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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 19:42:01 GMT
Briar sat in Filch's office. He was yelling like a lion was roaring. "Shut up already," Briar groaned, putting her head in her hands. Her black/white hair fell into her icy blue eyes. "I know what I did was wrong, okay? I just wanted to see if I still had it in me to do it." Filch made a horrible face, showing his rotten teethand mumbled something along the lines of, "Stupid teenagers. Stay here." and walked out the door, but made sure to slam it.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 20:56:55 GMT
I watch, from my spot at the top of the stairs, as Filch slams the door on his office and goes grumbling down the hall, probably to go ask Dumbledore for permission to flog someone. 'Cause he doesn't have anything better to do than listen to that vulture.... I think with mild annoyance, not able to bring myself to fully care. After a moment, I decide my lack of caring extends to my record... so, having nothing better to do - Except my homework, but that doesn't count. - I tiptoe to the door and peer in. "Hello," I say, inclining my head at the girl there.
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 21:09:58 GMT
Briar jumped at the sudden voice and said, "I didn't do it!" on instinct. She had gone into a trance when Filch had left. Looking at that had spoken she said, "Erm..hi," and smiled slightly.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 21:15:04 GMT
I smile vaguely, heart just a little less heavy thanks to amusement. "That's a sure sign of guilt," I say, looking over my shoulder. "Think that he'll be back soon?"
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 21:18:50 GMT
Briar laughed lightly and shrugged her shoulders innocently, "I wouldn't know. I'm usually out of here by now," She said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 21:22:35 GMT
"Ooh... an escape?" I glance over my shoulder again and shake my head pityingly. "You'd think he'd learn to put some kind of barrier 'round the door."
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 21:25:48 GMT
"Seriously," Briar agreed. She stood up and dusted any invisible dust off of her jeans. "Or atleast not leave the kid alone."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 21:29:26 GMT
"Maybe he thinks we're all actually scared of his threats," I shrug, looking around the miserable room. "So... what did you do exactly?"
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 21:33:01 GMT
"The usual prank everyone does. Dungbomb and a whole bunch of first years," Briar shrugged. "You'd think he'd get over it."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 21:36:58 GMT
"Ew... I got hit by that prank when I was a first year... never really seen the appeal of dungbombs, although I like most other pranks." I look around the room again. "But no... I don't think he gets used to anything."
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 21:39:06 GMT
"I couldn't come up with anything else at the time," Briar sighed.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 21:44:47 GMT
I smile slightly, still not really into it. "Were you blackmailed into pulling a prank?" I ask with half-sympathy, half-amusement. "You sound like you had a limited time to get it done."
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 21:51:52 GMT
"No," Briar laughed slightly. "I haven't pranked in a long time and so I thought I'd see if I still had the guts to do it."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 22:06:15 GMT
"Ah..." I nod, actually smiling now. "Well, apparently you did. Are you proud of yourself?" I grin.
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 22:16:47 GMT
"Definitely," She grinned and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 22:21:36 GMT
"So why did you think you'd lost your nerve?" I ask curiously. "And, incidentally... what's your name and house? I think you're in my year...."
((Gotta go....))
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 22:24:49 GMT
"Eh. Too much drama," Briar shrugged. "Briar Holmes, Ravenclaw at your service."
[[Bye!]]
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 22:32:07 GMT
I nod semi-understandingly at the 'too much drama' explanation, then incline my head. "Andra Foster, Gryffindor." I slowly smile. "Incidentally, do the exploits of my sister still ring out in the Ravenclaw common room, or have they tried to hush it up? Most Ravies I know aren't into pranking, but she was a master at it."
((Okay... now I'm leaving... I think. Shortly anyway.))
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 2, 2007 22:36:21 GMT
"Really?" Brair asked, a small smile on her lips. "Yeah, makes me feel weird. My friends aren't much into pranking."
[[Okay lol. I have to go soon anyway.]]
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 2, 2007 22:40:52 GMT
I shake my head. "You find a gryffy who'll admit that and I think I'll give him or her a medal... peer pressure, you know?"
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 3, 2007 0:21:42 GMT
"Yeah," Briar nodded.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 4, 2007 1:16:49 GMT
I nod. "So do you feel great pressure to be some super-student, then?"
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 4, 2007 22:36:40 GMT
"Super-student?" Briar snorted. "Hardly, but nah."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 4, 2007 22:40:29 GMT
"Hm..." I shrug. "Well... lucky then, I guess." I look around. "So... you want to wait for Filch or ditch this place?"
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 4, 2007 22:43:30 GMT
"How about..ditch? I don't want to smell his rank breath again," Briar said, smiling slightly.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 4, 2007 22:50:51 GMT
"Eugh... foul," I agree, gagging. "After you then," I say, sweeping my hand toward the door.
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 4, 2007 22:52:23 GMT
"No no, after you," Briar said, doing the same.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 4, 2007 22:56:20 GMT
I laugh. "After you, I insist... what's he gonna do to me if he catches me escaping? You, on the other hand, need to get out of sight quickly."
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 4, 2007 22:57:27 GMT
"But..but...fine," Briar mumbled, heading towards the door.
[[OOC: where are we headed?]]
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Oct 4, 2007 23:05:18 GMT
((Uhhh....))
"Good girl," I laugh, following her. "So... where are we headed?"
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