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Post by Sphi on Mar 4, 2003 22:08:16 GMT -5
Note: I've decided to make this sorta like a role-play, assuming that Riddle's soul was still in the diary. I'm basically going to act as Riddle (as well as myself) by writing in that black script. I'm hoping people will be creative and develop their "dark secrets and problems" to unknowingly share with the diary. I thought this would be rather interesting if people come up with good stories.
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*A book lies desolately on a round, mahogany table in the Slytherin Common Room. Most people just pass by it without even noticing the aged leather-bound book. But a select few, perhaps the most troubled and shrewd of Slytherin house, stop, if even for just a second, to give a second glance at the mysterious book.*
*Although the diary appears unused, words start to appear onto the page, seemingly out of nowhere. The words are written neatly in script with ink so dark that it seems to create a void into the core of the book.*
It’s been such a long time. I wonder when another soul will once again stumble upon me and reveal all his darkest, innermost secrets. I do long to find another to keep my existence strong...
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Post by Will on Mar 4, 2003 23:04:09 GMT -5
~Willow picks up the diary with steady hands. This Slytherin girl has had a stormy past, which she hides with much skill. It was filled with guilt and regret. She had always wanted a diary to finally, just once, spill out her secret. Her eyes roam across the leather cover, carefully examining it. After quite some time of mental conflict, she decides to write in it~
Dear Diary,
I don’t really know where to start, for I have never owned a diary before…My name is Willow and I attend Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry…
~And so she lets her soul seep into the diary, little by little…~
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Post by Sphi on Mar 5, 2003 16:36:06 GMT -5
Ah, another Hogwarts first year...Greetings, Willow. I must say, I'm glad that somebody has found me again. I can't remember the last time I had someone to talk to. My name is Tom Riddle. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself? Or perhaps anything out of the ordinary that's happening around the school...?
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Post by Will on Mar 5, 2003 17:48:32 GMT -5
~Her eyes narrow as she watch the words appear. Could this thing be trusted? After all, she found it and she knew nothing about it~
It's a pleasure Tom. What is there to say about me? Well, first of all, I'm not a first year. Just thought you ought to know. I'm a Slytherin 5th year student...
~She pauses, for her conscious was screaming in her ears~
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Post by Sphi on Mar 5, 2003 19:37:43 GMT -5
Forgive me, then, Willow. But then again, how could I take you for a first year? You're much too wise and mature. I guess that is to be expected from Slytherins. At least that hasn't changed over the years. But it does seem that something is troubling your mind. If you'd like to share, I'd be glad to listen...
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Post by Will on Mar 5, 2003 20:02:51 GMT -5
~Willow bites her lower lip out of the uneasiness she starts to feel. Her fingers tighten the grip of her pen. She decides to turn the question on him instead. She was not willing to tell anything until she knew more about him~
Indeed there are particular things troubling me. Everybody has to have something haunting his or her very soul. However, that’s enough about me for now. I want to know more about you. Why are you here in this diary?
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Post by Sphi on Mar 5, 2003 22:21:02 GMT -5
There really isn't much to know about me. I, too, attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry many years ago. I was really quite a well-esteemed student - top of my class and respected by the teachers and students alike - so I did not want to be forgotten once I left Hogwarts. Hence I used my magical abilities to capture the essence of my seventeen-year-old self in this diary. It is, after all, through memories that we gain true immortality...
But like I mentioned before, I haven't much to say. I am but a spirit, so you needn't worry. You can trust me...[/font]
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Post by Will on Mar 6, 2003 0:16:03 GMT -5
~The grip on her pen loosens. Something in the back of her mind told her not to listen to him, but she was in need of someone to confide in~
I guess I do need someone to listen to me…It’s not that I don’t have friends that I could talk to. It’s just that I don’t want to entrust them with my secrets. Well, there is one that I could, but that is one of my problems.Now where should I start? Let’s see...I have a friend named Sareno. I met him a few years ago when he came to this school caring a heavy burden on his shoulders…
~ Pauses ~
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Post by Sphi on Mar 8, 2003 0:18:31 GMT -5
Sareno...the name seems to linger in the back of my mind. I don't know when or where, but the name seems familiar. Perhaps I'm just imagining it. But forgive me for interrupting. Please, continue...
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Post by Will on Mar 8, 2003 0:40:46 GMT -5
Sareno is very different from the rest of us...He has this special power. I found out the first day I met him. It seemed like he was just a 1st year and I came to greet him. Oh, how wrong I ended up to be!
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Post by Sphi on Mar 8, 2003 17:23:15 GMT -5
*Nothing happens at first, but slowly the words start to appear again, this time much more hesitantly than before.*
Special power...? And...into which house was he sorted? There's something about all this that seems very familiar...
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Post by Will on Mar 8, 2003 19:23:28 GMT -5
Slytherin of course. However, it turned out that he is not a student at all...Do you know him?
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Post by Sphi on Mar 8, 2003 21:05:55 GMT -5
No. I don't know him. How could I? I attended that school years before you...
So if he isn't a student, what exactly is he...? And why is it that this one boy could bring you so much worry?[/font]
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Post by Will on Mar 8, 2003 23:14:34 GMT -5
He is, or was an assistant professor... It's a long story that I really don't want to tell right now. The point is that I have gotten really close to him, and one day he just vanished...
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Post by Salazar Slytherin on Mar 8, 2003 23:32:51 GMT -5
ooc: Well you never said that only you 2 could rp in here.
bic: *comes into the common room and sees Willow with the diary* What are you doing? What are you writing in?
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