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Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 9, 2004 18:29:59 GMT -5
prolly would be a good idea
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 9, 2004 21:08:56 GMT -5
can't make this easy, can we?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 18, 2004 14:26:31 GMT -5
The order had been formed again. This had been Sirius's home (until he fell through the veil) and is still today the strong hold for the Order of the Phoenix. People tend to come and go all day. Any new info on Voldemort is discussed here, when there is time.
Zack walked in and waved at Vivian, "Am I late?"
“Nope,” she replied. “Actually you're early which is good because you can help me get ready.”
She handed him some parchment and a quill and gestured for him to take a seat.
“You've just been elected the recorder. Have fun.”
She sighed and shifted some papers around. “First we’ll need to take a roll call but the meeting doesn't start for another 20 minutes so....how's life been treating you recently Zack?" He quickly grabbed the recording items as they're shoved at him.
"Oh boy... the Secretary... Life, you say? Well, I've got the distinct feeling something bad is going to happen in the near future, but I'm no Seer. Besides that, yeah, I'm just peachy. How about you, Viv?"
“Oh, good .” Her eyes went slightly out of focus. “You should stay away from reindeer cheese and deserted moors…. you're futures not to bright. Her eyes coming back in focus she continued on with her previous train of thought as if nothing had happened. “I’m having a wonderful year. How bout you?”
"Stay away from reindeer cheese and deserted moors you say? Well... it's a little late for the latter, but as for the former, as good as done. Probably a good thing I never did listen to Divination. My year's been swell."
She shook her head and looked at the ceiling.
“That’s great. So you apparently took a trip how'd it go."
Sitting on the edge of the table, Vivian crossed her legs to be more comfortable.
He grinned sheepishly. "Well... you were right on that account, the whole stay away from the moors bit... But hey, it wasn't my fault... how was I supposed to know there's a werewolf cult in the moors that are dedicated to serving Voldemort? Apparently... they've figured out how to transform without the help of the moon. Which really isn't much of a help at all for the rest of us who just want to take a walk..."
"That‘s not a good thing.” She gave him a crooked smile. “So your trip didn't go all to well I take it?"
He stood up and proceeded to limp over to a counter to lean against it.
"No. I can't say it did go all that well. And I have until Tuesday to figure out what I'm going to do with myself." She watched him limp over to the counter and frowned.
"Ah well I wish you luck with that."
She stretched and pointed at his leg. "I think you need someone to look at that."
Grinning slightly he said, “Nah, the new metabolism's handling it just fine. It's just the new metabolism I worry about."
She grimaced. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
He laughed harshly. "Nah, I'm okay. Thanks though."
"Ok." She said staring blankly at the wall searching for something to say. Finally she looked back at Zack.
"Why did you go into the moors to begin with?"
"Because I thought it'd be fun. I knew that there would be werewolves out there, that's why I planned it close to the full moon so they'd be too messed up to try anything, but not so close that I couldn't get back to Hogwarts. I just never planned on a Voldemort cult." shrug* "I did want to trek the moors. It just sounded entertaining at the time."
"I’m guessing your feeling angry at yourself for that."
He gave her an ironic smile. "Just a little bit. Certainly makes me wish I'd listened to the people in the Three Broomsticks."
"Maybe next time you'll listen to advice."
"Whatever you say, Viv, but you should know I'm too headstrong to listen to advice.”
She looked at the clock and sighed in irritation.
"What’s taking everyone so long?"
She stood up and stretched. "You’re sure your not hungry or thirsty?"
He thought for a bit. "Well, maybe I will take you up on your offer for food."
"What do you want?” She asked opening up a cupboard. “I can make sandwiches and sandwiches and sandwiches. Whatever one of those you want is fine by me." She smiled and turned around only to find Zack right behind her.
She gasped and hit him playfully on the arm. "Don't you ever do that again." He smiled evilly. “I think I'll have the sandwich." He said poking Vivian playfully to make his point.
She giggled. “Hey,” She cried out lightheartedly, “You stop that at once.”
He looked at her innocently. "Stop what?"
"Stop poking me.” She responded childishly. “So what kind of sandwich do you want?"
"I'm not poking you, you're poking yourself. As for that sandwich, I'll have whatever you are." "No you poked me." She muttered, before making herself busy with the sandwich ingredients. "I’m have roast beef. Is that all right?" "No I didn't." Zack took Viv's hand and made her poke herself. "You poked your self, I just saw you. And roast beef sounds wonderful." She laughed. "Gee thanks Zack."
Finishing off the sandwiches, she placed them on plates and handed him one.
"You know what’s funny. I haven't been so excited about anything for so long." Gwen Combe, one of the only students allowed in the Order, walked in unannounced and looked at what Zack and Vivian were eating.
“Hey, have I missed anything big?” She asked eyeing the sandwiches. “I’m so hungry. Can I have one?”
"No, nothing big. We're just waiting for everybody else. Going partially insane because of it, but that's nothing." Vivian took the hose next to the faucet and squirted Zack.
"Here Gwen," she said handing her the sandwich she had just made.
He sputtered. "Hey! That was uncalled for!"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 18, 2004 14:46:15 GMT -5
He shook, dog-like, then tried to wring the wet garments out with his hands “Are you ok?" She asked, stifling her laughter, and got him a towel. Zack took the towel and tried to dry himself off some more. "Well, when it starts to smell like wet dog, it's not my fault."
Gwen groaned. “'Jeez you people are crazy. Get a room.” She looked around the house. “There are plenty.”
Vivian wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Ew...him?" She started laughing.
He looked at Gwen, then at Viv, then back to Gwen. "You've gotta' be kidding." Vivian looked at him, surprised that the comment hurt, picked up sponge and lobbed it at him.
The sponge smacked him full in the face. "Oh... you are so dead!" he yelped, and started to chase Vivian. "Eep!" She squealed running out of the room and up the stairs laughing the entire time. "Stay away" She shouted over her shoulder.
"You snooty Ravenclaws are all the same! You can deal it but you can't take it!" He grabbed wet sponge and took it with him.
"Uh oh." She said once seeing the sponge he was wielding in his arm like a grenade.
He hurled it with the strength borne from years of playing Beater and watched as it hits her in the back of the head. "10 points! I win!"
"Ow!” She yelped, rubbing at her soaked head. “What was in that sponge?" “Love and a little TLC. Dirty dishwater... Dead sea life... Lots of stuff. But I still win." "Ok....ew.” Vivian immediately dropped her hand. “TlC?” She asked giving him a questioning look.
"Well, sponges are dead sea creatures. It makes sense. TLC? You've never heard of TLC? Someone needs a hug. TLC is Tender Loving Care." "I know what TLC means.” she said indignantly. “I just didn't expect to hear it coming from your mouth."
Gwen smirked watching them run around the house like two year olds.
“I rest my case!” She yelled.
She turned around and looked at the mess made by Vivian’s sandwich escapade. “I’m the one still in school and I have to take care to them.” She grumbled as she started to clean up the mess. Once done with that she towards the stairs.
Vivian and Zack came down the stairs slowly as if afraid of Gwen.
"What did we do now?" Vivian asked the angry teenager.
"I don't know and why am I in front again?” Zack whined.
Vivian shrugged and put on her best innocent expression.
“So you don't have to face the wrath of Gwen? Oh good... good. I believe we can start the meeting, can't we?"
"Yes I suppose we can…”she said hesitantly sitting down on one of the chairs. “I thought more were coming but..."
"Oh well,” said Zack, sitting across from her. “When Voldemort rises again, they'll be the first to go, the selfish gits."
"Now that's not very nice Zack." She reprimanded but the effect was lost because she was grinning. "But it's true."
“Be nice you two,” interjected Gwen, who had had just about enough of them. “So what is the first thing we need to talk about?. You two are capable of putting away your childish antics at least for a little while, right?”
Silently she thought, ‘If Voldemort rises again their be the first to go.’
"Well... I've got a few ideas, but as I'm not officially in charge, I guess I'll let Viv take the floor. But I'll take the microwave, the stereo and the TV." He grinned proudly at his stupid joke. "Smart alec." Vivian muttered. "Anyway my ideas are usually crap I just run the program here. Zack, you had or have ideas you speak."
He shrugged. "I've been doing some thinking... okay... brooding... on my little encounter of the too close kind and came up with the fact that there's a werewolf cult out there waiting for Voldemort to rise again. I think that's kind of important, but maybe that's just me... Care to discuss?"
"Do we have to?" She whined.
"Trust me,” he said. “I'm all for chasing you around the house, but I do believe that someone here is a crankypants so we may want to actually help the resistance against Voldemort, not just play. Plenty of time for that up at the school." She sighed. "True. I just don't want to hear you tell your story again." Shuddering she continued. “I don’t think I can handle it.” Seeing Zack’s glare she quickly adds, “Your story telling is wonderful though."
"I wasn't planning on telling my hellish tale again, Viv. I was planning on just talking about it, why the hell they've decided to camp in the moors and how they make their stuff that makes 'em change. I'm curious."
"I'm curious about that too. I honestly didn't think it was possible, if someone told me it was I'd say they were insane. But now I know better. I don't think there’s anything we can do about it."
"Exactly,” he remarked. “It bugs me. I also wouldn't mind knowing who is keeping them informed of the Dark Lord's movements. I think... If I knew, I'd be willing to go out there and spy."
"Then it's a good thing you don't know. I do not want you going back there. You scared me enough the first time." A small, sad smile lifted the corners of Zack's mouth. "I'm touched, Viv. But didn't you say in the induction that there was a chance I could die? Well, I'll take that other chance that I might not. Someone has to find out. Who better than the guy that got a quick look first hand?"
“I'm still not comfortable with the idea. and I’d rather no one dies while I’m in charge so...just not yet ok?" She pleaded.
He shrugged. "Whatever you say. To be perfectly honest, I'm not quite ready to go back. This was a long week."
“Well I agree,” said Gwen. “There must be something out there that is keeping all of the creatures informed on everything that is going on with Voldemort. Anyway if you guys want to go and act like children who am I, a 5th year student, to stop two professors. So go do what you want I'll finish cleaning up the table.
“What are you talking about Gwen?" Vivian watching her clean the table warily. "Right well this meeting isn't going anywhere fast is it?"
"Of course not.” Zack replied, propping his feet up on the table. “It rather died before it began. I blame it on the people that take too long to arrive. But that's okay."
"That's a good philosophy you know. Blame everything on people who don't even know about it."
“Hey don’t blame me for being late.” Gwen mumbled. “Blame Viv for not telling me about anything.”
She smiled. "You need any help Gwen?" “Only if you want to help.” Gwen answered.
"Definitely," he stood up and stretched, then clears his paper towel/plate and dumps it in the trash. "Save the Earth, woo, woo."
"You do realize you're a walking contradiction don't you?” said Vivian taking a dish rag and wiping the spot on the table where Zack’s shoes had just been. “Save the world then throw things away. It's called recycling. Ever heard of it?"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 18, 2004 14:47:20 GMT -5
“Ok now who’s up for a game?” Gwen asked throwing a paper towel at Zack. “Your it!”
"Yay!” Vivian squealed. “More tag."
Zack giggled insanely. "Wanna play 'Duck, Duck, Goose' instead?"
Vivian smacked her forehead in exasperation. "Here we go again. God help us." “What? I can't be a vampire and witch on top of a wizard and werewolf? And have an affection for greasy haired gits and a cochan with wings? Or is it that your jealous because you're boring and love a vampire that's in love with a child vampire that went and got married on a remote moon with an undead assassin?”
“You two are insane,” said Gwen impatiently. “So what game are we playing or are you two going to leave me out of your little game?”
Zack shrugged. "I don't care. What ever Vivian wants to play, I will play.” He bowed low.
"Wow. He bows. Yes you can play and I really could care less what we play. And Gwen I'll take that as a compliment."
“I knew I was insane from the moment I was born. And that's saying something. Let's play... tidy up 12 Grimmauld Place..."
"That sounds like fun.” Vivian enthused, wondering why she was going along with this, “And you can't be that insane."
Gwen whined, “I don’t want to clean anymore. Cleaning is not fun plus what else is there left to clean.”
"Fine, we won't clean. What do you want to do then?"
"Well, since nobody wants to play a game and no one want to talk about the Dark Lord and no one wants to clean, what else is there to do? Shadow puppets?"
"Shadow puppets Zack?" Vivian asked incredulously.
“You two are so mean to me. You want to play when I want to work. And when I want to play, you want to work.”
"Everything fun happens when you don't want it," said Vivian. “That’s life.
“I’m not making anymore decisions round here.” Gwen declared in a huff.
"Well someone better. We can't just sit here all day.....Well we can but that's not progress that’s the opposite of progress. I think we need to hold a vote because that's what people do when they can't decide things. They hold votes. Ok all in favor of playing raise your right foot."
"The opposite of 'pro' is 'con'. Therefore, the opposite of 'progress' is 'congress'. So I move that we should not hold a vote and run around willy nilly until we fall down and go to sleep."
Vivian stared oddly at him. "That’s… um… interesting Zack. So there’s one motion anyone want to second that motion?"
"Me! I wanna second my motion!"
"You can't second your own motion, you fruit cake. But I can second your motion. So I second that motion."
"I wasn't seconding my own motion.” Zack argued. “That was someone else. Someone that magically appeared after I ODed on painkillers through no fault of my own. Actually, there are many other people around."
"Hi."
"Hello."
"What up, dawg?"
"Good eve'n."
"Evenin' ma'am."
“That’s quite scary you know.” Vivian said shrinking away from him.
"Not to mention the fact that it gets real annoying in the middle of the night when you're trying to sleep and they just won't shut up."
"I say! That was uncalled for."
"Shut up."
She looked uneasily at him. "You're not serious are you? Cause if you are....then I feel for you."
"Meeeeee-ow."
He twitched. "That ones the worst of all... especially toward the moon..."
"Oh you poor, poor baby.” She said teasingly. “Wait meowing at the moon?" She snickered. "Well I think its your fault you’re like this so don't pass the blame."
“Nah, I find I have to chase that one when the moon's waxing. It's not fun. And I'm not blaming anyone."
“Jeez you two are crazy.” Gwen said exasperatedly. “I go away for one minute and I miss a lot. Anyway so can some one tell me what we are doing?”
“Nothing.” Vivian answered. “We’re doing absolutely nothing.”
"Look, we've gotta do something. Gwen can keep an eye out on stuff at Hogwarts seeing as how that's pretty much all she can do, Viv and I have more freedom, me more so than you for a couple of reasons which I'm not going to go into right now. Until we have a clearer idea of what things are happening out there with the Dark Lord, we can't do much of anything. I'll take another week off, go meet the werewolves and find out what I can from them, how they can change, what they're waiting for, etc. Viv, keep your eyes and ears open, and we'll try and decide where to go from there. Sound fair? I'll call another meeting when I've found something."
"I say, good chap, here, here!"
"Shaddupa your mouth!"
Gwen nodded in acknowledgement of her new duties. “My eyes and ears are wide open at school.”
Jenni walked into the room looking rather sheepish. "Um...sorry I’m so late, but it's been crazy and I didn’t get the password until recently.” She looked pointedly at Vivian. “Not that I’m blaming anyone. I've just been kind of busy..." She looked at the ground then, hurrying to change the subject she looked around the room. "Looks like a little cleaning is needed around here. Do we have any plans?"
Zack's eyebrow raised slightly and looked at Gwen.
"Seems as though someone else wants to clean this dump. As far as plans go, I already suggested something but I have yet to get so much as a blink from Vivian, let alone an okay. That's why people think I'm weird, all my brilliant, normal plans are shrugged off, but my weird ones nobody soon forgets. It's really quite prejudiced."
"Jeez, I doze off and already everyone is upset with me. I guess Zack’s plan is ok....if I could remember what it was...or maybe it's better that I just don't know." She sighed. "So I’m guessing all we're going to do at this meeting is clean this place up....not like it doesn't need it but...."
"Perhaps. Onward!" He leaves, changing himself into a different form with black hair, eyes, pale skin and a poker face and starts to hum the Brunnen G Fight Song. "V-O-A-O! Ohm-va-ah-ray! V-O-A-Rah!..."
Watching him for a few moments, Vivian finally figures out the best way to shut him up. She went over to him and whacked him upside the head. "You're scaring people stop it."
He looked hurt. "What? It's only the Brunnen G Fight Song! We need some pep! And if not you, than me definitely! I'm entitled! Besides, be grateful I'm not singing 'I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves' or 'I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts'! Or 'Stanley Tweedle's arse'..." he added thoughtfully.
She shudders. "Fine. Do whatever you like. I’m tired and going to go to sleep now." She sat down on an armchair and closes her eyes immediately dozing off.
Zack blinked rapidly. The smiling evilly he began talking to himself. "Here I go... I'm off to get myself killed! I'm gonna go talk to the werewolves and endanger myself too many times to count... V-O-A-O... Ohm-va-ah-ray... V-O-A-Rah... Ja-room-Brunnen G...!..."
Vivian woke up screaming. "Whatever your going to do Zack don't!” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Please don't. Not another one. We can't afford it this time.”
‘Perhaps she is a good Divination teacher after all’ Zack thought. “So... what's it about Viv? Can't afford to lose another one?"
She hugged her knees to her chest and started rocking back and forth, her face ghostly pale. "Don't…please don't. Don’t want to lose another one to many gone" She started crying quietly.
Going into Jack Sparrow mode, Zack asked. "Too many what, luv?”
"Gone! Didn't you hear me? They're dead gone. I saw it happen to many people gone." She cried harder. "Yes, but that still doesn't answer what is gone. Too much of what. Cuz if it's rum, I'm all for getting it back." "People Zack, people." Her crying slowly dwindled into soft hiccups and a runny nose. Grabbing a tissue she blew her nose loudly.
Out of Jack Sparrow mode and into caring individual mode, Zack said, "Viv, this is the 3rd war. Of course people are gonna die. It's a war."
"Zack come here." She said calmly. He walked over silently and straddled an adjacent chair. "Well?" She reached out and grabbed his hand. "Listen to me Zack. I know this is war and people die. But I just saw how you're going to die and I just don't want that to happen, so please don't do anything rash." She begged.
He rubbed his soul patch thoughtfully. "I can't imagine anything would be much worse than being pierced with silver right now. Unless I'm going to be strapped to a chair, my eyes forced open and made to watch Annie until I die."
"Yes that really wouldn't be pleasant." She looked thoughtful, but happier. "The thing is that every prediction and/or prophesy I've made about you has come true so...." "So, you'd rather I sit in this house and sulk? Never able to go outside again?"
"No. I don't want that at all. Just no more trips to far off places ok?" "What if I had a spy though? If I had a body guard of sorts? This is important Viv, you can't deny it. If I take too long in finding them, I probably won't be able to get the information we need." "I know it's important, damn it.” she said harshly. “It's just…I don't know." She scowled.
Gwen feeling completely ignored and un useful got up and started to walk up the stairs to the room where she usually stayed when she not at school.
Zack watched Gwen climb the staircase and wondered why Mrs. Black hadn't woken up once the whole time, even when he was singing.
A loud screech echoed through the halls. Both Zack and Viv winced.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 18, 2004 14:48:15 GMT -5
"Darn it." Vivian said shaking head sadly and stood up. "Was it too much to hope she wouldn't notice us?"
Entering the hall they saw Tonks pale as the portrait screamed obscenities at her. “You know that the first meeting needs to start right, but if you feel like going on and on about something I don't care. Oh and if anybody pokes you Zack don't get mad at them it’s there homework.”
"Tonks, this is the first meeting!" Zack yelled over the wailing of Mrs. Black. "It's almost as if she had read my mind or something..." Zack muttered to himself as he yanked the curtains closed over her contorted face. He slumped against the wall and sighed, "God how I hate that woman and I never even knew her."
“Hey all!” Tova said entering behind Tonks. The one of the last students they allowed at these meetings. “Sorry I've been gone, I've been out of town. So, catch me up...what's going on?”
"Not a whole lot.” Zack said, tiredly. “In fact, not much of anything really..."
"Just a lot of tag and a little discussion a lot of begging and some sleeping not much for excitement." Vivian sighs. "We really should be talking bout something but.....I'm pretty much against everything he says." *She jerked a finger in Zack’s direction.
"I keep trying to risk my life but people won't have it. They seem to have taken a liking to me. Imagine that..."
She smiled and nudged him in the side with her elbow. "It's not that hard." He laughed, leading everyone back into the den. "She who made me blue and dumped a plate of food on my head? Aw, you're too good to me."
Gwen entered the room shortly after everyone had situated themselves.
"Hey everybody." She said glancing around the room. "How is everyone doing?”
Jenni walked in and sat down in the nearest chair. “Well it seems that mostly everyone is here. I think we should have an actual meeting.” Gwen announced. “Good idea.” Tova said agreeably. “We should have an actual person in charge though, to call and run the meeting. Maybe Zack or Viv?”
"I vote Viv.” Zack said quickly. “Too much responsibility for my immature nature. And with any luck, people will keep joining up and signing up for the Order, so everybody will not always 'just be here', some haven't signed up yet. We still don't have a plan for the future yet, and we don't have a plan of action. We have but two things, Jack and $#^% and Jack left town. Forgive my French, but we need to do something. And I dare anybody present to say I haven't been trying."
Everyone eyed Zack cautiously, wondering if he wasn’t going mad.
“So,” Gwen said after some time. “Who is up for starting the meeting and I don’t mean just saying yes I’m up for the meeting actually say something useful to the meeting.” “I think Voldemort is contacting his Death Eaters...they're probably trying to build a small army again.” Tova said. “I think our main job right now is to try and convince as many people as possible that Voldemort is back and get them to join the Order.” I agree with Tova,” said Gwen.
“Well, with our little militia, we're talking guerrila warfare at best, slaughter at worst. We need numbers. We need people to go to the different factions, the giants, the goblins, etc. I don't care what Viv says on this, but I don't want students handling diplomatic missions like that. Students, Prefects, I don't care. Not that I wouldn't trust you but, to be perfectly honest, we need as many of these easily swayed groups on our side as we can get. And if for some reason (and there will be lots of them) things turn ugly, you have to know how to get out of there fast. That's why I say ages 19 and up on this one. There will most certainly more chances to get your hands dirty. Probably holding down the fort, leaning in close to kids whose parents are known to be Death Eaters... A Dueling Club wouldn't be without its merits. I dunno. I've run out of ideas. But I'm leaving for the werewolves tomorrow. We can't loose anybody or any information source.”
“I hate to say it but I think Zack is right. That age group leaves me out but Tova and I can watch around school. Dueling sound fun also if any anyone starts up the DA we have that.”
“Yes, I'd still very much like to know what became of that... Maybe the DA can be the primary place for students, but a few delegates from the DA can report to the Order, tell us what's happening and so forth. Tova and Gwen are competent, they'd be good for it, if they're willing.
If we're to do a Dueling Club, a staff member has to agree to supervise (for obvious reasons). I think it's a decent idea though, to help for the time you happen to be cornered and you've got your wand on you. I did happen to pick the idea up from the Flying Lesson.” “I’m for starting a dueling club at the school.” Jenni replied. “I’ll run it. I am the charms professor. That way we can see if we have any potential in our midst. Almost a secret way of training them.” “Well, let's start up a dueling club then.” Zack said. “How about sticking it in the Room of Requirement? Or the Great Hall... someplace with lots of room.”
“I'll start up the D.A.” Tova added. “I might need some help thought, but I will definitely start. I can report back here about any potential/threats...so yeah. I'll get on that”
“Right then... let's get to it, I guess. I guess I'll be taking that week off and Vivian, not one word.”
“But I…” “No. No more idle talk. I joined up to entertain myself with so now I'm gonna make it worth something. See ya later, folks.” He walked out to do work on his mysterious agenda.
Vivian gaped as the door swung shut behind him. “Why did he leave? Did anybody catch why he leaving?” Standing up she muttered a few choice words under her breath.
“He never listened to me.” She exclaimed angrily as she ram out the door after him.
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 27, 2004 0:14:37 GMT -5
I'm starting where the Teacher's Lounge gets really fun, but I've only got about 5 pages. I'll post when I've got a more respectable amount.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 14:17:31 GMT -5
hmmmm ok then i could prolly start on more minor sections...*shrug*
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 14:19:19 GMT -5
i'd like to make where viv drinks the potion be the end of a chapter and inside his head be another. there'd be enough material from his head and the three broomsticks ends before she drinks it. or is that the potions office. that has to be fixed, it's kinda weird.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 14:21:35 GMT -5
yes that does theres a lot of times when that happens though
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 14:24:18 GMT -5
ttb has to come first. that's where she tells him she's gonna hit him on the head. unless you want her to tell him at dinner since it's already kinda established that she doesn't know roux in ttb.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 16:50:01 GMT -5
true hm im not sure what would work better?
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 16:56:33 GMT -5
ttb, dinner then freak out is looking easier. but we'd both have to rewrite it
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 17:14:36 GMT -5
yup so when do you want to get started on that
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 17:36:04 GMT -5
whenever's convenient. or whenever we're creative
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