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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 24, 2004 23:13:39 GMT -5
(You wanted him to do something? You must have missed his little 'maybe not tonight' speechy thingie.)
*Finishing the desert, Zack yawned and stretched widely. It'd be nice to look forward to the warm bed up in his dorm. He wanted nothing more than a good night's sleep with no thinking involved. Of course... that decision was made for him when he smacked a Hufflepuff on the side of the head when he stretched. An 8th year Hufflepuff. A very... very big 8th year Hufflepuff. Zack managed to stumble back to the table as the Hufflepuff turned around with a mean look on his face. Zack tried to stifle a yawn behind a sheepish grin and a wave. He raised his arms in a placating manner taught to him by someone long ago.*
Easy... easy there man, woman, baby, child, whatever... I didn't mean nothin' by that little old tap there. I'm sorry I disturbed you from your excellent... pork... and I really had hoped to get off on the right foot this year. If you'd be so kind as to just... not hurt me... I wouldn't be forced to take desperate measures... savvy?
*The 8th year grunted and stood up to face the Snake who hit him. To his credit, Zack didn't back away, but it was more or less because there was no where to back away to. There were few students left in the Hall by then and the teachers were beginning to file out as well. Snakes and Badgers still left, however, decided to ring the two students and begin a soft chant of 'Duel! Duel! Duel!' The other manboy looked ready to make due on this as he took out his wand and trained it at the smaller boy. Zack had no love of dueling under such circumstances (having not been trained to) and was quite confused. Spells in the hallways and Great Halls weren't permitted; Snape would kill him! He had wanted to make a good impression and be a 'good boy', but he didn't want to be stomped (Hunter Thompson! *swoon*) either.*
All right. Then I guess I have no choice... but to finish you off... (GAH! Antonio Banderas moment! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!)
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 26, 2004 14:17:10 GMT -5
(Since it will take you awhile to reply and you probably have nothing to say right now, I'll continue on.)
That's very rich, coming from this 98 pound weakling!
*The Hufflepuff laughed and laughed. Zack had a feeling he was probably a beater on Hufflepuff Quidditch team judging by the massive arms swinging from the powerful shoulders. Like a boa constricter, this guy probably wouldn't let go once he had a death grip on someone's throat. Probably ate pineal glands for breakfast, too. Zack smiled.*
Yeah, ha ha. I'm terrified. Listen, I've got hidden weapons you wouldn't believe... senor... so don't mess with me... FUCK!
*The calm facade disintegrated instantaneously when Zack saw the bright blue light shooting for his head. He dived away under the Slytherin table, crawled under and came out on the other side as the blue light sent a bench flying into the wall. Of course... there were no teachers left in the hall to witness the attrocity. Fucking figures. So Zack figured on taking care of it the hard way. 98 pound weakling? He ducked back out of sight and quietly willed himself to become someone else. A big, bad pirate...
He felt the changes from afar, like having everything in his body broken and reset but under the influence of the most powerful painkiller known to man. A pirate captain knew how to take care of himself and had scars to prove it. They laced over his body: gunshot wounds, sword lacerations... dirt and grime caked into them to make them deeper and uglier. Good, intimidation was a fine thing. He knew he was finished. He vaulted over the empty table to face the confused 8th year who was clearly thinking: What the fuck? Zack didn't give him time to get accustomed to this new threat; he tackled the boy in the knees, drew his cutlass and held it at the Hufflepuff's throat.*
You touch me, and you die, savvy? I don't like you and you certainly don't like me. Stay out of my way, mate, or I won't think twice about running you through. Get along there, get along...
*Zack leaned back, allowing the other boy to sit up and scramble away unharmed. He grinned, the golden teeth flashing in the candlelight. The circle opened like a saloon door to reveal a sort of midget. There was fuzzy hair, a squat frame and a sweet voice.*
Now what's the trouble over here? Go on, scoot! You... who are you? You're too old to be a student... you must be a tresspasser!
*Zack's eyes widened and his mouth gaped. Was this fucking ugly prefect going to piss on his fire? Wait... no prefect, this was the teacher that needed a few extra inches... Oh shit. Shit, why'd it always happen that way? The undercover teacher catches him off his guard when he was trying to give what he got. It was like some bad episode of 21 Jump Street. He quickly melted back to his original shape and tried to go for a non threatening look.*
N-nnno, ma'am! I'm a second year Slytherin. I was just trying to defend myself!
With a dangerous Muggle object? How do I know you're who you say you are? What if you're a convict trying to infiltrate our school?
I'm not! Ask Professor Snape! Honestly, this... Hufflepuff!... was trying to kill me!
Students! Leave! You... come with me...
*She smiled sweetly at the retreating backs of the former circle and returned to the Slytherin. She jerked him by the collar of his robes and dragged him to her office to face almost certain death... He didn't once make a sound.*
(Owie... cramp... pain...)
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 4, 2004 17:26:35 GMT -5
(where'd you get the engery for that? and still what the heck am i supposed to write now you just got dragged off?)
Vivian was surprised to see Zack being dragged down the corridor past her hiding spot by the new proffessor. She felt a smug satisfaction at the fact that it hadn't even been a full day and he'd already gotten into trouble. Probably started another fight, she thought picking herself up off the floor and following behind the rather ugly teacher and the clearly terrified younger man. Keeping just out of sight she followed them steathly down into the dugeons to professor Snapes office and qyuickly hid in a shadowy crevice just big enough for her to fit into a be able to hear what was going on.
(clearly not as long as your's but hey, i've been away and i'm trying at least right?)
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Post by Jeffrey on May 4, 2004 17:38:00 GMT -5
(I'm not gonna get to work on my angel assignment am I? Wah.)
He was virtually thrown into a chair, much to Snape's surprise. God, he couldn't turn his back on these bloody children for one minute, could he? And it was one of his no less. Bloody hell.
"This... creature!... was seen picking a fight with a poor, defenseless boy!"
"Defenseless my ass, that guy was fucking HUGE!" Zack burst out, not liking this classification of 'creature'.
"You will keep your mouth shut while I work this out with Professor... Umbridge... Mr. Davinski."
"You know him?"
"Of course, he's sadly one of my best students. It says nothing about the character of people in my House, however. He picked a fight?"
"Not only that, but he was not as he is now. He was some kind of dirty... ruffian!"
"Pirate..." Zack rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, Mr. Davinski! I thought you were told to keep that under control!"
"Well... Christ, he was only gonna beat the living day lights outta me!"
"You plead self-defence? Professor Umbridge, you may leave us, I have the matter well under hand."
"If you please, Professor, I'd much like to take care of this problem with punishment. I feel it is my right as the one who caught it to punish him."
"That's not how it works, you send him to his Head of House and they take care of it. You may leave, Umbridge."
"Not until this is resolved."
"If I may... I don't think that what I've done is a crime..."
"Shut UP, Mr. Davinski!"
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 4, 2004 18:00:07 GMT -5
*Vivian, still sitting in the hallway was trying very hard not to laugh her arse off and give away her hiding place. Boy was Zack gonna get it now. She wondered what was wrong with him to begin with, the fact that he could change into someone else didn't surprise her in the least but the fact that he had started a fight was one. He didn't seem the type.
She sat quietly listenbing to the conversation realizing that he was just burying himself while trying to defend himself, sighing softly she stretched slightly hoping that whatever the punishment was it wasn't to harsh.
Just as that thought crossed her mind she was repulsed by it. Why the hell should she care what happens to the twerp, with all the shit he kept pulling on her sympathy and compassion should not be feelings she should be feeling at the moment.*
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Post by Jeffrey on May 4, 2004 18:12:58 GMT -5
(twerp... teehee!)
*He eventually tuned out the argument over his punishment. He really didn't care because there were other voices. They were quiet, a lot of muttering and nonsense (Rat bastard psychotics? Zesty worms?) and it seemed much more important to try to decipher the cryptic messages than to stop the inevitable. He could train on one at a time, but it was usually speaking with another one that he could never quite hear. It was annoying the carp out of him, frankly.
"Dolores, you will allow me to handle this boy as I see fit!"
"The Ministry of Magic will no doubt be contacted about this situation of you not following proper disciplinary procedures."
"By you!"
"Eek! He's at it again!"
"What? Mr. Davinski! The bald look does not suit you. Get yourself under control."
"Wha? Jesus God Allmighty!" He'd just gone Gonzo Journalist without people realizing it. This wasn't good. Not good at all.
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 4, 2004 18:21:00 GMT -5
*She jumped at the loud shriek that had just issued from Professor Umbridges mouth and picked up on the conversation again only to realize, that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to stay in hiding, that maybe there could be a way to get him out of the office and still get him some punishment but not anything harsh, plus the bright side was she might get to see him bald
That decision firmly in mind she got out of her hiding spot and went to the door and kncoked on it*
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Post by Jeffrey on May 4, 2004 18:31:18 GMT -5
( ) *Snape looked up, glaring at the door. His attention was drawen between stabbing the bitch with a screwdriver, smacking and/or helping Zack, and telling the annoyance at the door to go away. It was soooooooo going to be a long year. Another knock clenched it and he sneered at Umbridge* Why don't you handle this one, you'll need to learn how to deal with students, won't you? *She huffed and let herself out to deal with the outside disturbance while he was left alone with Zack.* Get yourself under control Davinski. Now. But Professor, I didn't do it! PIG FUCKER!!! What did you call me? You're going to carve a Z in my forehead aren't you? Christ, I just need 2 hours of sleep. I don't trust you running around on a head full of acid. Smoke some grass. Shoot some smack. Shit man, do whatever you've gotta do, but leave me in peace! *Snape sighs. It's too out of hand and frankly, the boy didn't trust him and Snape didn't like the boy.* Go see the nurse. Run. Don't get caught, you little fiend.
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 5, 2004 16:18:02 GMT -5
*Vivian quickly backed away from the door as it quickly swung open revealing one very pissed off toad and one arrogant twit of a boy. The boy didn't so much as glance her way as he ran off muttering obscenities. She sighed and shook her head slightly before meeting the eyes of the offending woman standing in front of her.*
"Um, good evening Professor Umbridge, I wasn't quite expecting to see you here."
*She rubbed the back of her neck and glanced down the hallway trying to find an excuse to worm her way out of this.*
"Yes, dear," the toad lady said smiling. This scared the shit out of Vivian. She was now desperate to leave and not make a fool of herself in the process. "I was having a little meeting with Professor Snape. Now what are you doing out of bed so late?"
"Erm, um, I was...um..out for a walk?"
"A likely story. I-
*Vivian quickly ran off before the toad lady of death could hand out any punishment. She never should have tried to get the pain out of the office he should have just suffered in there. What ever possessed her to do that. She grumbled and slowed down as she came into the main corridor.*
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Post by Jeffrey on May 5, 2004 17:04:17 GMT -5
(*lololololololololol* whoa... gwb moment. um... lets assume he gets fixed for now... wanna start a new thing now?)
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 5, 2004 17:05:38 GMT -5
(who me or you cause dear viv ain't all the interesting until she hit puberty which aint for another 2 years)
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Post by Jeffrey on May 5, 2004 17:09:45 GMT -5
(ain't she already 13?)
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 5, 2004 17:12:29 GMT -5
(yes ok i had the wording wrong she aint interesting until she hits inheritance at 16)
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Post by Jeffrey on May 5, 2004 17:20:02 GMT -5
in... 3 more years. not 2
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 5, 2004 17:21:31 GMT -5
(yea i can't count im aware so whose going to write something casue if its me the most thats gonna happen is shes gonna trip on her shoe laces)
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