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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 15, 2007 17:52:38 GMT
I stare without seeing at the teapot I'm supposed to be turning into a tortoise. Losing one's memories, in addition to all the emotional trauma, had the unfortunate side effect of forcing one to repeat old lessons in an attempt to be brought back up to one's former educational level.
Evidently I'd been smart. Maybe I still was. But I really, really hated spending most of my free time in empty classrooms, trying to catch up. And it really didn't help that I had something on my mind. Something very, very big that made me hope nobody nearby was good at Legilimency.
My best friend is a death eater.
And you're a broken record.
I sigh and prod the teapot with my wand.
Snap back, you stupid tortoise.
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 15, 2007 18:09:42 GMT
"What exactly are you trying to do to that teapot?" Angel asked, walking into the room. She'd been told that she had a detention in there, but that was obviously not the case. She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. One detention down, who's gonna say anything.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 15, 2007 18:13:45 GMT
I jump as somebody walks in, and then drift back to my previous listless position. Just a felllow Hufflepuff.
I shrug. "Turn it into a teapot... or just make it explode. What's your excuse?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 15, 2007 18:18:17 GMT
"I need no excuse..." Angel answered, laughing psychotically. "Angel Simons. Nice to meet you. You are?"
[ooc - Sorry but I have to go again! Mother calls! ]
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 15, 2007 18:20:56 GMT
I smile. "Arden Patricks... howdy. That's a nice psychotic laugh there... but you'll have to do better than that to convince me that you need no excuse to come into a classroom after dinner."
(('Sokay... I should get off the damn computer anyway for a bit.))
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 16, 2007 15:16:37 GMT
"I was supposed to have a detention here, but I guess they forgot," Angel shrugged, smiling. "One less for me to go to anyway. What about you? Why are you here?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 16, 2007 15:38:36 GMT
I laugh a little bitterly and tap the side of my head. "Somebody got mad at me and pulled out lots of my memories... especially, unfortunately, a lot of the stuff I learned the past few years. McGonagall says I can continue my NEWT level classes if I can catch up, so..." I shrug and indicate the teapot. "... I spend most of my evenings redoing third-year work."
I pause and eye the teapot. "What'd you do to get detention?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 16, 2007 15:41:31 GMT
"Food fight..." Angel answered simply.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 16, 2007 15:49:41 GMT
"They put you in detention for that?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "Hmm... I've seen worse go unpunished. Maybe they changed their minds... talked some sense into Filch.... Assuming it was Filch...."
I shrug and return to my teapot, actually managing to change it a bit now that I've been snapped from my gloominess. It seems to be sprouting small legs at any rate.
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 16, 2007 15:51:50 GMT
"It's because Filch hates me since I get in too much trouble," Angel answered. "That's all. But oh well. Nice turning."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 16, 2007 15:56:40 GMT
I make a face. "Yeah... could be better, but I guess I'm getting there." I shrug. "Filch hates everyone... except maybe tattlers. You could change your ways and turn people in for made-up crimes... then you'd be on his good side." I grin briefly at her while concentrating on the tea-tortoise.
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 16, 2007 15:57:27 GMT
"And get people I don't like into trouble," Angel added, laughing slightly. "It's definately getting there."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 16, 2007 16:03:46 GMT
I shake my head. "I've just created a monster, haven't I?"
And then I look at my tea-tortoise. "Or maybe two of them... Merlin's beard, this thing is ugly."
I bite my lip and concentrate for a bit, then look up and smile. "Sorry... you introduced yourself, didn't you? Right... Angel Simons. You're a seventh year, aren't you? Hufflepuff?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 16, 2007 16:04:35 GMT
"That would be me," Angel nodded, laughing. "It's cute, don't diss it."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 16, 2007 16:10:37 GMT
I shake my head. "Even its mother, if it had one, wouldn't call this cute." I frown slightly as I concentrate, trying to round it out and give it more detail... make it less misshapen.
"Hm... it does seem kind of odd they'd just forget. Do you know what you were supposed to be doing, and if McGonagall was going to be supervising?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 16, 2007 16:19:03 GMT
"I have no idea. Someone just came up to me and said Detention in Transfiguration Classroom! No detail or anything," Angel shrugged. "And it is cute. Whether you think it is or not..." She laughed, only being half serious.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 16, 2007 16:21:08 GMT
"Oh, okay... it's starting to be anyway." I tilt my head at it. "The china-blue pattern on it's shell is kind of pretty... though on its head that just looks creepy." I shrug. "Maybe it was a joke... got any enemies?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 16, 2007 16:22:32 GMT
"I have enemies, yeah," Angel nodded. "Oh well. I got to meet a new friend so I'm cool! And the pattern is pretty on it's shell, but I have to agree with you on the head detail."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 16, 2007 16:30:09 GMT
I nod. My tortoise now looks pretty much like a tortoise... that was made very poorly out of clay and is straining to un-fossilize.
"I'll just have to fix that then..." I smile up at her again. "I s'pose I'll have to thank whoever it was... you snapped me out of a pretty foul mood."
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 16, 2007 20:54:17 GMT
"What was wrong with your mood?" Angel asked sadly, sitting down next to her. "See? It's beginning to look better now!"
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 17, 2007 14:38:13 GMT
I bite the inside of my cheek as I try to figure out how to answer, and my tortoise starts to mutate vaguely, its head turning mottled yellow. I hastily lower my wand and shrug.
"Oh, just general gloominess," I shrug. "Wrestling with indecision... moping about the past, that sort of thing. I promised myself I'd stop that, but..." I shrug again. "It's easier said than done. You know?"
I look over at her as I pick up my wand again and try to rectify the mutated head.
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 17, 2007 20:31:12 GMT
"I know what you mean," Angel sighed, leaning her head on the table. "You know, it is looking slightly better. Minus the mutated head part. Maybe you should just try a colour changing spell, and save the moulding for later or something."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 18, 2007 17:29:45 GMT
"Hmm..." I tilt my head at it. "No... I think I've just got about got it...." I concentrate for a minute on making it look like a tortoise.
"And yeah," I sigh after a moment. "Seems like everyone understands me these days. I'd rather go back to being tragically misunderstod and alone, you know? Too many people dying, friends in worse positions than mine..." I laugh briefly and bitterly. "And nothing new to say about any of it."
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 19, 2007 19:59:07 GMT
Angel looked at her for a moment, having no idea what she was talking about. It took her a few minutes to let out a little, "huh?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 19, 2007 20:12:01 GMT
"Huh what?" I ask, confused. "It's okay if you didn't understand me... I babble a lot, I'm told."
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 19, 2007 20:25:13 GMT
"Sorry, I didn't," Angel sighed. "But I'm clueless, so that's okay. You didn't babble. I'm just thick."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 19, 2007 20:29:12 GMT
"Ah..." I say, nodding. Then I smile. "No, I'm sure that you're not thick... I just don't make sense." I sigh. "We were talking about the war, and how everyone's a mess and how I wish that... I dunno. I'd rather be a wreck that no one understands... than slightly less of wreck but everyone gets it because they're all messed up too." I shrug. "That wasn't very clear...."
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 19, 2007 20:33:35 GMT
"No, really. I'm thick. That's what the hat said. Why I wasn't in Ravenclaw and such."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Sept 19, 2007 20:41:20 GMT
"Ooh..." I say. "That's pretty cruel, coming from the hat. I don't remember exactly what it said to me... something about valuing my friends over life, good sense, and... something. I was shaking too much to take anything in except the verdict." I laugh. "And I'm babbling again. Sorry 'bout that."
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Post by Angel Simons on Sept 19, 2007 20:46:41 GMT
"It's perfectly fine," Angel laughed. "It's funny."
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