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Post by hermoine on Jan 11, 2004 8:13:17 GMT -5
Willow, let's just say cokies are our little speciality. ;D
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Post by Sphi on Jan 12, 2004 1:47:28 GMT -5
Er, I'm not Willow. But that's okay. I just thought you should get to know your soon-to-be fellow pseudo Housemates.
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Post by Rubes on Jan 13, 2004 21:12:27 GMT -5
Cookies? But I can only cook muffins Chocolate muffins!
What do we have for blackmail? Maybe it's because I only have a cardboard suit for the Yule Ball Maybe me wearing cardboard suits is permanently damaging to all other students in the school Tee hee!
That was a nice Chapter. We seem to have a HoH-Kidnapping thing going now First Fox, then Pkia....and Pkia again Who will be next?
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Post by hermoine on Jan 16, 2004 11:06:30 GMT -5
OMG!! Sorry, my mistake.
You can do the muffins Rubes, Cal's got a nice Cookie factory, what should I do? Hmmmm....
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Post by potterknowitall on Jan 17, 2004 13:06:33 GMT -5
Chapter 7: Who’s On First?
30 minutes, and several short, childish squabbles later, the group of Gryffindors left their Common Room, Pkia walking in between Calantha and Rubes, to prevent her from dashing away. They had kept her under the silencing charm while they were in the Common Room (whether that was because they didn’t want her causing a fuss, or because they were too distracted arguing about the “Plan”, she couldn’t tell), and took it off her as the were entering the corridor, but only after making her cross heart and promise not to shout for help.
It was now 11:35, and Pkia was getting nervous. She couldn’t decide what was more important to do: stay with the Gryffindors and find out what they had of hers, or escape to the Astronomy Tower and stop whoever sent her the letter from leaking out what they had. How was she to know what situation would be worse?
“I’m sorry there wasn’t an easier way to do this, Pkia,” said Calantha, genially. “But we’re really getting impatient for a win, and who says that only Slytherins can be sneaky?”
Pkia shrugged and kept her eyes on the ground, resigning herself to play along with the Gyffindors unless an opportunity to make her meeting arose. She put on a smile, and decided to do her best to seem comfortable with the situation.
“Ah, it’s alright,” she replied, forcing herself to sound like she found it all funny. “I can’t say that Ravenclaw has never tried some crazy scheme. Of course, we never put any of our members through what you did to Hermoine. Covering her in the ooze just so that you could lure me out of my office?”
“To be fair,” interjected Rubes, “we didn’t actually do that. Pocket Vodie really was throwing that stuff around and covered Hermoine – we just took advantage of the situation.”
“Always being resourceful, aren’t you, Rubes?” she said drily. She wrinkled her nose as she noticed more drops of the ooze on the floor, and felt bad for Hermoine, who must’ve still been sticky from it. Just as she was about to open her mouth and issue sympathies to her, she realized that Hermoine wasn’t even with them, and hadn’t joined the group to the Great Hall so that she could clean up. Pkia didn’t even have a chance to connect these thoughts in her head before getting distracted by the sound of a group of people trying to be quiet, but not able to suppress laughter.
She looked around to the Gryffindors to read their expressions, but Rubes was loudly preaching the necessity of Plans, and Ceri was contradicting him by saying it took out all the fun. Pkia would’ve thought of some way to use these passer-bys to her benefit, but before she could start thinking about it, her captors ran straight into a group of icky, sticky Slytherins.
“Yeuch!” exclaimed Rhi, a look of disgust on her face as she moved away from Willow and observed how covered she was by the same, clear, dirty ooze that Hermoine had been before.
“Gryffindors?” murmered all the Slytherins.
“Slytherins?” whispered all the Gyffindors to each other.
“What are you doing out so late?” demanded Calantha.
“What are you doing out so late?” retorted Brielle.
“We asked first!” chipped in Mag.
“We were here first!” said Jen, indignantly.
“Aha!” exclaimed Rubes.
“’Aha!’, what?” questioned Willow.
“I’m not sure. What were you doing out here first?”
“We were…” Willow trailed off and looked to the others for help. They all started talking at once, but, after a moment of silence, all put in their part of the story.
“We were studying.”
“In the library.”
“For History of Magic.”
“So, naturally, we all fell asleep.”
“What were you doing out here after us?”
“Er…” Calantha trailed off and looked to the others for help. They also started talking at once until a moment of quiet came along and they put in the parts of their story one by one.
“We were working on a group project.”
“For the Yule Ball.”
“It’s a surprise."
"So we can’t tell you exactly what.”
“You understand.”
Neither of the groups, obviously, were satisfied with these answers, but if they asked more questions, they would have to answer to more of them themselves. So the two groups smiled at each other, said that they had to be off, and went their separate ways without looking back – the Gryffindors towards the Great Hall, and the Slytherins down another corridor.
The Ravenclaw, however, didn’t go with the Slytherins or the Gryffindors. While the two houses were brushing ooze off themselves, or trying to figure out how to get away as quick as possible, she was side stepping her way to a tapestry that she knew had a hole in the wall behind it. She hid behind it, waiting until the Gryffindors would realize that she was missing and split up to look for her. It wasn’t too long until she heard Rubes and Ceri rushing past, Rubes complaining that “If we had only stuck to the plan, none of this would have happened!”. She couldn’t see the pair from behind the wall hanging, but she knew that Ceri must’ve been rolling her eyes at that moment. Their footsteps died down, and she checked the corridor (this was an action all too familiar for her liking), but, of course, just as she was about to step out, the group of Slytherins started walking back to the direction they came from a few minutes earlier, loads of toast in their arms.
“That was a close call,” laughed Silver. “Imagine if they had ran into us on the way back with all this stuff.”
“Well, it serves them right for wandering the halls so late at night,” Leia said, grinning. “Pity that Pocket Voldie wasn’t out here to throw some of that stuff on them again.”
“Ugh, this is never going to come out of my hair,” complained Brielle. “Why does it have to eat so messy? Honestly, how hard is it to close when you chew?”
The group laughed and continued walking down the corridor that they had come from earlier and were out of earshot before Pkia could find out just exactally what was eating so messy. She checked her watch - she only had about 15 minutes to get there, but wherever the Slytherins were going, it was on the way. So, she slipped out from behind the tapestry and followed the sound of the Slytherins, taking extra caution to avoid the puddles of ooze that they left behind them...
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S.S Tigress
Slytherin Alumni
Shots in the dark from empty guns, never heard by anyone
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Post by S.S Tigress on Jan 17, 2004 15:53:41 GMT -5
There's some sentences that are not needed that bother me a little, but I'm enjoying the story too much to want to critique it in depth.
Oo! something that eats? So the slytherins own something that lives..oo the plot thickens, I'm so excited to read more once you write it all up!
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Post by Sphi on Jan 17, 2004 16:00:32 GMT -5
AHH! I loved the dialogue between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins! Masterfully crafted! ;D
So is this clear gooey stuff not from Pocket Voldie? Oooh...is it Fluffy?! *shuts up*
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Post by potterknowitall on Jan 17, 2004 20:13:47 GMT -5
Chapter 8: Run, Run, As Fast As You Can!
The group of Slytherins were making their way back to their meeting place, and Pkia was doing her best to follow them. It wasn’t very difficult – they weren’t very good at being quiet. She stayed a turn behind them, and then listened their laughing to find where she would have to turn next. It wasn’t until they descended their third flight of stairs, putting them at the Dungeon level, that their conversations actually became audible to her.
“Pocket Voldie? What are you doing with that bucket again? It’s only supposed to be used to keep people away. Put it down. Put it down right no---!” Leia shrieked mid-sentence, and the high-pitched laughter of the little man could be heard. “Voldie! Get back here! Get back here, you little bugger!”
The clatter of a metal bucket could be heard, and Pkia peered around the corner to see Pocket Voldie zooming in circles around the even gooier Slytherins, who jumped up, trying to grab him on his little broom. He did a last loop around them and then flew off down the corridor in Pkia’s direction, the Slytherins throwing ooze off themselves and towards him.
“Run, run, as fast as you can! You can’t catch me I’m the- ack!” Pocket Voldie zoomed around the corner, straight into Pkia’s outstretched hand. She held him in one hand, and covered him with her other to mute the foul comments coming out of his mouth.
“Ugh. You should’ve listened to me when you got him, Leia. I know he’s not a dog, but some training wouldn’t have hurt him,” said Tigress as she tried to clean it off her face with the edge of her robe.
“I know, I know.”
“Let’s just get going,” said Silver, who had narrowly avoided the bulk of the ooze and only got a bit of the spray off others. “Where’s the entrance, again?”
“Just around the corner. Don’t forget, just take a running start at it. It’s just like at Platform 93/4”
With Pocket Voldie in her hand, Pkia looked around the corner to see where the door was, but it was just around the next corner and so she couldn’t see anything besides a few disgruntled Slytherins flicking ooze off of themselves. She would’ve tip toed her way around to the next corner to watch them, but before she made it half way down the corridor, it was completely silent, and she knew that they all must’ve gone.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed, jerking her hand away. “You bit me!”
“And I’ll do it again if you don’t let me down this instant!” Pocket Voldie spit and wrinkled his little nose, “Yeuch, now I’ve got Ravenclaw in my mouth.”
“I taste fine. And you’re hardly in a position to be making demands.”
“What? You filthy little Ravenclaw! Do you know who you’re talking to? I am Voldemort! Bow! Tremble! Let. Me. Go!”
“Oh, stop squirming. I can hold you tighter, you know,” she threatened.
“Ugh! You beast!” he squirmed and kicked, and made to bite her thumb.
“If you bite me again, I’ll drop you! 4 feet to a 6 inch man is enough to cause damage.”
“I can’t believe this! Caught! By a Ravenclaw, of all things! Argh! What do you want from me?”
“Voldie,” she cooed, patronizingly. “Calm down first, and then we can discuss what’s going to happen to your little broom.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh wouldn’t I?”
“Blast! Give it back right this instant! Don’t make me take my wrath out on you!”
“Come on,” she twirled the 5 inch broom in her one hand, and held Voldie away from her with the other for fear he’d spit on her or something. She smiled sweetly to annoy him, “I just want to know what the Slytherins are up to, and how to get into the entrance they were talking about.”
“Do you really believe that I, Voldemort, would lower himself to dealings with someone like you?” he growled, but looked at his broom in her other hand. It enabled him to do so much more damage than he used to on foot – and to get away with it. “Argh. Fine. Give me my broom back and I’ll tell you how to get into the Secret Slytherin Chamber.”
“No, no. You tell me first, and then I’ll give it back.”
He grumbled under his breath and kicked in frustration. “Fine! Any idiot could find it, if they tried hard enough. Although, it is you…”
“Voldie,” she tightened her grip just enough to make him uncomfortable.
“Just turn the corner and run straight through the wall with the portrait, in between the two doors,” he spit it out very fast, then loosened an arm from her grip and started reaching for the broom.
“Thank you,” she said, and let him stand on one of her hands while she taunted him a little by holding the other one just out of reach until she felt bad for the little man. “Now, don’t come back here with any more of that slime, you got it?”
He jumped onto the broom and hovered eye level, “Now, don’t come back here with any more of that slime,” he said, mocking her tone. She made to reach for him again, and he sped off. She shook her head, grateful that he wasn’t regular size, and turned the corner.
“Voldie!” she groaned. There were three doors in a row, and portraits in between each of them. In the one, an old, bearded knight slept against the frame, and in the other, a pretty young witch scribbled away at a writing desk.
“Um, excuse me?” she approached to portrait of the girl. “I hate to interrupt you, but I’ve been looking for some Slytherins. You haven’t seen anyone, erm, running through your wall lately, have you?”
The witch looked up from her desk and eyed Pkia, noting her Ravenclaw crest. “Why yes, yes I have. Quite strange. Do you know what they’ve been doing?”
“No, I’ve been trying to find out though. I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going to have to run through you.”
“Oh, no problem at all. I’ll just step over to the next portrait.”
Pkia took several steps backwards while the girl walked out of her frame. She always hated doing these things – the idea of running through something solid seemed to bother her. But she needed to do this. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then ran....
“OW!” she banged straight into the wall, and the young girl started laughing hysterically at her. “What was that for?” She looked up to examine the wall, rubbing her head, arms, back, and everything else that hurt from the rather rude stop. It wasn’t until just then that she noticed the name of the subject of the painting.
“Bellatrix? Oh. Just my luck.”
“Stupid Ravenclaw,” she laughed, going back to her frame. “And they say that you’re the smart ones. Ha!”
Pkia got up slowly and glared at the portrait. “You’re so lucky that there’s a spell on this portrait that keeps it flame-proof.”
“Oooh, I’m so scared! Do you even know how to use a wand, mudblood?”
Pkia shook her head and ignored the girl. The portrait of Bellatrix, which was donated by a relative of hers who was a past Headmaster, must’ve been lying to her. She walked over and positioned herself in front of the portrait of the Knight. She stuck her tongue out at the girl, hoped for the best, and then ran straight towards the portrait…
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Post by Sphi on Jan 17, 2004 20:39:06 GMT -5
Another very good chapter...and props for getting it posted so quickly! My favourite part in this chapter had to be the conversation between pkia and Pocket Voldie. Hahaha, don’t make me take my wrath out on you!
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Post by hermoine on Jan 18, 2004 8:29:30 GMT -5
2 wonderful chapters Pkia!
Just one question, how can you talk again. I mean there was a silencing charm, the next minute you were talking perfectly fine.
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Post by Rubes on Jan 18, 2004 8:40:45 GMT -5
They had kept her under the silencing charm while they were in the Common Room (whether that was because they didn’t want her causing a fuss, or because they were too distracted arguing about the “Plan”, she couldn’t tell), and took it off her as the were entering the corridor, but only after making her cross heart and promise not to shout for help. I reckon that might be it
Hum dee dum. If I was going to kidnap the Headmistress, I wouldn't do it just for the House Points I'd do something else as well
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Post by potterknowitall on Jan 18, 2004 14:06:33 GMT -5
Rubes coughed, deciding to forget the short tiff that were having when they were interrupted. “So I suppose you’re wondering why you’re here, are you? Well, we’ve got a few, what should we call them?, demands. The first of which we’re going to take care of tonight, and then tomorrow, you’ll help us with the second.” Who says you only got me for the House Points?
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Post by Tange-Rhi-ne, Tange-Rhi-ne on Jan 21, 2004 21:57:54 GMT -5
This is so amazing!!!! Hahaha I love it I get covered in slime (granted it was a few chapters back)...yay...? But I was very happy when I saw my name. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. *is a dork* ;D Write more soon please! Oh and I loved the conversation between Pkia and Pocket Voldie, too
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Post by En on Jan 23, 2004 0:27:46 GMT -5
Ack! You can't stop now, it's a cliffhanger!
Ditto Rhi... the convo between pkia and Pocket Voldie is priceless. But the Gryff/Slyth exchange is immortal. You rock, pkia dahling ;D
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Post by potterknowitall on Jan 27, 2004 12:55:08 GMT -5
Chapter 9: Fluffy?
Pkia took a running start at the wall, and covered her face with her hands, just in case this was a regular wall, too. To her luck, it wasn’t, and she ran straight through it and into a large, cavernous room.
“Pkia!” some Slytherins shouted.
“What on earth are you doing here?” demanded Silver.
“How did you even get through the wall?” asked Tigress, quite shocked.
“What am I doing? What are you doing? And what is going on?” Pkia blinked and looked around the room, which had become some sort of menagerie. Her focus drifted to one beast in particular, which she stared at while the Slytherins quickly tried to hide it. Although, it’s quite hard to hide a massive, three-headed dog that’s slobbering with one head, growling at you with another, and lapping up orange juice from an enlarged plate with the third.
“Well?” she said, jerking away from a cage behind her with half a dozen or so Cornish Pixies who were trying to lunge at her arm. The six Slytherins who were in the room were all noiseless, and only Willow spoke up after an uncomfortable silence.
“His name’s Fluffy,” she said. “He’s really quite friendly once you get to know him.”
“You’re calling a massive, three headed dog Fluffy? And feeding him off toast and orange juice? What about all these other beasts? What are you doing with Pixies and Flobberworms and Billywiggs and a Jarvey?
“There’s also a Boggart in that box over there,” Jess chipped in.
“And a Boggart. What are you running? Some kind of black market?”
“Maybe,” said Brielle, sheepishly.
“Not exactly,” said Leia, defensively. “You see, we run a business.”
“A business?” interrupted Pkia, quite shocked.
“Yes,” said Silver. “You see, to be entirely honest, there are plenty of people around the school who need to cause a little mischief. And we provide them with the means.”
“The Slytherins have been doing it for ages!” added Jess. “It’s practically a tradition.”
“Ok,” said Pkia slowly, trying to understand and calm down. “So, people rent these beasts from you? And then what?”
“Let them loose in other people’s Common Rooms, I suppose,” shrugged Brielle. “We’re only really involved with the delivery of the beasts to the purchaser.”
“But,” she stuttered out, “You can’t keep these beasts here! You can’t feed them just off the food that you steal from breakfast!”
“You saw that?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“I mean, these beasts need to be taken proper care of. And you can’t just be letting them loose around the school because someone paid you the right price.”
“Why not?”
“It’s irresponsible, that’s why. How long have you been doing this? Why haven’t I heard about this before if it’s been going on for ages?”
“Well, maybe ‘ages’ wasn’t the right word,” said Leia, “More like weeks. And it’s not so much a 'tradition', as a new idea.”
“We haven’t gone public with the plan, yet,” said Willow.
Pkia groaned and rubbed her eyes, trying to figure out what to do. She looked around the room, examining all the beasts. The room was square, and the walls were lined with cages of different sizes and styles. Quite a few of them were empty, but a number of them were filled with beasts. They all seemed to have been taken good enough care of. The Flobberworm was eating some lettuce, there was an ample supply of toast for the giant dog. The Jarvey in the corner has a tray of water in front of it, some proper food, and was healthy enough to spew out foul words whenever the room got too quiet. She caught the time on her watch, and was surprised to find that it was 11:55.
“Oh goodness,” she said shaking her head. “I have to go – but don’t think that you’re getting off scotch free. I’ll talk to you tomorrow about this, alright?”
Pkia ran out through the wall before any of the Slytherins could say anything, or ask where she had to be at this hour. She shut her eyes as she ran though the wall, and didn’t open them again until she heard Bellatrix again.
“Oh, come back so soon?” she said with feigned concern. “Don’t tell me that the little puppy scared the big bad Headmistress, did it?”
“Be quiet. I’m quite tempted to put you in storage for hiding this. You should’ve told someone that you knew students were hiding beasts like that.”
“Oh, no! Not storage! Ha! You can’t even take me off this wall, mudblood - I’m magically stuck on. Now tell me, did you try to run though the wrong wall on your way back?”
Pkia brushed her robes off and ignored the portrait, tip toeing through the ooze that was on the floor (which she now knew to be dog slobber) and going through the hallway, cautiously towards the main stairwells to make her way to the Astronomy Tower. She was sure to step quietly and listen for any voices, because the Gryffindors still had time to get her to help with the House Glasses.
Sure enough, just as she was approaching the last turn, she heard Rhi’s voice.
“Pocket Voldie! Stop!”
“Commanding me around?” exclaimed Pocket Voldie, sounding disgusted. “What do you want, Gryffindor? Looking for another hit of that slime?”
“No, no, not at all! We were wondering if you saw anyone in the hallways, Voldie.”
“That’s Lord Voldie to you,” he snapped back.
“Lord Voldie,” Pkia heard another voice say, which sounded like Rubes. He was trying to sound quite reverent and to butter Pocket Voldie up. “We’re trying to find Pkia. We need her for something.”
“Oh, really? Something good, or something bad?”
“Do you know where she is?”
He cackled, “Something bad, then?”
Pkia groaned, knowing that he would still be sore at her.
“Sure, I’ll lower myself enough to help you. Follow m- eeeEE!” Pocket Voldie went flying down a hallway the opposite direction of Pkia with a scream after she pointed her wand and whispered “Waddiwasi” in his direction. Pkia turned around and ran to another set of stairs as she heard the Gryffindors chase Voldie down the other hallway.
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