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Post by Will on Dec 22, 2003 20:32:29 GMT -5
-nearly falls off her chair- Wait, what? Blasted cliffhangers. This is so very exciting. Hey, I’ve heard about Leia and Christ kidnapping En and stuffing cheese into hir mouth. Eck. I wonder what’s going to happen this time…
Toast. What in the world are we doing with toast? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, eh? It seems most of the students are a bunch of sneaky troublemakers… and I’m not complaining.
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Post by Tange-Rhi-ne, Tange-Rhi-ne on Dec 23, 2003 23:51:39 GMT -5
AAAH this is great I love it; write more please! ;D
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Post by potterknowitall on Dec 27, 2003 17:12:13 GMT -5
Chapter 3: Lions and Tigers and Parrots, Oh My!
Nialle started coughing hard. It sounded almost painful, and he looked frightened. Then, blue feathers flew out of his mouth. They kept on coming as he coughed and, as if that wasn’t bad enough, a bronze poof of smoke covered him and bird noises came from the cloud. Most people backed away from this show, but a few people ran forward to help him and brushed aside the smoke with their hands. Once the smoke cleared, however, everyone, with the exception of Sands and Rita who were almost on the floor in hysterics, let out a gasp.
He’d turned into a giant, blue, parrot.
“How ironic,” commented Pkia drily, under her breath. Lirael, who happened to be right beside her, gave a glare.
Everyone stood still for a while. While he wasn’t exactally just an oversized parrot, his arms did turn into feathered wings and the talons that he sprouted broke through his socks. He was covering his face with his wings and wouldn’t put them down. Rue and a few other Hufflepuffs ran up to him.
“Nialle? How do you feel?” asked Rue, who sat in Pkia’s chair and tried to get a look at his face.
“How do you feel?” he retorted. Rue glanced around at everyone for some help.
“Nialle, just let us see. It’s probably not that bad.”
“It’s probably not that bad,” he responded.
“Stop fooling around, Nialle. Just put down your hands… er, wings.”
“Just put down your hands,” he said, and lowered them slowly. His face was covered in feathers and he’d grown a beak.
People kept trying to ask him what had happened, but all he could do was repeat the last thing that was said to him. Unfourtantly, he was one of those annoying, repeating, parrots. After a few minutes, it was decided that a few people would take him down to the infirmary and see what Madame Pomfrey could do about it. After he was led out, Pkia told people to carry on eating and that she was sure he’d be fine. While saying the second part, she stared directly at Sands. She walked towards the threesome and sat down beside Sands.
“Alright, what was it?”
“What was what?” Sands replied, trying her very hardest to not to break into a fit of giggles and conceal her grin.
“Sands, if Nialle stays like that because you won’t tell me what you gave him…”
“Oh, that,” she said innocently. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing too bad. It was just a slight alteration of Canary Creams. It was only supposed to turn him into a blue eagle. I guess it didn’t mix well with his Sylph metabolism.”
Pkia groaned and rolled her eyes. She leaned on the table and looked around the Great Hall while trying to decide what to do. It wasn’t until just then that she remembered the Slytherins. They were all gone, and so was all the toast from their table – including the magic plates that replenish the food when it runs out. Without even telling Sands that she’d talk to her about it later, she got up and walked as quick as she could without looking suspicious from the Great Hall. The whole Parrot ordeal only lasted about 10 minutes, and she was only talking with Sands for a few moments. If they waited to see what happened to the Headmaster, some of them could still be close by.
“If I was a Slytherin who was up to something, where would I be?” she muttered to herself under her breath. “Dungeons!” She started heading towards the staircases that led towards the spare dungeons, but before she could get very far, three very disgruntled looking Hufflepuffs stepped in her way.
“Hello, Pkia,” said Lirael, very shortly.
She ground to a stop so as not to run into Robin. They weren’t dressed in their feathery costumes this time, though it seemed like Nialle molted a little on the way to the infirmary and his blue feathers stuck to their cloaks. “Hello. Any news?”
“No,” stated in KoNeko, who folded her arms and glared. “I don’t suppose you have anything you’d like to mention about it, do you?”
“Oh, I actually forgot to send someone to the infirmary to let Madame Pomfrey know,” she took a step to the side to try and get around them and hurry on her way, but Robin also took a step. “I found out what it was, and it should wear off on its own. But I’m in a bit of a rush right now, if you don’t mind.”
“Mm, we’re sure. So did you find out who it was?”
“Yes, I did, and I’ll deal with them later. I’ve really got to run, though,” she was getting frustrated. She pushed her way past them and started walking away.
“Fine,” replied Robin, saying it to her loudly down the hall. “We just wanted to let you know what goes around comes around.”
Pkia walked on, ignoring what she said, and not realizing that they thought she was the one who gave the potion to Nialle.
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Post by En on Dec 27, 2003 19:56:40 GMT -5
who gave the potion to Nialle.
Awwk!
[translation]Bwahahaha... *wipes tear from eye* I'll get you my pretty, and your little spider too...[/translation]
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Post by potterknowitall on Dec 27, 2003 23:21:22 GMT -5
yeah, i know i just added on, but this is just a boring plot-point chapter so i thought i'd put two in at one. doesn't work out so bad for you, eh?
Chapter 4: Parchment Planes
Pkia rummaged through her desk drawer. She was looking for some parchment and a quill, but it looked like someone had been in her private space and moved things around. She didn’t have time to wonder who it was; it was now only three days until the Yule Ball and she still didn’t have the decorations up. They, like so many other things, had gone missing.
It had been four days since the incident with the potion and that particularily strange day. After many strange encounters in the hallway, some bizarre incidents in the Great Hall, and a threatening message in the corridor, she had ran down to the Dungeons and found what looked like the remains of a gathering, but no Slytherins or indications of what was going on.
She didn’t have time to worry about it right now. Her desk was a complete mess. On the top, there were stacks of papers that needed to be sorted or signed, and, once upon a time, there were other important documents that just got lost in the shuffle of day-to-day life. Perhaps it would’ve been kept neater if she could use one of her bottom two drawers, but she had locked one of them long ago when a Boggart popped out at her, and she couldn’t remember which one it was anymore. Suffice it to say, it was difficult finding anything, especially parchment that wasn’t spilt with ink, or a quill that wasn’t broken in half.
In a moment of frustration and desperation for a clear desk, she wiped the entire space clear and threw everything on the ground. She sat there a moment, staring at the mess. While she was quite tempted to just leave it there and see if Nialle would do it all for her when he returned from the Hospital Wing (Yes, he was still there. The potion was taking unusually long to wear off. While he did lose the talons, beak and wings, his body was still covered with blue feathers and he had a tendency to cough them up or molt when upset. He was still repeating people, too.) she figured she might aswell stop being lazy. Heaving a sigh and walking around to the front of her desk, she started picking up some papers and reading what was on them, sorting them into about 4 piles. “Today,” “Yesterday,” “Last Week,” and “Way Too Late.” The time frames she was sorting them into related to the times which those letters or messages needed to be replied. A lot of them where folded into paper planes in a moment of boredom and forgotten so, unfourtantly, most of them fell under “Way Too Late” and only three were dates later than the current.
It was standard desk work until she came across a particularily strange envelope which she failed to open. It came from her own desk, but it wasn’t her hand writing and there was a seal on it with “OOTSF” written on it. She didn’t know what it stood for. She took a pen knife and sliced open the seal. A piece of parchment with her own letterhead came out, and another, smaller, unsealed envelope.
She read herself, and muttered parts aloud. “Dear Headmistress… We know what you’ve been up to… take responsibility… quite unfair… one of our own… something private… you might not want it to get out… meet us tomorrow evening, midnight, at the Astronomy Tower… come alone.”
She folded the letter up and didn’t really know what to make of it. It seemed like someone, or organization, rather, thought that she had done something to “one of their own” and had something on her. The letter directed her to open the smaller envelope to find out what exactally they knew.
Pkia was more nervous than with most of the letters like this that she got. Sure, people bluffed, but they usually only threatened to do something, and didn’t often try to get her to join them somewhere for "discussion". She also didn’t know when the letter arrived, so she could’ve missed the meeting. She took the letter to her desk and sat down to read it again for some indication of what they thought she had done. However, this time when she finished it, she took out the other envelope and opened it. Her heart pounded as she read it, and she couldn’t believe that they had found it out. She thought it was completely secret! Something like this couldn’t get let out! She folded it up and just as she shoved it down into her pocket, a banging at the door made her jump…
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Post by Sphi on Dec 28, 2003 2:01:07 GMT -5
*is proud that she's figured out what OOTSF stands for on her own*
Awesome writing, pkia. I wish I had started reading this right when you began; you've got a ton of hilarious quotes floating around in there. The first chapter is my favourite, hands down. I especially love the insane, feathered Huffs. (haha poor En!) The Ravens seem much more malicious than usual, while the Gryffs and Slyths have been pretty much out of the picture the whole time. (I know that'll change soon, what with our toast plotting...)
I don't think I know anyone here well enough to give you suggestions. I'll just tell you that you're doing a spectacular job at writing humor+suspense, although I much prefer the humor parts.
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Post by Nie on Dec 28, 2003 4:29:19 GMT -5
Eep! I've been made all evil sounding with glaring and short talking.
En, I guess at least you aren't bald.
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Post by hermoine on Dec 28, 2003 7:44:38 GMT -5
Yeay!! You mentioned the OOTSF . It's becoming even more exciting.
Poor En, why's he always the one to get the bad things on him?
Keep writing. I wanna know why we called you up there. And I think I know what you did.
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Post by potterknowitall on Dec 28, 2003 10:07:38 GMT -5
Yeah, sorry, I took some artistic liberties with people's personalities... Ko, Robin and Lirael don't get that grumbly, though I imagine that you all get protective over your friends, right?
And yes, more Gryffindors in the next Chapter and then more Slytherins in the ones following. I need to set up for these things - if I made sure everyone was in every chapter, it'd be really hectic. Believe it or not, I actually managed to develope a plot for where this is going, so don't worry, all the active members on this board are going to get their part.
Suggestions are still more than welcome, even if it's just something crazy that you think that 1 person should do, or something about a certain person that you think should be in there. ((and PM those specific ones to me, please))
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Post by Sphi on Dec 28, 2003 18:52:00 GMT -5
No, I liked all the Raven/Huff appearances! I think that actually made the story more funny, since we don't get to see a whole lot of them in the books. It's like seeing a new, weird twist on the whole Hogwarts situation (even though this is TD). I'm sure the Gryff/Slyth parts you add will be good too, but like you said, don't feel obliged to have everyone in every chapter.
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Post by Me on Dec 29, 2003 1:15:43 GMT -5
Why is it that Nialle always seems to be the victim in these stories.
Loved the orange juice. Pray do tell, did it have lots of pulp?
Ideas you ask for? I'll send them over as soon as I get any. Apparently my ideas aren't all that great lately.
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Post by potterknowitall on Dec 29, 2003 1:23:27 GMT -5
Lol, I wasn't trying to pick on shim - It's just that he was sitting beside me and it was soo easy...
I'm sure that the orange juice had tons of pulp since it was your sick mind that concoted it up (())
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Post by Rubes on Jan 1, 2004 7:39:17 GMT -5
You aren't planning on bringing us Gryffs to this "meeting" just to get back at us, are you?
I reckon the story so far is beaut; Shame we Gryffs aren't involved yet, but I'm sure the Red and Gold will roar soon
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Post by Will on Jan 1, 2004 15:27:07 GMT -5
I'm looking forward to the silver and green to slither its way it, but I honestly and quite sinserly believe that the Raven and Huff showing is rather an entertaining read...
Heehee. Yeah, keep up the good work. I'm alittle scared to see what the Hufflepuffs are going to do to you, Pkia, but... I still can't wait to find out.
-Has just figured out what OOTSF stands for all on her own-
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Post by S.S Tigress on Jan 1, 2004 16:26:32 GMT -5
Hehe I figured it out when I first read it! This is just wonderful, Pkia keep going! The title of your 3rd chapter threw me off a little. You mentioned parrots but nothing of tigers or lions so I got confused. The whole, Gryffs being a little suspcious of evil things is just too funny! I can't get over it. Toast? The plot gets stranger and stranger....
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