|
Post by Georgia Cross on May 8, 2005 18:11:30 GMT -5
Adjusting the sack that dug into her right shoulder, Georgia sped through the door leading from the Great Hall, trying to get away from a swarm of 1st years who were pestering her about the gigantic flashing " Gryffindor rules, Slytherin eat dirt" on her school shirt. Seething with barely contained anger Georgia faught to control her temper and not barrel into any students in her way. She had no clue who had done it but they would pay. Just as she turned the corner she heard a high pitched cackle sound from just above her. Oh no,you've got to be kidding me A rain of eggs cascading down on her, cracking and splattering all over. Blinded by egg yolk she let out a growl as she swung her bag onto the ground and looked up just in time to see Peeves fly out of the hall.
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 8, 2005 23:54:58 GMT -5
Heading back to the common room with his dripping robes in his hand, scampering along the cold stones of the floor, Darius was trying to move past everyone as fast as he could in his cold, wet shorts and prep school collered shirt that was sticking to his skin. Darius snapped his head in the direction of a horrible, squelching, cracking sound. He saw an older girl shining with egg and dotted with shell standing furiously still, her bag on the ground. "Er, my robes are wet if you need a towel," Darius muttered helpfully, as a puddle grew under him. "They fell into the pool." Darius had no idea how creepy he sounded.
|
|
|
Post by Georgia Cross on May 9, 2005 5:52:00 GMT -5
Georgia snapped her gaze from Peeves' retreating back, to the boy in front of her. Sighing she gave him a tight smile, glad at least someone in the school cared. "Thanks, but I'm allright. Nothing a good spell can't fix." She wiped yolk from her eye and looked back at the boy. "How exactly did your robe get wet?"
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 9, 2005 18:02:21 GMT -5
"It fell into the bath in the Prefect's bathroom," Darius said, his voice flat. "I fell in with it. I was very sick at the time. I had heat stroke. Then another girl got me out. It was very exciting," he said, with genuine enjoyment. "Oh, and I'm Darius Chide, a Ravenclaw prefect," Darius adjusted his badge, which had turned upside down. "Who are you?" He extended an anemic arm to her.
|
|
|
Post by Georgia Cross on May 10, 2005 5:32:01 GMT -5
Georgia smiled softly and shook his hand. "I'm Georgia Cross, Slytherin 6th year." She took another swipe at the yolk in her eyes before returning her green eyes on him.
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 12, 2005 12:59:23 GMT -5
Darius glanced quizzically at her shirt which was flashing obnoxiously. "So then Gryffindor rules? I don't understand. Were you sorted wrong?"
|
|
|
Post by Georgia Cross on May 12, 2005 15:01:57 GMT -5
Georgia Grimaced but didn't look down at the flashing sign. "No, I didn't get sorted wrong. Despite popular belief, we Slytherins do not suck, and its prety obvious that we're a lot more mature than a couple pompous gryffindors." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Don't take that the wrong way, theres nothing wrong with Gryffindors, just whoever did this is going to pay dearly."
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 12, 2005 18:06:39 GMT -5
"Yes, Gryffindors can be rash, but then so can Slytherins. So can Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, but i'm not one of them. Everybody has faults. I can't handle stress well. I don't support house compitition." Darius smiled thinly. "And personally, I think Ravenclaw rules," he said, snorting back laughter.
|
|
|
Post by sublime on May 12, 2005 18:40:47 GMT -5
Bradley walked through the Entrance Hall and saw the unplessant surprise of seeing Darius. Bradley was going to simply ignore Darius and just walk past him when a thought hit him. I forgot to practice my Defensive spell. With that thought Bradley pulled out his wand, pointed at Daius's heart, and yelled "EXPELLIARMUS" with a clear steady voice.
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 12, 2005 18:47:18 GMT -5
Darius flew back, and with a smack of wet skin hitting tile, hit the ground some ten feet later. "What are you DOING?!" Darius shrieked, hatred boiling inside his frail body.
|
|
|
Post by sublime on May 12, 2005 18:56:27 GMT -5
Bradley, still holding his wand out, laughed at the sight of Darius on the ground. "Just trying to be a good student." Then Bradley added "So that means you can't get me in trouble your teacher-pet-suck-up-prefect."
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 12, 2005 19:00:24 GMT -5
"Are you talking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework?" Darius shouted, crawling on all fours to reach his wand. "Then you're doing the wrong assignment," Darius grinned, standing up. "I believe the assignment was to practice STUPIFY!", Darius growled, his wand tip aiming between Bradley's eyes. "I could give you detention for the harm you caused me you know," Darius said lazily as he watched the red beam of magic head for his enemy.
|
|
|
Post by sublime on May 13, 2005 18:33:47 GMT -5
Bradley had been long ready for Darius's attack. With his wand already ready he yelled the Defensive Charm. Because Darius's spell was so strong, Bradley's Defensive Spell only cover some of the attack causing the red light to hit his knee caps. Bradley fell to ground as his knees buckled. "Holy Crap!" As Bradley layed on the ground he thought angrily, I hate Darius! At that moment Bradley didn't care if he got in trouble and he certainly didn't care what spell he hit Darius with. From the cold stone floor Bradley pointed the wand at Darius's face and yelled with anger surging through him "Furnunculus!" After his spell flow in the direction of Darius he pointed his wand at his own knees and mumbled "Emervate" freeing Bradley knee caps so they could function normally.
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 13, 2005 22:50:33 GMT -5
Right before the spell hit him Darius was able to yelp, "DETENTION!". He staggered back, his skin bubbling with throbbing pustules. "YOU ARE GETTING A DETENTION, HUGGINS!" He yelled, his voice echoing through the entrance hall with hatred. "AND SOMETHING WORSE, TOO!" Darius' clothing felt like it was scouring his skin as it rubbed against his boils, adding to his his anger and the volume of his voice. He was going to make Bradley pay to the worst extent the school could offer.
|
|
|
Post by sublime on May 13, 2005 23:00:54 GMT -5
Bradley just stood there for a moment, Darius's threat still echoed through his head. How much power do Prefects have? He turned around to see Georgia standing with egg dripping from her head. "Oh! Hello!" Bradley said cheerfully. "Ummm... would you like some help with those eggs?"
|
|