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Post by Rue on Mar 17, 2002 18:14:32 GMT -5
This is my post-long explanation about this story, and I'll get into the actual story in the next post. It's currently named "The Nialle Story" because Nialle (Nialle Sylvan) came up with the idea for it. He's also one of my editors, along with Suzy (Suzy Prongs) and Gen (Eugenides379). It's a story of how a few of the people from this site go to Hogwarts together in the same year as Harry (Harry Potter). I've been writing it out of order, so there's a bit I wrote from the seventh year, and the fifth, and a smattering of the first year. I'm taking forever to actually write it, and then it has to go through three editors, sometimes numerous times because I'm a dork... In other words, it's taking me forever to actually finish it. It only has a few of the poeple whom I know very well, so I can make a sane attempt to write their characters. And you might grow very impatient and feel like whacking me on the head when you realize, "She hasn't posted anything in a month! That idiot! Something close at hand, hard, and blunt! Something, anything, just one quick hit..." If you ever get that urge, you can just send me a pm... Disclaimer: Hehe, I actually remembered it for this story. K, I don't own any of these characters. Some of them people on these sites made up, some of them J.K. Rowling made up, and I'm not making a cent off of it. I am, however, providing a story people supposedly like to read. (Suzy, you can ignore that last remark.) Now, on with posting the story.
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Post by Rue on Mar 17, 2002 18:16:35 GMT -5
The Nialle Story "But, mother, where is Platform 9 ¾?" Gen asked, while skimming over her train ticket yet again.
"Well, Gen, I'm not exactly sure." Her mother glanced around nervously, not wanting to appear lost.
Look," Rue burst out, "They look like wizards!"
Her eyes were fixed on a small group of six people, consisting of a woman, a young girl, and four boys. They were standing around a solid wall, and pointing at it with interest. It looked like the woman was explaining something to the black-haired boy.
"One boy just went straight through the wall! I saw him with my own eyes!" Rue continued, still fixed on the small group.
"Fred, you next," said the small, pleasantly-plump, woman.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George. Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" answered one of the two identical boys.
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred." Said the boy, and he rushed at the barrier with full speed. One moment he was there, and the next, he was gone.
The others followed in his pursuit, all supposedly walking right into the barrier, but somehow walking right through the barrier.
"Well, that's a relief. I guess you can just do as they did." Their mother answered. "Gen, you first."
"I'm not Gen, I'm Rue." Gen said with a sly grin on her face.
A small giggle escaped Rue before it got quenched by her mother's next words.
"Gen! That's not funny! It's rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations!" Her mother hissed, trying not to be overheard.
"Only joking, I am Gen," added Gen in a dejected tone. And, off she went, through the barrier.
"Bye, mum. I'll see you at Christmas." Rue said, her lips moving upward in a type of forced smile. Her mother didn't seem to notice, and she gave Rue a quick hug before sending her scuttling off after her sister.~~~~~
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Post by Rue on Mar 17, 2002 18:18:16 GMT -5
Gen was sitting by the window of the train compartment, looking out at the hustle and bustle of students saying good-bye to their families. Rue, on the other hand, had her leg jerking up and down while her hands were tapping on the windowsill.
"What do you think Hogwarts will be like?" Rue asked, all starry-eyed.
"Well, just like any other school I expect." Gen answered, matter of factly. "Probably dull, just like Pennsbury."
"Oh, Gen, you can't possibly think that! Hogwarts will probably be full of magic. It will overflow with magic. It will be wonderful."
After a few moments of silence, Rue seemed to finally come back to her senses with one last sigh. Her eyes weren't as round as saucers anymore, although her cheeks were still tinged with slightly more than their usual flush. Gen didn't notice as she continued to stare out the window.
"Yeah," Gen added, "a little hocus-pocus will really cheer things up. At least we won't have to stand the arguing at home anymore."
"Well, that's what you get when you have eight people living in one house. It's not anybody's fault. Anyway, there will probably be a lot less arguing without you there anymore." Rue said defiantly, starting to get angry at Gen's lack of enthusiasm.
"Why does everyone always think I start the fights? I just-"
At that moment a boy rushed into the compartment, slamming the door shut behind him. He ran over and smashed himself as close as he could to the window, sitting in the seat opposite Gen. He looked back at the sealed door to the compartment, a slight glint of terror in his eyes.
"Hello." He managed to gasp, trying to catch his breath, staring point blank back at the door.
Rue and Gen glanced at each other before focusing their gaze on the boy. He was a short boy, with lovely dark skin. His hair was a bit shaggy, falling down to his shoulders, which were quivering.
"Hi," said Gen, "are you a first-year also?" She carefully avoided the topic which was obviously on the boy's mind. He seemed rather uncomfortable, to put it lightly.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, are you?"
"Both of us are. What do you think it will be like at Hogwarts?" Rue inquired, regaining a small particle of her starry composure.
Gen made a great show of rolling her eyes. "Ignore her. She gets like this sometimes. So, what's your name?"
"Chris." He said, running his fingers through his hair as he glanced at the door from the corner of his eye.
“Okay, Chris, this might seem a bit straight-forward, but," Gen watched his face for a moment, leaned forward in her seat, and continued to speak, "what exactly is bothering you?"
"Well, um, erh, you see." Chris looked down at the ground sheepishly. "I'd rather not say." He added in a tone which Rue knew all too well. Gen had gotten her way, again. Now she would squeeze every detail she could possibly wish for out of her victim, her “Hannibal Lector” mode hadn’t worn off yet.
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Post by Rue on Mar 17, 2002 18:19:48 GMT -5
"Chris, you can tell me." Gen said, seeing deep into Chris's eyes.
"Well, even so…" Chris trailed off.
"Chris," at this point Chris gazed up into Gen's peridot-blue pools, "You can tell me."
"But,” Chris flicked a pleading gaze at Rue, then focused back on Gen, “Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone." His tone was a little shaky, right on track. Now he was trying to reclaim his dignity, grabbing at the small strands of hope seeping through Gen's rhythmic voice.
"Of course I won't tell. Rue, promise Chris you won't say anything."
Rue glared at Gen for a moment before answering. "All right, I agree." Rue consented.
"Good, well then, Chris, what is that you were telling me?" Gen asked, eyeing Chris as though he were about to divulge top secret information about the state of the union, the latest NASA project, or something else along those lines.
"Well, there is a boy they call Lee Jordan in the hallway…" Chris started to say.
Gen interrupted him, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, "Yes, yes, I've heard of him; very interesting." She tilted her head to the side before staring briefly out the window at a tall boy with blond hair.
Rue knew Gen had never heard of a boy named Lee Jordan. In fact, she didn't know the names of any witches or wizards at all, except for Minerva McGonagall, who signed the letters accepting them to Hogwarts. This whole act she was putting on was an attempt to act like Socrates, her latest idol.
She went through these phases every couple months. Back in March it had been Gandhi, and in October she had tried to pull off Helen Keller, to no avail. She walked around blindfolded and in dark green earmuffs for weeks. After tripping over her sister, who was sleeping at the top of the stairs, and breaking her wrist in the process; she decided Helen Keller wasn't the right person for her.
She has never really known who she is, Rue thought. After reading all of the books titled The Person Deep Inside You, and Let Your Soul Shine Through, it's surprising she hasn't started teaching a class on psychology yet. She likes to act like her role models, taking bits and pieces of their characters, to mold it all into her own. She’d come pretty close with Hannibal, but she couldn’t get the ramrod back quite right; besides chicken is her choice of meat.
Chris noticed Gen's interruption, and the look of deep concentration. But, not concentration on what he was saying. "Right," he finished, "That's what happened."
Gen snapped her head back towards him, looking scandalized. "That's it?"
"Yeah," Chris looked away quickly.
"My dear boy," Gen went on, "pray continue.”
"Well," Chris said as he shot Gen an irritated look. "Lee Jordan had a mysterious…box in his arms. Everyone was crowding around to see, and, well, I just took one peek."
"What was in the box?" Rue asked quickly, before her sister could interrupt again.
"A tarantula." Chris finished with a long, shudder going down his entire body.
"A tarantula?" Gen looked incredulous. "What's so bad about tarantulas?"
"Well, they're just…scary." Chris made a point of not looking at Gen's face as he said this.
The corners of her mouth tilted upward slightly, then quickly moved back into place.
"I see," Gen answered, rubbing her chin for the second time. "Very interesting."~~~~~
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Post by Rue on Mar 17, 2002 18:21:14 GMT -5
"Do you know how tarantulas got their name?" Nialle asked.
"Who cares? Doesn't he look awesome?" Lee Jordan answered, staring around at the stunned faces on his crowd of admirers.
"I'd like to know. I've always been interested in magic, but many other subjects fascinate me as well." Said a girl named Hermione. She was looking at Nialle interestedly.
"Well," Nialle started, his scholar expression fixing onto his face. "The name "tarantula" comes from the Latin word Taranto, which is a town in Italy where tarantulas are most common."
At this point, Hermione was gazing at Nialle, with a little more than interest in her eyes.
Nialle took the look for the one he always got when he was hearing a new bit of exciting information. He went on with his explanation.
"The bite of a tarantula is painful, but harmless. Their slightly poisonous bite was once believed to make the victim develop an insane desire to dance. Because of this belief, a dance was invented, usually done by a single couple, which is very rapid and whirling."
Hermione couldn't stop her eyes from staring at Nialle, into that thoughtful face. After a few moments of the crowd asking Lee Jordan all sorts of questions, a boy bumped into Hermione.
"Have you seen my toad, Trevor? I can't find him anywhere."
Hermione's gaze broke off, and flickered to the ground before resting on the boy. "I'll help you look for him." Hermione quickly said. And, with one last glance at Nialle, she disappeared down the train.
Nialle stared at the girl's retreating back. She was amazing! She was actually interested in his explanation! She wasn't cringing when he mentioned the tarantula's bite. He had to find out her name.
Hermione walked down the train, opening compartments, trying to find Trevor the toad. She kept on thinking back to that blond-haired boy. The blond-haired boy with the glasses, and the expression on his face hinting that he cared as much for knowledge as she did.~~~~~
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Post by Rue on Mar 17, 2002 18:22:00 GMT -5
"Wow." Rue breathed. As she walked into the Great Hall her face was shining along with every other first-years'. Even Gen, who usually liked to watch Rue's face with a smirk, was now staring around the Great Hall in wonder.
The candles were floating above the tables like small ships on a vast ocean. The other students were already seated, gawking and pointing at the first-years. The ceiling was... not there. "It's bewitched to look like the night sky outside," Rue heard a girl behind her whisper. They could see the stars twinkling along with the first-years' eyes and the eyes of Albus Dumbledore.
Rue watched him closely. She didn't know who he was but, she instantly fell in love with the way his long white hair and beard hung down to his belt, and the way his eyes smiled, his mouth only doing a small part of the work. He sat in a chair at the head table with the rest of the teachers while the students sat at the four long tables in the room. He smiled warmly at the first-years, who were filing into the great hall, their fears currently forgotten.
All eyes were directed to a shabby hat seated on top of a stool in front of the teacher's table. At once what looked like a rip in the hat's brim opened up and started singing a song that reached the far corners of the room.
Rue listened intently to the rhyming words trying to get them all down but, gave up after a few seconds and just let the words run over her like warm honey.
The song ended abruptly causing cheers to erupt throughout the hall. The hat bowed to each of the four tables before going still once again.
Professor McGonagall's clear voice rang out, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted. Abbot, Hannah"
After only a moment on Hannah's head the hat shouted out, "HUFFLEPUFF!" She made her way to the table on the right, which cheered happily.
Professor McGonagall went through more names. Susan Bones became a Hufflepuff, Terry Boot became a Ravenclaw. They were going alphabetically. Rue wondered if she'd be put in the same house as Gen just because they were twins.
Finally, McGonagall called out, "Scribelle, Eugenides." Gen made her way up to the hat, her face slightly pink, and her hands in her pockets. She sat down, pulling the hat over her head. When the brim slid over her eyes she smiled and the hat took a moment to think before bellowing, "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table applauded, welcoming Gen warmly. She walked over with a slight smirk on her face, her hands still in her pockets.
Rue knew her turn was next, and sure enough, "Scribelle, Rue." She walked up, wanting to cross her arms across her chest but leaving them stiffly at her sides. Was she going to be put in Ravenclaw too? Did she want to go in Ravenclaw? She sat down on the stool and placed the hat on her own head.
"Ahh," the hat whispered into her ear, "ahh, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. You want to follow your sister, don't want to break your relationship with her that's sure, and you do have a thirst for knowledge but, is it the place for you? You have plenty of persistence, stubborn too but, hard-working. Hufflepuff would show you how to help others. Yes, yes, HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted.
The Hufflepuff table hooted and cheered as Rue slowly took the hat off of her head, whispering a thank you.~~~~~
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Post by Rue on Mar 17, 2002 18:22:38 GMT -5
“Hello,” the boy began. “I’m Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy’s son.”
“Hello,” Chris answered dully, watching the boy briefly before looking down at the table.
“I’m Lucius Malfoy’s son.” The boy continued.
“Oh!” Chris gave a start. “Um, right, Chris Valentine” He jutted out his hand to be shaken, then stopped for a few seconds, his face full of concentration. “Doolbdum.” He said satisfyingly, nodding his head slightly.
Draco’s face split into a grin as he shook the outstretched hand. “My father says we’re supposed to be friends.”
“So does mine.” Chris answered.
“He also says that I’m not really supposed to let other people know we’re friends for some reason, I just can’t figure it out. But my father always knows the right thing to do.”
Chris eyed the boy carefully. He seemed like he would be nice enough, if he wasn't bent a bit too much on what his father said. But there just seemed to be something there which he wasn’t picking up on.
“I’m so glad I got into Slytherin,” the boy rambled on. “If I hadn’t my father probably would have killed me.” He gave a light-hearted laugh, before nervously continuing.
“Mine too,” Chris added. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it behind his ears, before skimming his eyes down the Slytherin tables.
“My father-” Draco went on.
Chris wasn’t even listening to him anymore. His eyes had fallen on the girl, Luna. Luna Valentine. She seemed so familiar, and when he threw in the fact that their names were the same…it just didn’t add up. Or, maybe it did add up, and that’s why it was so strange.
“Chris?” Draco nudged Chris. “Is something the matter? My father says if I have any problems at all, I should send him an owl. Is something bothering you?”
Chris shook his head. At that moment two big, burly, boys walked up and dropped themselves on the other side of Draco. “Draco?” the smaller one asked.
“Sit there.” Draco answered, his voice stiff and icy again. He turned back towards Chris, whispering, “My father says I-”
Chris nodded along, not even listening to the last bit, his eyes were back on Luna.~~~~~
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Post by En on Mar 19, 2002 9:43:26 GMT -5
In case anyone is wondering, I do not like this story because it has my name on it, but because it is plum brilliant ;D
Seriously, Roo, what are you going to call the story when it's done? Because "Nialle Story" doesn't really convey what it's about.... And are you talking to minih about his idea for an "Our Hogwarts?"
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Post by Rue on Mar 19, 2002 9:57:00 GMT -5
I'm not sure what I'll call it yet. Maybe a name will just come to me sooner or later. Ooooooooh! And all this plot stuff will be happening soon! Or...well...after a few years at Hogwarts. Maybe a really cool name will come out of something in there.
I posted something about my story in one of Minih's "Our Hogwarts" threads, but I don't know if he's read it yet...
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Post by Chris_Valentine on Mar 19, 2002 10:29:14 GMT -5
Hika-chaaaaaaaan! I love this story, but I've already read this part. *reads it again* Although I didn't really remember that part.. oh well. Please write more? Please? Okay well you don't have to do it right away, but I'd love to read more.
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Post by Rue on Mar 19, 2002 13:21:35 GMT -5
No, I do have to write more right away, I'm just procrastinating like crazy. I even wrote most of one scene, but I am putting off typing it up. But I promise I'll type it up today, and maybe even finish writing it. Then I'll crash land into Gen's pot full of ideas, and maybe come up with a new scene...
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Post by Chris_Valentine on Mar 19, 2002 13:27:47 GMT -5
Hey! I thought yoy huffs were hardworkers! *lol* Oi it is so hard to write with a sleeping pup in you lap! My legs are cramping up! Someone save meeeee!
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Post by Rue on Mar 19, 2002 13:31:49 GMT -5
I am a hard worker...when I put my mind to it. So I will go on a brainstorming kick with Gen sometime soon, and I'll make sure to get lots of ideas for this part of the story. Our last kicks were in years 7 and 5. And I hadn't realized how many people were actually reading the story before, so maybe that'll push me along even faster...
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Post by Chris_Valentine on Mar 19, 2002 13:34:25 GMT -5
I know what you mean. ahhh the power of readers...
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Post by Rue on Mar 20, 2002 20:56:52 GMT -5
I, being the writer of this story, have the power to change things even after I've posted them to the general public. Since I'm not done the story yet and things are ever changing, this is a very useful power to have. So, the names of Gen and Rue McInroy are being changed to Gen and Rue Scribelle (scrib [rhymes with "crib]- elle [rhymes with "dell."]) I'll try to make sure you know whenever I make one of these changes. *grins* Thank you for your patience. Oh! And somehow this bit of the story was put in at some random location, and I have no idea how it got there, so I deleted it from there and I'm going to post it here, where it belongs: Found written about halfway through a book, inside an old pair of underwear, between two stray socks, underneath a heavy cloak, inside a footlocker, beside Draco Malfoy's bed.
Hagrid was the one who led us to the boats. Father warned me about that oaf. He said he'd been expelled in his third year. How stupid do you have to be to get expelled from Hogwarts?
Crabe and Goyle followed me into a boat. I don't like them much. Father's always said to make strong friends and that they'd help me, but they're just so...stupid. I wish I could be friends with Harry Potter. I asked him on the train, but he blew me off. Father told me I should get close to him, I just don't think he meant for me to do it like that.
Everything else pretty much went as father said it would. We sailed across the lake, then went into the Great Hall. McGonagall gave us some lecture about houses being like family, but I'v already got one family, I don't need another.
I got sorted into Slytherin right away. I knew I would be, I'm just not sure if I want to be. Father said it was the best house and I'd never be able to be a Deatheater if I was put somewhere else. Sometimes I'm not sure if I want what he wants. That's stupid, though. He always knows best.
I've got to go to bed soon, and I wanted to finish reading The Adventures of Mikey the Muggle first. Night.
-Draco~~~~~
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