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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 18:17:47 GMT -5
*She eyed him, and snarled. She'd have to watch out for this one in the future yet she was still strangely compelled to try to make friends with him. As soon as this thought struck her she shook it off.*
"I'm not going to kill you," she said twirling her wand in her fingers. "I'm thinkin of something much more sinister then that. But," she added, "I might be a bit linient if you change me back."
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 18:33:03 GMT -5
*He leans slightly back to peak into the Hall, noticing the excited grins on the faces of his dorm mates and the quirky grin that Draco Malfoy bore. He couldn't disappoint them... He comes forward again and plasters a positively mean smile on his face. There was a memory... faint, but very much intact.*
I'm terribly sorry, sugarbutt, but I can't do that. Do you know what 7 kinds of Hell it is to fit IN around here? Fuck, it took me 2 months. You've got a whole big long year under your... belt... Besides... I really can't say that I'm very afraid of you. After all... You are an oompa loompa...
*The oddest feeling was spreading through his body, like a flush of warm fuzziness. He had been topping the once 2nd year Ravenclaw by about 4 or 5 inches. There was now a considerable difference of (assuming he's... 5'2") an extra foot. His shortish hair which had been cut over the summer was now sweeping his shoulders and his pale skin had taken on a healthy, sunburnished glow. (We're gonna assume his robes... grew with him... i'm too lazy to figure this out now)*
Well, would I be correct in assuming it may get a wee bit dangerous out here, sugarbutt?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 18:55:14 GMT -5
*She raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly breaking the tension that was mounting rapidly.*
"Sugarbutt?" She asked giggling. "Ok Zack, whatever you say."
*She leaned over slightly and looked back into the hall and could see all the students and shut the door so they couldn't see what was going on.*
"Ok, Zack, no excuses now, change me back."
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 19:10:18 GMT -5
*He takes another fast glance over the head of the not quite so pissed midgit. He could feel something coursing through his veins and it bothered the hell out of him that he couldn't pin it down. Why was he taller, stronger, older and meaner than normal? Well... the only way he could figure out was to check it out, probably in a mirror. He brushed by the indignant 2nd year to find the nearest bathroom only to find himself pinned half way down the hallway against a wall and an invisible vise. Whipping from the direction of Vivian Abbot was a very angry Professor Severus Snape.*
Who are you and what are you doing in Hogwarts, MUGGLE!
*He wanted to cry out, say he wasn't a Muggle, but what could he say? Snape wouldn't know, and he had no idea how to get back to his old shape. he was carried up, swept away and totally gone. He wasn't sure who exactly he was supposed to be.*
I-I'm me, Professer! Professer Snape, it's me!
WHO!?
Get away from him Severus, it's not who you think.
Moody, I'm not going to play games! This intruder will jeopardize Hogwarts!
He's not an intruder, he's a student of yours if I'd bothered to check his badge.
Not student of mine looks like that!
Perhaps he's a metamorphmagus...?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 19:21:44 GMT -5
*Vivian watched this conversation going on in the shadow knowing full well that the only person who would know she was here was Professor Moody and even if he did know it didn't look like he was about to say anything about it. She listened intently and almsot gasped out loud at the last comment said. So that expalined the height difference but what about the attitude? She tried to inch forward quietly and ended up tripping on her shoe lace giving a loud yelp and slid up to Professor Snape's feet. She winced bracing herself for the lashing she was sure she was going to recieve and was surprised when one didn't come. Cautiously, she lifted her head and met the gazes of three very bewildered people.*
"Er, hello," she said tentatively.
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 19:31:45 GMT -5
*Snape's look of distaste deepened.*
Did one of the house elves get jaundice? Or have an allergic reaction?
*Moody's eyebrow quirks*
Your powers of observation are waning, Severus. That is a Ravenclaw. And this... man... is none other than Zachary Davinski.
It is not!
Severus, I'll be taking these two to my office. Not another word. Come you two.
*He eyes Viv and Zack, and stumps off.*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 19:46:59 GMT -5
"Sorry, Professor," she said timidly to Professor Snape, before quickly running off after Zack and Professor Moody. Finally catching up she trailed behind them, wondering why she was having such a horrific day and just generally sulking about it. She continually sped up and slowed down not really paying attention and at one point crashed right into Zack, toppling him over, but this time didn't offer to help him back up and continued on her way.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 19:57:57 GMT -5
*He glares at Vivian and shoves himself back to his feet. Moody didn't seem to notice, but he wasn't exactly the touchy feely type. They crowded into his office, Zack trying not to look at the eerie devices on the walls or his desk. Moody makes a slow path to his desk and takes a seat, not offering the same to the students.*
There seems to be some pent up anger between you two, isn't there? I'm not normally a mediator, nor am I gonna do it now.
*He pulls his wand out of his sleeve, points it at Viv and says the counter curse. Zack's mouth twitches as she slowly regains her former body as Zack tries to cope with the fact that he may not quite be normal again. Maybe McGonagall could help but Zack doubted he had good enough standings with her.*
You can go, Miss Abbot. You, on the other hand... you stay Mr. Davinski.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 20:12:13 GMT -5
*Vivian nodded and gave Moody her thanks, then gave a curt nod to Zack before sweeping gracefully out the door, very happy to be back to normal. Knowing she shouldn't but not being able to resist she left the door slightly a-jar and leaned closer to hear what Moody was about to tell Zack.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 20:25:26 GMT -5
Having trouble controlling yourself, Davinski? I've got half a mind to turn you into something much worse than a ferret. I have to remind myself you're a 1st year and don't know better. You know the rules here; it's your own damn fault you're in this mess. Because you seem to generally be a good egg (besides what went through your head some 2 minutes ago), I'm going to help you out. You are a metamorphmagus, I don't know if you knew that or not. If you didn't, you could probably guess by now. Tall dark and handsome you aren't, yet. What you've got to do... is remember what you looked like before. I know, you're probably not liking what you're seeing in my foeglass over there, so I suggest you concentrate on something else. You know what you look like. Think about changing back...
*Moody keeps up the low commentary, not saying anything to Vivian who he knew was still behind the door. Zack tries his damndest to get out of that form and a good half hour later, lunch was over and Zack, sweating, panting and looking like a crazie junkie, makes a swift way past Viv to the Hospital Wing, fully cured. (For the moment... mwahahahahahahahaha! Your turn)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 20:39:31 GMT -5
*Vivian walked into the Great Hall for the opening feast in her 3rd year all smiles, glad to be away from the orphange where she stayed during the summer. She settled into her seat with Abby and talked about how hot draco Malfoy is but what a prick he is too. She took a quick glance over at the Slytherin table and was caught off guard when she made eye contact with one blue eyed/green eyed Slytherin. Damn she thought, He's back again, one would have thought he would have been expelled. She sighed and returned to the conversation with her friends.
"I wonder who the new DADA teacher will be this year." She said scanning the teachers table for a new face and not finding one.
"As long as it isn't Snape I don't care." Abby said, making a disgusted face.
"Yea, that would be horrible."
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 20:48:14 GMT -5
*Zack grins down the table at his fellow house members. He was back here again, able to do what his brother and sister could not. Ah, it was nice to gloat, but it was even better to do what he enjoyed so much. Magic was second nature, thanks to his dad, but it was relaxing as well. Good health benfits.
The Tri- (Quar?)Wizard Tournament fiasco hadn't affected Zack much, besides the fact he'd lost his favorite teacher. Not even Snape had quite the same special quality 'Moody' had. When he managed a second glance, he noticed that the Staff Table seemed unusually... flat... There was no game keeper. Normally it was no skin off his nose, but some quear 5th year Gryffindors seemed especially taken with this fact. Zack made a mental note of it, and stayed quiet. The hat was about to perform...*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 23, 2004 20:53:32 GMT -5
*By the time the sorting was over she was starving, and almost missed the introduction of the new teacher. Vivian took a good look at the new teacher and determined right off that besides looking like a toad and being extremely annoying, that she wasn't going to be a favorite. She sighed in defeat, knowing that if possible this year would be even worse then the last one. She had hhoped that maybe Professor Lupin would come back, he was cool, but her luck was never all that good. She sighed happily when the food appeared and started piling all kinds of food onto her plate.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 23, 2004 21:12:32 GMT -5
*Zack was puzzled. He thought there ought to be at least some kind of a moral issue with hiring teachers that were shorter than the table. Flitwick could slide but... this Umbridge lady had nothing going for her... She was undesirable at best and completely full of herself and her fucked up 'teaching method'. Christ allmighty was it going to be a long year with some creep like that. It was probably a good thing he was fascinated with what made people tick and would find out how to have fun with her other ways... Maybe not tonight... but tomorrow may be a different story.
He eyed the people at his table swarming like animals over the exceptional feast and feeling no obligation to immediately dive in. He had enough time to think about his plans for the upcoming year and how he wanted to make it tolerable. For starters... he was going for the Quidditch team and on the side, he'd continue to work on the skills 'Moody' had only began to hone. Finally, the plates emptied of students, and Zack took his turn at the refilling platters.*
(I'm thinking of having him start as a chaser... then graduate to a beater since crabbe and goyle are there already.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 24, 2004 16:57:09 GMT -5
(um this will get boring fast do something)
*Vivian finished eating with little incident and got ready to leave, but not before taking one more glance at the Slytherin table.*
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