with seeming sense of restrained nostalgia, Ioanna did not appear to return any such warm feelings. For someone who, in life, was known for being very emotional, this apparition was eerily calm. "Ah s'pose Ah'mno a ghost," she said, "but Ahmno alive, either. Ah mean look at me" she gestured to her clothes and the makeup on her face, "We both ken this is way too much effort for a Tuesday. Clearly, Ahmno the wan making the choices here." The apirition of Ioanna bagan to move. She crossed past Billie to the other side of the hall. Just then, someone began to walk down from the above floors. It was Professor Flitwick who came waddling around the corner. Somehow, he still appeared haughty and full of himself despite all that had occurred the night the Headmaster was murdered. The night Ioanna was murdered. She flipped him the bird, black-painted fingernail pointed skyward, right where he could see. But he didn't see. He walked by, only stopping to acknowledge Billie. "Miss Baker," he said, nodding, then he continued on around the corner and was gone. Ioanna turned back to Billie. "See? Mebbe Ah'm jist a figment of yer guilty conscience," she said, smirking, "Dunno what Ah am, jist that Ah am and Ah'm in yer heid. So congrats, yer officially a bampot. And Ah think Ah need yer help." Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Aug 2 2017, 07:59:12 PM.
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| Billie Baker | Aug 2 2017, 08:51:58 PM Post #7 |
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Billie could not think of a single occasion where such a get up would be necessary, so you either committed to the daily grind or admitted you weren't hard core enough. "Not enough spikes honestly." It was about at this point where Billie's shock wore off a little, and she began to seriously question her own sanity - and the sanity of continuing a conversation with a dead girl. If this was a figment of her imagination, surely she'd have a little more control of the matter? Or would that destroy the point of it? Vi caught a snort at the back of her throat, and held a very guilty expression as Flitwick passed her by. "Sir." He was too self absorbed to wonder why she might be standing in a corridor, alone, talking to herself. She'd moved out of the Professor's way, and now stared her friend down from the opposing side of the hallway. Still there. Billie didn't know if that was good or bad. Billie tried for a moment to consider what her mother might say, were they to have a heart to heart about this experience. What Beck might say. What Flitwick might say, when faced with the undeniable evidence that no one was actually there. Billie unfortunately, shrugged, and thought: what's the worst thing that could happen? She'd been cursed with a rather enormous wealth of faith in herself. Her curiosity was piqued, and there was only one way to find out more."Tell me it's dangerous." No one else had to know about this. It was a personal matter. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Aug 2 2017, 10:11:35 PM Post #8 |
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"It could be..." said Io, ominously. She moved to stand in front of the high windows. "You'll need to sneak oot of school to help me," she said, "Yer the only one that can see me as far as Ah reckon, so...it has to be you. Maybe Quinn can help. Maybe my sister, too, if I knew where she was...Ah'm not sure what, to be honest. Ah think Ah might be limited tae what's in yer heid, hence me wearing an outfit you've seen me wear before. If it's beyond yer ken, then it's beyond mine." Io stepped forward, imploringly. Whereas before she was confident and unflappable, she now showed genuine concern. "I...cannae promise yeh Ahmno a figment a yer imagination. Vi, ye ken, If Ah were alive, Ah'd tell ye not tae listen tae a voice in yer heid, that ye'd be a heid case tae listen tae me. Ah'd say, and rightly so, that yeh were pure touched and ye belonged in St. Mungo's afore ye hurt somebody. But Ah feel Ah'm being drawn somewhere. Like...home. Ah dunno why, Ah jist have a feeling that Ah need to be in Glasgow. Can we go there?" Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Aug 2 2017, 10:13:02 PM.
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| Billie Baker | Aug 2 2017, 11:16:20 PM Post #9 |
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Billie tried to listen politely as she, in essence, told herself this was a dumb ass thing to be doing. Billie would have avoided Glasgow her entire life, given the option. A part of the Gryffindor liked to imagine that goodbye had simply been that, and Ioanna had spent the last year-and-a-bit there instead. It was a prettier picture, like they'd actually managed something like resolution between them. So, in a way this would have Billie come to terms with a death that she had mostly been denying to herself. Some spiritual quest bullshit? The Gryffindor had felt pretty decided, but did this mean she wasn't? Ah, that complicated crap had never really been for her. The questions she wanted to ask just couldn't be voiced. Would Ioanna disappear if Billie decided to not go to Glasgow, or would she be there - a permanent, but ignored, fixture? Didn't seem sane either way. "Alright, so we'll lay some ground rules. Don't ask me to, like, murder someone. Does that sound reasonable? Can you resist your killing intent? I know, it's kind of innate, but..." Billie grinned, somehow feeling the need to reassure Io even if she wasn't actually there. "We're going to Glasgow." Billie needed to figure out how to bring this up with Quinn without seeming totally insane - Billie had no idea how to get in touch with Ariella. "Are you just - are you just going to be there now, goth-ing things up? Do I need to ignore you to appear outwardly sane? Oh, better, can you help me cheat on that History of Magic quiz tomorrow?" If Ioanna was now a presence, sprung up from somewhere. Quinn would be forced to notice straight away, or not at all, right? |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Aug 3 2017, 02:27:14 AM Post #10 |
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Ioanna smiled. "Ah guess Ah'm jist here," said Ioanna, "Mebbe donnae talk tae me in public. Ye'll ruin yer reputation as a wholly sane and upstanding member of this here student body." Playful jab, or an inner insecurity this figment of Billie's imagination was throwing in her face? You decide. "Thank you," she said, "And uh...Ah dunno. Ne'er read past the fifth year book fer it, on account of the fact that Ah hate the subject as much as ye dae. Plus it would be unethical. Ye ken how much of a stickler Ah was for academic honesty." |
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