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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 21, 2004 19:34:43 GMT -5
(first year... obviously. what year was harry born?)
Zack takes a last look at his schedule, then one at the massive moving staircases. He swears and tries to find a safe route up, taking the stairs at a run. He was supposed to be in the DADA classroom, but he couldn't, for the life of him, find it. Somehow... he managed to find himself in a musty corridor with a drap door at the bottom of a big room. He had no chance to investigate further, as a massive sneezing fit shook his small frame and made him tumble back out and land, sprawled, at the top of a staircase that decided to move again. 'NO!' he yelled, regaining his wits a bit too late. He was taken to another section of the castle that was at least 10 minutes at a brisk walk from where he needed to be. He sighed, and tried another staircase, almost running into a girl who also wasn't looking where she was going...
(dun dun DUN!)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 21, 2004 19:46:17 GMT -5
(he was born in 1981)
Vivian looks miserable as she reads over her time table for the year. It was only the first day of classes and half of them were with the slimy Slytherins. But not her first class, for which she was most thankful. The slytherins were nothing but concieted arseholes, whose sole purpose in life was to make everyone miserable. Yet she was determined not to let any of them bother her this year. But she was happy for the first class was charms and it was the one class she seemed to really understand from her text books. Not bothering to pay attention she ran head long into a first year boy who seemed to be extremely lost, knocking him down in the process.
"Are you alright?" She asks offering the boy a hand up.
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 21, 2004 20:34:03 GMT -5
(Thought as much, thanks. This is Harry's... 4th year, innit? we decided on this somehow, cuz zack was gonna be somewhat timid first year and slowly evolve into a smart ass bastard. you're only one year older me thinks.)
*Poor Zack didn't know what to make of the situation. Not 2 days into the year and already he was messing with people larger than himself. He wished he could remember how he handled this sort of thing before... before... well... he wasn't exactly sure what 'before' was, but he seemed quite mellower and happier then. He swallowed, grabbing up the various objects that had spilled out of his bag and straightening his starchy green and silver tie. He hated formality, but knew there was little he could do about it this time around. Better to scrape together a better than shitty first impression than a totally sucky one.*
"Oh... oh God I so sorry... I didn't look where I was going and I'm really lost and I'm late and I'm gonna get eaten alive, oh God, oh God, oh God..."
*He was moaning and babbling, hoping to save face while helping the girl upright. He knew the 'Oh God,' line was familiar, but he couldn't place it, nor did he have the time. He had to run, he had to get to class.*
"Listen I'm terribly sorry, but i'd really appreciate it if you could point me in the direction of the DADA classroom... please?" he whimpers with a sheepish flash of teeth.
(phew... long!)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 22, 2004 15:30:53 GMT -5
Vivian watched the poor first year hurry to pick up his things wondering if she was ever quite like this in her first year. She hoped he would get over this repeating himself problem he seemed to have or he'd be crushed by the older members of his own house, not to mention every other one.
"It's ok, honestly." She said smoothing out her skirt and giving him a warm smile. "The quickest way to the DADA Classroom is to keep heading the way you were going then take an imediate right, follow the corridor and go down one flight of stairs the classroom should be right there."
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 22, 2004 17:22:14 GMT -5
"Thanks,sir, ma'am, baby, child, whatever!" *He leaps up and darts away, longish hair whipping behind him. That was so... awkward! He couldn't believe that had just happened! He may not have been smooth on principal, but he wasn't that shifty! The bronze and navy tie/badge combo had labeled the girl a Ravenclaw, and Zack knew to stay well enough away from people like that. They thought they knew everything and were determined to let people like himself know it. They got on okay with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, but Slytherins were the outlaws of the school (as he'd been led to believe). It was a firm brotherhood of serpents against the stupid cats, birdies and... badgers of the school. If he didn't have his housemates... he had nobody.
He skidded past the door, not realizing he'd reached it already. He immediately took on a sheepish expression, hoping to placate the teacher. It was only then that he realized he didn't know who this class was with or even who the teacher was. It was enough to make him sweat and start to get a crazy, drugged look in the eye. He reached out tentatively for the door handle to shove it open when he heard the voice inside: "Get in here, Davinski, you're late!" He cringed and slunk in, face burning red.*
Sorry, sir... I got lost and...
Moody: None of that. CONSTANT VIGILANCE! You will stay behind after class. Now, where were we...?
*A Slytherin he'd plunked beside nudged him in the side with an elbow, a sour look on his face that plainly said, 'Good going, fuckmook.' Zack cringed again and hid the rest of the class behind his bag and wand.*
(Should I continue the rest here? Or just go onto another situation?)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 15:25:50 GMT -5
Next situation will work out fine should I start this time or will you since you appear to be the clumsy assed fool here, which is so the oppisite in real life)
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 15:52:42 GMT -5
(good thing, too. he needs a redeaming moment. this is a little later on, a few months)
*Zack was sitting at the lunch table with a few Slytherins around him. He was one of the first ones there and he sort of liked it that way. He new plain enough that he didn't really fit into Slytherin, but he knew he'd stick out that much worse in any of the other houses. It was just as well he was where he was.
The other tables were just as sparse as the Snakes. Good, nobody to look at him. He loaded his plate with different foods that he liked and wolfed it down, lest more people decide to come eat. They filtered in slowly in small groups from various areas of the castle. Ravenclaws (Wavygravyclaws), Hufflepuffs (Huffypuffies) and Gryffindors (Gryffindwarfs) filled the room to capacity. Suddenly, there was a sudden poke to Zack's side making him whirl around, his wand at the ready like Moody had taught him.*
Come out here and fight me like a man, you scurcy cur!
*Instead of the EVIL threat he'd imagined, it was one of his bunkmates...*
(you might wanna enter about now...)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 16:10:04 GMT -5
*Vivian entered the great hall with a scowl firmly in place. Today was not her day and one could tell just by looking at her. Her hair was in tangles in depserate need of a good brushing, her make up was smeared, and her clothing was rumpled. That alone would be enough to put anyone in a bad mood, but the day was progressively getting worse. First someone misplaced all her books clothing and her wand. Then she slipped on a puddle in the hallway thus creating a lovely wet mark on her but, now she had to face the rest of the school like this becasue she was running late as it were. And to top everything off she had Potions first thing this morning with Hufflepuffs. Sighing loudly she thunked down in her seat and buried her head in her hands.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 16:48:53 GMT -5
*Zack bit his lip, sticking his wand back in his robes* Sorry, I... I didn't know. Uh... what's shaking... ...? ... My name's Ross. Right... Ross. Yes, sorry... my throat just kind of double clutched on me there... *sheepish grin* I see... well, at any rate, the rest of our dorm seems to think you haven't got what it takes to be a Slytherin. I do! *Zack was out of his seat. His loyalties would not be questioned this late in time. He had as much cunning and balls as the next Slytherin. Why else was he in with the Snakes?* Really...? Prove it then. *Zack glanced around, a sense of fear creeping up his spine. Prove it? Shit, he'd get in trouble! He couldn't in the Great Hall, could he? But did he have a choice? He leveled his wand at a table on the far end of the hall and whispered some words, not daring to look at his target. It was a fairly simple spell, it turned the victim into and orange-skinned, green-haired midgit. It wouldn't be hard to figure out who he'd wronged...* (Guess who... )
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 16:53:28 GMT -5
*Vivian looked up as she heard the girls around her scream. Looking up? at them. Wait looking up at them. Last time she checked she was the tallest second year in the school. Afraid of what she was abut to see she cautiously stood up, head barely rising abovce the table. A strand of green hair fell across her face and she blew it back a bit impaitently. Suddenly realizing the color she grabbed a fistful of her now green hair and SCREAMED.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 17:07:10 GMT -5
*His eyes opened when he heard the initial shout. There, near the floor. That was his unwitting target... He felt a bit sick inside, but he forced a grim smile onto his face. Peer pressure was a BITCH. Well... if nothing else, he may have paid the school back for their laughing at the Malfoy boy and his being turned into a ferret. He was some sort of a god among Slytherins and the utmost loyalty was expected among the clan. There was a slap on his shoulder which made him nearly start again. Behind him was said boy: Draco Malfoy. there was an evil smirk crossing his pale, pointed features.*
Good one, where'd you learn it?
I... I learned it.
Where?
My father.
Who is?
Mr. Davinski.
*roll eyes* Yes, I assumed, but who is he?
Anton... Anton Davinski...
*sharp interest* Really... the youngest I take it? Congratulations and welcome to Slytherin. I don't suppose I said that before, have I? Better late than never, I always say.
*The 4th year extends his hand which Zack grasps anxiously. He was in. Good Lord, what had he gotten himself into?*
(you can get him in trouble if you like. it'll be more dramatic.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 17:26:17 GMT -5
*She could feel the anger bubbling up inside her and could feel her nails grow slightly longer along with her teeth and quickly reigned it back in glaring over at the Slytherin table to see which one of the pricks had done it. Much to her surprise it was little Zack Davinski, the boy she had met only 2 months before. Well it looked like the innocent was now officially part of the club. She groaned in frustration and anger making eye contact with the younger boy and jerked her head towards the side entrance making certain he knew she wanted to see him outside now.*
"Abby," She said turning to her best friend. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes theres a snake that needs its skull crushed."
*Abigal looked at her knowingly and a grim smile graced her lips.*
"Ok, but don't do anything I wouldn't." Abby called after her friend as she was leaving the hall.
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 17:33:22 GMT -5
*Zack sighed, knewing the elation wouldn't last. Well... better this than getting turned into a ferret. At least he could hold his own in a fight of sorts, even with a 2nd year. He followed the waddling form of the very pissed off oompa loompa, sensing a possible grim defeat. Once outside and away from prying eyes, he faced the demonic, clawed oompa loompa creature.*
I suppose you're a bit pissed... right?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 17:56:59 GMT -5
*Vivian bared her now rather pointy teeth, a growl resounded deep in the back of her throat. She was throughly pissed off at the moment and nothing was calming her down.*
"You have no idea," she hissed, eyes gleaming dangerously, getting a smug satidfaction out of the fact that he had paled slightly.
"Do you wish to guess how horrid my day has been?" She asked calmly, watching him intently.
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 18:05:00 GMT -5
*backs up against the wall, trying desperately to look for away out*
Well... no, not really... I... I'm quite happy not knowing why you want to kill me.
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