Dovie(comp down indefinitely)
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Post by Dovie(comp down indefinitely) on Jun 9, 2005 22:00:03 GMT
Jeez, total brain block! Dovie frowned at her own incapability to write something good at the moment. She sighed somewhat loudly and snapped her hand over her mouth immediately afterward before picking up her quill and placing the tip on the parchment. Fine, here goes nothing... Dovie looked at her paper and muttered a small 'scribe' as she connected her thoughts to her quill. "Sometimes, certain powers a person may have are hidden away from them, and they never know. Ohter times, the people are told of their gifts and study to keep them under control. And yet other times, they are never told and find out on their own. This third incident happened to someone anmed Dovie Bell once when she was very young. It had been Dovie's eighth birthday, and she invited her best friends Galven Revor and Lumiere over, along with her cousin Lily Midnight, for a sleepover. Unfortunately for them, and especially Galven, that meant Lily's sister, Alexandria, was also in attendance. At first, things were alright. The games, such as a pinata and a treasure hunt complete with a map, went smoothly, and everyone seemed to be having fun. Except, of course, for the brooding Alexandria. She decided that she would much rather make flower halos (specifically for Galven, whom she had a crush on) than play 'silly' games with her cousin, and stomped off. The group followed and played along with her, and everyone was having great fun, until Alexandria started to boss people around. "No, you're not doing it right!" she would shout and rip apart the flower halos. "Stop copying me, leave me alone! Galven, come here, let's go play together somewhere else!" Alexandria insisted everyone leave her, and Galven, alone so they could play house. Galven was clearly uncomfortable, but went along anyway. Later in the day, the three girls returned to Dovie's small room and found Alex had ransacked the entire place and, for some reason, was beating on Galven. Dovie jumped into the fray and pulled Alexandria off. Things escalated; punches were thrown, faces scratched, and hair pulled. Alexandria was able to knock Dovie out for a few moments and terrorized Lily, Galven, and Lumiere before Dovie came to and knocked her cousin against the wall with a bright green light. Dovie was shocked and disowned by half of her family for what had happened. Her friends were moved away, and she moved to the Americas, where she never used her powers again...until recently. Another confrontation with her cousin Alexandria brought the green light back and nearly drained Dovie of her energy. But, she quickly learned how to control her hidden ability and doesn't use it untle absolutely necessary. Sometimes, good things can result from bad ones. Complete lack of control can initiate the process of learning control, and as is obvious... Friends can bring out the most protective sides of nearly anyone." Yeah...uhm...guess that'll have to work, don't have anything else I would really like to share with everyone in the whole school...Ish... Dovie cringed, tilted her head disapprovingly to the side, and frowned. Best I can do...It'll have to work... Dovie gulped and signed her name and year on the paper, palced her quill back in her bag, and waited somewhat impatiently for something to distract her.
Ah yes, terrible tales of childhood. 15 points for Gryffindor. 2 extra points for teaching us all a valuable moral.
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Post by Aidana Hawkins on Jun 9, 2005 22:22:50 GMT
Aidana was rereading her paper, trying to find any mistakes when she heard a voice in her head. And it wasn't the usual voice either! (OOC: Lol! No she's not schitzo! ;D)
Any ideas?
She looked over at Sylph, and found that the violet haired girl shrugged. Hmm...what could Sylph write about? Aidana was sure that Sylph had done something! She racked her brains, and sent a thought back to Sylph.
How about the time where you went into the Forest? Write it as though you didn't remember anything. Or, for a safer topic, write about when we went flying together.
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Sylph
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Post by Sylph on Jun 9, 2005 22:42:03 GMT
Flying? Sylph hadn't even got into the house team yet, not that she wasn't good enough, just that there were plenty of other players already there and in, established as it were. Plus, she felt that learning how to fly didn't exactly constitute a historical essay. Sylph shot back a thankful galnce to Aidana, though she wasn't quite sure about the suggestion, and went back to chewing on her quill thoughtfully.
Think of something small, she tried to tell herself. It doesn't have to be great, just a little thing. Something you can draw experience from. But what?
She drummed her fingers on the table for a moment, and then began to write.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jun 10, 2005 3:08:38 GMT
As Marina listened to the Professor, reading over his example, and bit onto her bottom lip immediately. Exploits? Now, this was a rather touchy subject, indeed. Nina had few positive things she could consider exploits, all of which evaded her, and the negatives were largely too personal to share. She fiddled around for parchment, her green ink and a quill while she let her mind wander, sifting through the countless memories that shifted in an out of focus within her brain. Some cheery, most unspeakable, and she winced at the later often. Finally, with a visible click, she settled on one she was willing to share.
Immediately Nina shifted in her chair, leaning over her paper and uncorking the ink absentmindedly. Immediately after dipping her quill into it, she began writing frantically, not pausing as thought flowed flawlessly from her whirling brain to the paper.
When Marina Roeswood came to Magic Horizons, she was merely another face in the crowd. A small, cheery girl, however, she immediately established a group of friends, the closest of which was a girl by the name of Cara Fyre Lestrange.
Marina and Cara developed an almost sisterly relationship. However, Cara faced much difficulty and attempted to kill herself, but found herself sired instead. Now an out of control, fledgling Vampire, Cara, now Sombre, immediately left her post as Slytherin prefect for the Vampire Caves, abandonning Marina in the process.
It just so happened that these two encountered one another in the astronomy tower. Essentially, harsh words were exchanged, largely on the part of the foolish 4th year, which resulted, eventually, in the Vampire losing her control. Nina ended up having her head smashed into the stone numerous times until mincemeat was made of the scalp on the back of her head and she lost a considerable amount of blood and fainted. She was then borne back to the Vampire Caves where Sombre intended to keep her as a pet of sorts.
Seeing the pitiful state she was in, the Vampire Queen Michaela took pity, cleansed Marina's wounds, and eventually let her go back to the school. However, since Marina has learned to be very wary of Vampires, as some can be very volatile and dangerous creatures, especially when one stupidly provokes them.
Marina made a face at the paper in her rough scrawl, not sure she was entirely content with it's execution and the particular topic she'd chosen to write about. However, she was far too lazy and indifferent to attempt it again, and often, the first instinct of a writer was best in these sorts of things. Thus, she set the paper down to dry, replacing the cork in her ink and hoping that Professor Windwaltz would be more impressed by it than she was.
Cara Fyre Lestrange? Yes, it's quite sad that she became sired - I knew her very well during my time at Magic Horizons. She was a very close friend of mine. I'm sorry you had to view that macabre time. 15 points for Slytherin, and 2 points for reviewing that all important lesson that no one ever seems to pay attention to.
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Zee
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Post by Zee on Jun 10, 2005 4:38:35 GMT
Zee ran pell-mell down the hallway, trying to get to her first History of Magic lesson on time. She was hoping to make a good impression. Unfortunately, the bell chimed, and Zee's hopes seemed lost. Great. she thought, panting. Putting on an extra burst of speed, she rounded a corner, and entered the hallway where the History of Magic class was located. Unfortunately, Zee managed to trip over her own shoes, and fell. Her own momentum slid her forward...
WHAM!
From inside the classroom, the door rattled terribly. There was silence behind it for a few seconds. Then some rather blistering curses could be heard, along with the sound of someone picking themselves up.
After a moment, Zee entered, holding her head tenderly. "Sorry I'm late." she said, shakily, and took the seat closest to the door. The room swam before her eyes for a few moments, before coming to a standstill. Peering at the board, she read the professor's name, and the assignment. She pulled out a piece of paper, and a quill, and set them before herself with deliberate care. Then, she started writing, all the while, one hand was rubbing a spot on her head rather vigorously.
One would assume Zee Oddwyn, being a Ravenclaw student, to be a person with some amount of knowledge, or at least common sense, at her disposal. Those who know her would probably question such an assumption. Zee is doing just that at the moment. Zee has been known to make rather unintelligent decisions in certain situations. One such example, would be that, one night, being unable to sleep, Zee elected to sneak out of the Ravenclaw Dorms to watch the stars. This led her, eventually, to the Graveyard. Here, Zee soon found herself in the company of two other girls, Mable and Ashlle, and one boy. The boy, Kezaa, was dead, though he didn't know it. Mable, however, seemed to be able to tell immediately that Kezaa was dead, and proceeded to try and help him out. However, Zee, Ashlle, and Kezaa were skeptical and very rude to Mable, who left after a bit. In the end, though, Mable managed to bring Kezaa back. Due to other things happening at that time, Zee was unable to think about the significance of this, but, during a long vacation, Zee came to realize that she'd made a mistake in automatically labeling Mable as a hack. Being back at Magic Horizons, Zee know plans to find Mable and make it up to her. However, Zee has a massive headache, and a possible concussion, and would like to ask Professor Windwaltz if she can go to the Hospital Wing.
A good story, I was actually wondering myself how dear Kezaa came back to life...but I'm going to take off for your avid mix of present and past tense, and since this is a historical essay, it is supposed to be in past. 10 points for Ravenclaw. And yes, you may go to the Hospital Wing. Hurry on now.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Jun 10, 2005 16:37:41 GMT
I've had many adventures realized Ashlle thoughtfully, But I don't really think any of them will do. Most are supposed to be kept secret after all. She thought or a while, Going over her training with Chris and Kezaa and her first few days when the school kept being attacked and set on fire. Finally she decided on a more recent and less exciting adventure. One often wonders about the Great people of our time. Where did they learn their magic? What Social Class are they from? When did they first fully realize their gifts? This is the story of one of those people, and of how the realized -fully- the truth of their background.
Ashlle Gloria Rainier was the Last of the Rainiers. She had been alone all her life until she came to Magic Horizons and made a few friends. One day, one of these friends a wolf by the name of Aminta helped Ashlle discovered the answer to a mystery that had been haunting her since she'd retuned to her ancestral home of Rainier Castle in Ireland.
Rainier Castle had fallen into disrepair by the time Ashlle returned to it. There was dust every where trees growing into the windows and snakes, Dead snakes everywhere. All were encaged in proper enclosures, yet with the lack of people to take care of them they had all expired from hunger.
Ashlle was wondering about this on and off ever since she'd arrived a Magic Horizons. On this particular day she was moving out of her temporary home in the Gamekeepers Cabin, and retuning to the Gryffindor Loft in the school. She had read only a few days ago in the Libraries Pureblood Ancestry section that the Rainiers had been know for having at least one Parcelmouth per Generation.
This of course explained the snakes, but it also raised a new question. Since she was the last Rainier did that mean she had this gift? Once she stopped packing to have a rest, her friend Aminta came out of her den beneath the Cabin, and Ashlle began to talk with her.
Though Ashlle couldn't understand Aminta's answers, Aminta could understand Ashlle. Just as Ashlle was wondering if she really was the last Rainier, wouldn't she have the power of Parceltognue, Aminta got up from her lap and went out to the garden and caught a little garter snake.
Ashlle had never before seen a live snake in her life, so when it began to speak, and Ashlle understood its words plainly, she assumed the snake had been charmed to speak in English. However, after a moment, this was clearly not so. After a small conversation with the snake Ashlle retuned it to it’s garden hole, rejoicing in the fact that now no one could doubt her ancestry, ever again. Ashlle placed her quill on the table and sighed. Just think, someday this will be in a treasury of my work when I am powerful and famous.A parselmouth? In Gryffindor? Hmm...I don't know what to say to that. Why couldn't you understand Aminta? I suppose history itself isn't elabourate very often anyway, so 15 points to Gryffindor.
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Sylph
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Post by Sylph on Jun 10, 2005 18:42:33 GMT
Not all exploits are recorded by the annals of history. Some go unnoticed entirely, or are consigned to a few lines at the bottom of some book on a shelf. However, that does not necessarily make them un-noteworthy.
The tales of one Sylph Corra O'Dell are some such exploits. She came from a long line of pureblooded witches and wizards, the Morgan family, but her father was muggle, and this unique blend gave Sylph a unique personality. The latent talent from her pureblood side and the tenacity and determination of her father led her to all sorts of adventures. Her natural curiosity and unwillingness to back down often led her far from home.
One particular incident occured when she had just started at the Magical Horizons school of witchcraft and wizardry. Wandering the grounds after sunset, as was her wont, she came upon three girls, all Slytherins, in the graveyard, apparently stuck to the ground. When Sylph volunteered to go back to the school for help, she found that she was also trapped there. However, her quick thinking and Morgan intuition saved them, and together they went searching for whatever wanted them to remain in the graveyard.
Led on by a strange flickering light and a mysterious whispering voice, they plunged into the undergrowth near to the Forbidden Forest. There they met with the caster of the spell - a ghost, trapped, just as they had been, brought to it by it's intolerable lonliness. The spectre wished to pass over to the next world, but the girls, not even Sylph, could help the spirit with this. Still, Sylph would not give up. Using nought but her words, she convinced the ghost to set itself free from its own grave, to traverse the school and its grounds without boundaries, to mingle with the other ghosts there. Sylph intent was for the ghost to make the best of its lot - something which she was accostomed to doing. And the ghost listened, and, with encouragement, did as Sylph had suggested.
While this is but a small tale, not to be found in any of the volumes that record our times, it is important to remmeber that while not all things are written, some things are never forgotten.
Sylph sighed. She had almost forgotten about that night, and while she wasn't sure about her essay, she remembered the spirit she had helped with fondness. She hoped he was doing alright now...
And it is that kind of bold attitude to do the right thing that makes you one of Godric Gryffindor's. 15 points to Gryffindor, and 2 extra points for freeing someone from a horrible fate.
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Post by Kyoske Ashlocke on Jun 10, 2005 19:37:21 GMT
Kyoske sat in the back of the class, he could see the board clearly enough to read what was written on it. He understood the basics of the assignment but what to write. He had not done anything at the school or even before it. He knew he had a past but that past was pretty bland at the moment. Surely they teacher didn't want something so boring cluttering his desk up.
He thought for a few moments, the trouble was he had a terrible memory for certain things. Yet he could remember the most mundane facts as a whim. He knew he had gone on a few trips with his parents when he was younger. He remembered a trip to the mountains where he had gotten lost from the rest and had to spend 4 or so hours lost. But that was basic kid stuff, always running away trying to be a adult when you truly didn't even have a idea what you could get into.
He lowered his head to the table, his eyes closed as he tried to think of a memory that would be worthy of this assignment. The Professor had simply given a very normal non detailed summary of his past. But he had the feeling there was much more to it, and he knew the others had to be writing great long stories that would interest him.
Kyoske Ashlocke, a average boy, He was a pure blood, his father a Auruor and his mother just a common house wife. Kyoske was a normal child in most ways. The common little boy who idolized his father and loved his mother. His father and mother both came from wealthy wizarding families, They would often take him on trips where he would get into trouble as any boy would. Kyoske loved to be curious, he would ask question non stop if you let him. His mother would often threaten a Silencing charm on him if he got carried away.
On one of this trips Kyoske, his mother, and his father who as on one of his very few long vacations, went down to Egypt. Kyoske loved the old places, he would ask about the coffins and why they always wrapped the people up in cloth. He was a very independent child, who loved to get things his way. Which was normal for a wizarding child.
One evening about 6, he decided he wanted to go see the pyramids, his parents where getting dressed for a small party with a few of their friends. Well sense they thought their son was getting ready for bed they didn't pay much attention to what he was doing. He on the other hand had climbed out the window, lucky they were placed on the first floor and he only had to go down about four feet to the ground. Well he set off across the sand to one of the near by pyramids to see if he could find any treasure as most boy's do he loved to play those kind of treasure seeking games.
After he reached the pyramid he found a small indent in one of the stones. He had taken his mother's wand, so he poked the spot with the wand telling it to open. Keep in mind the boy was about 6-7 at the time. Well his mother's wand opened the small indent into a small passageway. He of course believing as many children do in their own immortality went inside. The passage way stayed open but it was very dark outside and into the passage. He knew the spell for the light producing charm but couldn't seem to get it to work very well, all he managed was a very dim light. Of course these passageways were interconnected and stretched the whole way across the base of the pyramid, he soon got lost and could not find his way back out.
At this point his parents had come back and found his bed empty and the mother's wand missing. Kyoske's Father used a locating spell to point him in the direction of his wife's wand. Who he hoped still had the wand. Kyoske did have the wand but at this point was so scared the wand began to shot out green and red sparks. This scared the boy even more as he had no clue to make the wand stop. The boy feared he would get into trouble for breaking his mommy's wand.
After about ten minutes his father found the passageway that his son had opened. He knew from the whimpers and crying coming from the darkness his son had gotten lost. So he went inside as well to find his son. Kyoske was found about fifteen minutes later by his father. Who toke him out of the maze of passages. He didn't like the old places much after that but that was of course only for a while, until he went looking for more treasure in rotting old boat, but that is another long story.
Kyoske became flustered as he realized he wrote the story down as a fictional tale, or at least to him it sounded that way, funny that the thing was true. His mother kept her wand with her at all times after that little adventure. But he worried that the teacher would not believe it. He had left out a few details like how long it toke his fa ther to get back out of the passage ways, He smiled at the old memory that had become a haze to him till a few moments ago. He lay down the quill and looked up at the rest of the class and his face flushed as he thought how silly his paper sounded when compaired to what their's must be like
I highly enjoyed your paper, Mr. Ashlocke. It is quite possible that our parents may have known each other - I may be your teacher, but I'm not much older than you are. My Father was Sciezen Windwaltz, the Head Auror at the time. I have very little memories of him, as a father or a hero, seeing how the accident occured when I was five years old. 15 points for Gryffindor, and 2 points for sharing the tale of your Father's paternal affection.
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Post by Hayzie on Jun 10, 2005 20:00:21 GMT
Hayzie took a deep breath. There was nothing else which she could really write about, nothing at all. But writing it all down would be the hardest thing she would ever have to do. Reliving it all over again, forcing memories she had tried to dampen down back to the forefront of her mind.
Sucking on her sugar quill again in a desperate attempt to calm herself down, and trying to get rid of the fearful glint that lay behind slightly widened emerald eyes, Hayzie looked down at her parchment again. How was she supposed to do this? It was an easy assignment, the blonde knew that much. The catch was that her friend, the Professor standing at the front of the class, didn’t have any idea about the event she herself would be writing about… but could she really write about it.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and there was still nothing other than her name and house on the parchment. The panic and fear had spread across her face, and eventually Hayz shook her head, packed her bag up discreetly before standing and leaving the classroom. There was no way she could do this assignment, no way at all.
Hayzie, I'm sorry to say this my friend, but if you can't keep up with my class it's better that you didn't disrupt it. It's a shame, because this was such an easy assignment and points for Gryffindor. Again, I'm sorry, but 0 points to Gryffindor.
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Melody Ravine
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Post by Melody Ravine on Jun 10, 2005 20:22:38 GMT
The assignment was to create a third person storyline that is like a textbook. Refer to my example for help. I'm afraid you can not be excused until you either complete the assignment or turn it in for 0 points. Would you like to try again?
OOC: Simply post your retry under this, if not, edit under this and tell me you give up.
OOC:So much for hasn't been maked yet!!! *glares at he who knows who he is* dont worry its not you talon! nnow as i will say
it took me 2 hours to put it as it is what maks you think im going to change it! *blinks repeatevly* im not kidding i was typeing that out for 2 hours! or maybe a couple mins off but still it was 11:20 something when i started and you saw when it was posted!
I dont know why i bother trying in the first place if my effort goes nowhere! I myself is takeing my character out of this class if what i did aint any use to you! as far as im concered it was a waist of my time!
Sincerly Katrina Marie
Hmm...well, you know...I suppose you did put a lot of effort into it...and failed miserably...I wont' take any points from Ravenclaw. In fact, I'll offer 2 points for the effort.
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Forgoil Halifirien
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Jun 10, 2005 23:36:41 GMT
Forgoil was sitting in the corner of the class that was the furtherest away from the front, and upon hearing what the assignment was, his mind reeled in confusion. Forgoil had thrived on the creation of stories and poetry to express himself, but he never had written anything about himself before. There were not many moments in his life that could be considered important. Unless...he could talk about his journey to Edinburgh. Forgoil's mind rushed with excitement as quill touched paper.
I had leaped from the second story window and hit the ground with a crash. I couldn't feel my legs, but with the screaming of the lady with the cane drawing near, I forced myself to run for as long as possible.
I had escaped the town where the orphanage was located, but did not know where to turn to. It was at this crossroad in my life that I saw how twisted and evil humans can be despite outward appearances. At a distance, people would see me and rush over and see if I was ok, only to back away in horror when they saw my hair. They feared me because of a physical feature, but that isn't what truly defines a person; a person is defined by his beliefs and actions, but humans are so blind to this that they ignore the deeper qualities in people. This trek, physically and mentally, was the hardest journey in my life and the ordeals that I went through became worse.
In some towns, the people treated me as they would for anyone, but there were others that I was kicked out of or beaten until I left. I can't really remember how I arrived in Edinburgh; all I know is that when I was there, I was safe from the outside world and free to be myself. It was there that I found peace and could live in utmost bliss at the old library in the center of the town.
Forgoil didn't know what the professor was expecting out of him at this point in time, but hoped that he had made a satisfactory paper without divulging any of his painful memories.
I'm sorry Mr. Forgoil, but I clearly said that the assignment has to be in third person. You have a chance to redo the assignment in a third person textbook format, or turn in it as it is. (OOC: As said before, if you wish to redo it, do it under this marking in Modify)
Forgoil was sitting in the corner of the class that was the furtherest away from the front, and upon hearing what the assignment was, his mind reeled in confusion. Forgoil had thrived on the creation of stories and poetry to express himself, but he never had written anything about himself before. There were not many moments in his life that could be considered important. Unless...he could talk about his journey to Edinburgh. Forgoil's mind rushed with excitement as quill touched paper.
Forgoil Halifirien never knew who his parents were and because of this he was sent to a orphanage run by a local church. The fact that he had grayish-white hair at birth wasn't going to help him; it categorized him as a freak. Living in an orphanage is a horrible way to grow up and this caused Forgoil to run away. He had leaped from the second story window and hit the ground with a crash. Forgoil couldn't feel his legs, but with the screaming of the lady with the cane drawing near, he forced himself to run for as long as possible.
He had escaped the town where the orphanage was located, but did not know where to turn to. It was at this crossroad in Forgoil's life that he saw how twisted and evil humans can be despite outward appearances. At a distance, people would see him and rush over and see if he was ok, only to back away in horror when they saw Forgoil's hair. They feared him because of a physical feature, but that isn't what truly defines a person; a person is defined by his beliefs and actions, but humans are so blind to this that they ignore the deeper qualities in people. This trek, physically and mentally, was the hardest journey in Forgoil's life and the ordeals that he went through became worse.
In some towns, the people treated Forgoil as they would for anyone, but there were others that he was kicked out of or beaten until he left. Forgoil couldn't really remember how he arrived in Edinburgh; all he knew was that when he was there, Forgoil was safe from the outside world and free to be himself. It was there that Forgoil found peace and could live in utmost bliss at the old library in the center of the town.
Forgoil hoped that he had successfully met the requirements for the redo, and if not this was going to be a difficult class.
Congratulations Mr. Forgoil, I couldn't have asked for a better redo. You completed the assignment perfectly. 15 points to Hufflepuff and 2 extra points for getting the grasp of it.
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Post by dwts2418 on Jun 11, 2005 5:10:58 GMT
ooc: Hope I'm not too late...
Adam walked slowly and calmly down the final stretch of hallway near the classroom, quite contrary to his running down the hall moments before in order to get there on time. He first looked inside to make sure that this time he had the right room. His misreading of the map was the culprit behind his tardiness. He opened the door slowly and quietly, hoping not to draw attention to himself. He bowed to the teacher, mumbling his apology for being late, and walked towards the back of the room. Adam was not a people person, and was especially uncomfortable when meeting new people, especially authority figures. As he walked to a seat in the back of the classroom, he felt eyes stabbing him in the back like tiny daggers, coated with the poison of mockery. Perhaps he was being paranoid, he had been known to be that way from time to time, but he they could all just as easily be laughing at him on the inside.
As Adam took his seat and set down his bag, he sighed inwardly with relief. He may be late, but now at least he could try to make up for it with his work. History happened to be one of Adam's favorite subjects, and it killed him that he was late to his first class. You had to be late to this class, didn't you? Couldn't make a good impression and be early, no, that would be to easy, wouldn't it?. He berated himself silently. Adam looked around the room, and studied the professor. Adam hadn't caught his name, but saw it emblazoned upon the board at the front of the room. Windwaltz. He put the name into the back of his mind along with all the other names he tried hopelessly to remember. Even with his tattered clothing, Adam could see he was a prestigious and formidable man. He hoped he never gave the professor any reason to prove to Adam just how formidable he was.
Adam looked around and noticed that everyone else was working on something, scribbling on their parchment. He realized he must have missed the assignment, but from what was written on the board, and his curious peeks at some of the other students works, he guessed that they were supposed to write about themselves. Wonderful.
Adam took out a quill and piece of parchment, and began to work on his own easy.
For one to understand a person, one must often look to their parents, or other family members, and first see what they are like. In this way, one can learn many fundamental things about a person, just from their relatives. But, this approach can be fatally flawed, for if the parents are of dark persuasion, one might gather that so is the offspring of such monsters, and think or act negatively towards that person. It is a shame, but such was the early life of Adam Desero.
Adam was born in a wealthy neighborhood in the United States. He was taught from birth that the pure blood witches and wizards of the world are better in every way shape and form than their fellows of mixed blood. Though he was taught this way, Adam never quite realized his parents reasoning behind their claims. His parents tried to explain it to him, that was just the way it was, wizards and witches were meant to marry other wizards and witches, not "filthy muggles". It contaminated the blood, they said, and marred the family forever. Adam often listed attentively to what his parents said, but never put stock in their foolish beliefs.
When Adam was six, he went through a phase many young children go through, especially boys. He wanted to explore everywhere. His parents did not care where he went, except they forbid him from going to the town outside his family's estate. Adam's parents did not want him wandering the streets alone, lest some "disgusting half breed" find him. Adam snuck out one day, ignoring his parents wishes, another trait similar in almost all young boys. He wandered the town for a while, but quickly became lost. He had found an isolated playground and sat on a swing crying for an hour, when suddenly he felt a tug on his shirt.
Adam turned around, and saw what he thought to be the most beautiful girl in the world. She introduced herself as Ally, and she asked him what was wrong, When he told her he was lost, she offered to play with him until his parents found him. The two spent hours playing together, and hardly noticed the passage of time. For the first time in his life, Adam thought he was in love. As the sun was setting, the Ally's father came by to pick her up. Adam began to cry again, as he found himself yet again without a companion. The father offered to take him to his house where he could call Adam's parents. Adam was elated to find out he could spend more time with his new friend, and eagerly agreed. As they rode in the car on the way to the Ally's house, Adam found out that they were also a magical family, but the her mother was a muggle. Adam didn't care, she was nice to him, why would it matter if her family wasn't pure blooded?
When they arrived at the house, the father smiled and asked Adam what his phone number was. Adam didn't know, and told the man as much, but the man just kept smiling, and asked Adam what his last name was, so that he could find his phone number. Adam smiled because he knew the answer to that question. As he answered, he noticed the grin on the father's face wither. He asked Adam to repeat himself, slower this time, because he didn't think he had heard him right. Adam repeated his name for the man, and was rewarded with a dark scowl.
The man yelled at Adam to stay away from his daughter, and go back to his own kind. He quite literally threw Adam out the door, and onto the sidewalk, cutting Adam's lip, and skinning his knee in the process. He told Adam to never come back. He wasn't wanted here, and that he didn't want his daughter to play with a monster like him. The thing that hurt him even more than his cuts and bruises, and the man's vicious assault, was the look on Ally's face, the evil glare she gave him as Adam stared up at her from the sidewalk. Adam cried for half an hour, before finally being found by his parents on the sidewalk right outside that very same house. On the ride home they tried to comfort him, while explaining why the man would do such a thing. He was not pure blood, and because of that, he was jealous of those who were. That and many other similar answers were all Adam would ever receive for his questioning.
Adam grew up, and never did put any faith into his parent's discriminatory teachings, but somewhere deep inside, he still wondered if there wasn't a kernel of truth in all the lies. He never quite felt the same innocent love he felt for Ally towards another person. Never again would he have... a friend.
Adam sighed as he set down the quill. A single tear fell from his cheek and splashed soundlessly upon the parchment.
I'm very sorry for you, Mr. Desero. I too grew up in an American pureblood family, though my entire family respected muggles and half-bloods and considered them just as good or bad as any pureblood family. It must be horrible to have such discriminating parents. 15 points for Ravenclaw, and 2 extra points for reliving such a horrid moment.
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Post by Faerlain on Jun 12, 2005 0:35:51 GMT
Yawning slightly, Faye blinked and stared at the assignment for a few moments. Now this was certainly a new way of teaching... but then again, this professor certainly looked like one of the school's former head boys. But perhaps she was mistaken- after all, she didn't know of any students who came back to Magic Horizons after graduating.
Blinking a few more times, she took a quill and a piece of parchment from her bag and set them carefully on her desk. But now... what to write about? There had been so many memories since she came to the school nearly two and a half years ago. It would almost be hard for her to pick just one.
Twiddling her thumbs for a few moments, she sighed and looked around the classroom. It seemed like a few other students were having problems figuring out what to write about as well- so at least she wasn't the only one. After a few moments of careful thought, her quill finally touched the parchment and she began.
Faerlain Darien Hufflepuff House 6/10/05
Upon arriving at Magic Horizons, every student is bound to have a new and interesting experience. Faerlain was no exception, of course, though over the course of her schooling she has enjoyed being the exception to many rules.
She came fresh out of a custody dispute between her abusive muggle father and pureblood mother. Rather than being the bubbly, over-the-top young girl she once was, the fighting and constant pressure had reduced her to a mere shell of her former self. She entered the school one rainy night, soaked from head to toe and honestly not knowing what to expect.
And then there was Xavier.
He had been a friend to her when she was little, until life had changed, people had moved and they had finally drifted apart. But suddenly he was there for her again- there to share the pain of her parent's separation and to welcome her into a new life. He was the same green haried guy she'd always known and cared about- up until the day everything changed.
She had only briefly met his lycan girlfriend Sealla, but from the moment she discovered that the woman was a lycan there were a few suspicions. It was obvious that Xavier cared for her and that she loved him in return, but that didn't stop Faye from worrying about him. Unfortunatly, she didn't worry in vain.
She never knew excatly how it happened, but Xavier was bitten. And from that moment on, she knew that things had changed. He wasn't around as much. He moved from the Slytherin dorms into the lycan tunnels and Faye rarely dared to venture in there just to visit him.
And so things changed; life moved on. He was certainly someone she could never forget.
Ah, finally finished. Putting down her quill, she rolled up her parchment and turned it in, then returned to her desk to wait until the rest of the class finished. Just writing that had made her begin to wonder all the things in Xavier's life that she must have missed by now.
Of course she had heard about Sealla's death, the terrible shame that it was. But he was a father now, which was no suprise to the brown haired prefect. He always did have such a way with children.
Sighing, she swung her legs idily and waited for her paper to be returned.
Sealla? Somehow that name is familiar to me...regardless, good work Ms. Darien. 15 points for Hufflepuff.
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Lottie
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Post by Lottie on Jun 12, 2005 18:48:26 GMT
It had taken Lottie a long time, but she had finally found her sugar cubes, restocked the bag in her pockets, and sidled down to History of Magic. Okay, she was a little bit late, but as she always said, things are better done late than never.
Slipping silently in to a seat in the row in front of Faye, Lottie read the assignment on the board and quickly popped a sugar cube into her mouth. How strange. Write a story? Lottie had moved away from Muggle School to escape English lessons, and still ended up having them?
Screwing up her nose, the brown haired girl removed her quill from her bag and took out some parchment, straightening it before beginning to write her assignment. Already, she knew that the subject she was going to write about would bring back the nightmares she secretly had each night.
Taking a shuddery breath, and popping another sugar cube into her mouth while the Professor was looking down, she began to write. Although her handwriting wasn't the best in the world, it was still readable.
[glow=orange,2,300]
Lottie McCartney Hufflepuff -- Second Year
There was once a girl called Lottie McCartney who was a twin and she and her sister came to Magic Horizons to go to school but she hardly sees her twin any more but she might have done when this story happened so I'll tell you it now.
One day Lottie and Wyl went to the ministry to go and see if they could help Ariana who was her twin but the ministres wasnt around anywhere and so they went in and thought it was strange that no one was there because usually there is but then out of nowhere came a vampire who knoked Wyl out and took Lottie to the vampire caves where the ministress was and they stayed there for a while.
The ministress got hurt a lot and Lottie helped her to wake up again a few times but there was another girl who was freinds with the vampire and she was nasty but Lottie got out and tried to find her way back to the commen room but then ran into another vampire who helped Lottie and the Ministress get out away from the vampire who was going to hurt both of them again.
Lottie and the ministress didn't know why they were their but they were both glad to get out even if they never do see each other again they will have somthing in commen.[/glow]
Rereading back over her work, brown eyes wide with fear, the small girl barely noticed the lack of punctuation of the number of spelling mistakes she had made and rolled it up, not wanting anyone else to see. Even Faye didn't know what had happened in the Lair, and she intended to keep it that way.
A little shaken, Lottie walked to the front of the room and handed in her assignment, hoping for a pass grade at least.
Very good, Miss McCartney, though for future reference it's much more reasonable to put descriptions for everyone in the story. (e.g. Wyl) 15 points for Hufflepuff, and 2 points for saving the Ministress of Magic. Though I'm sure she rewarded you much more than 2 points!
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Post by blatzbombberkely on Jun 13, 2005 16:57:30 GMT
Judi sighed and finally got to work on her paper. She was rather anti-school work/homework. She gracefully slid her quill into the ink and begin.
Being brought up by muggles was a tough thing, I didn't even know I was a pureblood wizard. Therefore I never really had any experiences. Except once, when I was in a orphange, I was always picked on. Complely different than those kids. And one day, they stole all my food and dirtied up the areas I worked so hard upon to clean. So...in anger I stared at them. In my head I just wished something bad would happen. My heart filled with rage as I watched them devor my food. Suddenly a green flash appeared and one of them was dead while the otheres were paralzyed. I had to move to another orphange....
Judi smirked and walked up to the front of them room and turned in her assignment, she strutted back to her seat, taking it and swinging her feet upon the table. Then pulled out a piece of gum and started chewing.
Very macabre, Miss Lee, though it states on the directions that it has to be written in a third person textbook format, not a first person diary format. 5 points for Slytherin.
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