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As you all know (or do you?) I haven't been on in a while, so if you could update me on whats been going on, that would be GREAT!!!:):):) I just wish me computer would up-load things better.:( :) Thanks, guys!!!!:):):):):D
submitted by Aqua/Bekah, age 14/12, GH/ND
(April 22, 2009 - 2:05 pm)
(April 22, 2009 - 2:05 pm)
((Er... Not much... I think we're eating breakfast right now... And our villain is a crazed guy named Wolfbar who wants to bring the Dark Lord back to life.
Also I will repost my "can we please ressurrect Voldy and Bellatrix?" speech here:
Haha, we could have Wolfbar actually manage to resurrect the two of them, only to find Voldemort has actually been thinking a lot in the afterlife, and decided that, if he ever got *another* chance he would be on the side of good - so now he's reformed, and Bellatrix is too because she'd follow him anywhere...
They try to capture Wolfbar but he gets away, his dreams crushed, and Voldy and Bella have to seek out help from their old enemies, much to their dismay... At first no one believes them when they say they are reformed, least of all Harry Potter.
Then when Wolfbar, who has gone crazy from grief, actually succeeds in kidnapping Albus (or James, but Albus would, I think, be more fun), Harry goes against the wishes of the Minister (and also against his better judgement) to ask Voldy and Bella for help. Much to everyone's surprise, they agree...
Meanwhile all our characters decide to take matters into their own hands, and go off after Wolfbar and his captive.
Or am I just crazy psychotic obsessed with bringing Voldy and Bella back to life?
What do y'all think? ))
(April 22, 2009 - 9:42 pm)
You might be a little obsessed with bringing Voldy and Bella back to life, but I like the plan. But who is Wolfbar? And isn't it like, impossible to resurrect the dead in HP Land?
(April 23, 2009 - 7:21 am)
((Wolfbar is a villain thought up by, um, Mary, I think. See the last thread. Also, re: bringing back to life; see my arguments as to "they aren't really dead" on one HP thread or another. Anyway, we could probably, er, bend the rules? *puppy eyes*
Shall we put it to a vote? Who wants to go with my idea? *raises hand*))
(April 23, 2009 - 4:45 pm)
//Belinda's POV//
I glared at Oliver for a moment. He raised his eyebrows innocently in that infuriating way he has.
I was saved from having to answer when Slughorn came around with our class schedules; I glanced over mine quickly. Oliver, too, seemed relieved at the interruption.
"Defense next," he muttered.
I ignored him. Inwardly I was fuming; I knew he didn't really believe the anti-Muggle slurs he spouted out on a daily basis; I knew he thought that it was a load of nonsense. But even so...
I found myself glaring at Albus and his group of mudblood friends. Filthy blood-traitor brat.
Sure, Bellatrix had probably been certifiably insane. Sure, she was dead now. But even so... I shot a look at Oliver, who had gone back to staring at Dru. I turned back around.
There was a small, blue-haired girl sitting there, looking absolutely petrified. She looked up suddenly, and started when she saw me glaring at her. I can be very scary-looking, when I want to be...
//Felicitas' POV//
I felt a prickling sensation on the back of my neck, the feeling I get when I'm being watched. I turned around and found myself staring into a pair of dark green eyes that were filled with an obvious hatred. Eyes belonged to a girl who would have been very pretty if a sneer hadn't been etched onto her features. I gulped in spite of myself.
"Who... Who is she?" I asked in a small voice.
Albus looked up. "Oh," he said, looking a little anxious. "That's... Belinda, I think..."
"Yeah," muttered Lillian darkly.
"She seems kind of... scary," I said.
"She's just a stuck-up bully," growled Lillian. I guessed that she spoke from experience.
"Best to steer clear of her, I think," agreed Albus glumly. "Only she seems to have it in for us, so that might be harder than it sounds."
"At least she's not in our year," Kiera cut in mildly. Albus nodded his agreement.
(April 22, 2009 - 10:09 pm)
((@ Lena, and anyne else who didn't read my last post, here's what I wrote on Wolfbar Rangon:))
Wolfbar Rangon's pale skin, waxy and cold, like a corpse's, stood out in the darkness of his mansion's attic. He was reading, poring over old spellbooks and dusty tomes containing the marvelous feats of his idols, heroes such as Grindelwald, the Death Eaters, and, his favorite, the great and terrible Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort killed a thousand people... Voldemort ruined x number of lives in a week... Voldemort made Horcruxes... Voldemort was defeated by a boy...
Wolfbar knew that this couldn't possibly be conceivably the truth. Voldemort hadn't actually died- that is to say, he'd learned the secret of immortality yet. He'd allowed himself to appear thwarted- how cunning! thought Wolfbar with an excited inake of breath- in order to retire for a while, perfect his already spotless magical abilities, and then return in glory to take over- and demollish- the Muggle-loving world that Potter and the rest of them had created!
Potter, thought the young man, his lips curling unpleasantly. We'll just see about him, see how cool and collected he is when his favorite son has an unfortunate accident... we'll just see how old Potty reacts to that, won't we?
He laughed maliciously, an uncommon occurrence for the typically glum youth. He was going to find Voldemort, seek him out, help him ressurrect, an then reap the rewards... a new age of darkness would descend over Mugge and wizarding worlds alike. Doom.
TNO's (say it with me) rant that she reposted on this thread was in response to mine.
(April 23, 2009 - 12:37 pm)
Oh! I DID read that. I just didn't know his name was Wolfbar.
(April 23, 2009 - 5:06 pm)
Hee hee! This sounds GREAT!!
(April 23, 2009 - 5:18 pm)
((Okay, I think I'm up to contributing once more.))
The name of Belinda Selwyn brought knots to my stomach. I squirmed uncomfortably while the others watched her as if she might explode at any moment.
"Yeah," I said. "But that doesn't stop her from being nasty, does - "
At that moment she whirled around.
My heart seemed to stop. "I wasn't talking about you," I said quickly. "I was talking about, um..."
"Your pet tortoise," Felicitas supplied swiftly. "She can be nasty, right?"
I could hardly grin, but I hoped Felicitas knew I was grateful. "Yup."
She whirled around again without another word and went back to her work.
At that moment there was a bang.
(April 23, 2009 - 5:11 pm)
((Where are we? In the Great Hall still?))
//Felicitas' POV//
I whipped around in time to see Belinda rolling to her feet, unscathed. "Bloody-" she snarled, glaring angrily up at the ceiling. "PEEVES!" What appeared to be the remains of a large firecracker were scattered around a scorch on the floor.
Belinda swore. Somewhere above our heads I heard laughter.
"Bloody poltergeist," muttered Belinda darkly as she stormed away.
"I heard her father was a death eater," whispered Lillian. "She's probably unstable."
"Death Eater?" I asked, completely clueless.
"Oh, a while back there was an evil wizard who practiced Dark Magic... Anyway his followers were called Death Eaters," Albus supplied quickly.
"Oh?"
"Mm-hm. His name was Voldemort. He was the worst wizard in the world."
"He's dead now," added Lillian hastily.
Albus grinned suddenly. "Most of his followers were pureblood bigots and their families had a habit of marrying their own cousins, so they were all inbred - I bet that's why they're all so insane."
(April 23, 2009 - 7:28 pm)
I heard a loud bang & the girl next to me dropped her glass of water; it hit the floor with a crunch. I winced as the cool drink splashed over my sneakers. I had feared water as long as I could remember. Ever since a flood had come & killed everyone besides my brother and me. I was four then, so I couldn't remember much. Breaking out of my trance, I turned to look at the catastrophe taking place.
(April 23, 2009 - 7:28 pm)
((Haha, at *exactly* the same time. o.O We can probably use both though, if you're at a different bit of the Great Hall - like, Peeves' firecracker from *my* post made the girl in *your* post drop her glass. Yes?))
(April 24, 2009 - 8:29 am)
((Kay, sorry for dropping out, I've been busy.))
As I say back down at the Ravenclaw table, I heard a loud bang, and turned around to see Selwyn being knocked over by a bunch of fireworks. "PEEVES!!", she yelled at the ceiling furiously. I laughed, glad that she had gotten her own punishment, in a way, for getting us into detention. I grinned at her triumphantly and turned back to the table, grabbing a cup of apple juice and a couple of oranges. I wondered as I did so if I would be in classes with Lilian or James this year. Then, the schedules were passed out, and as soon as I saw my first class, I groaned. Potions, then History. With Transfiguration after that. All my least favourite classes in one big clump, first thing in the week. At least I had DADA to look forward to after that. I finished eating and went back over to the Hufflepuff table to see what classes Lilian had. ((Lena, your choice, are we in the same classes or not? Mary Liz, you too. PS. In case you haven't figured it out yet, Hazel has a crush on James. Just so you know.))
(April 24, 2009 - 12:34 pm)
((I kinda figured...))
//Belinda's POV//
I heard Lorena's laughter as I was leaving the Great Hall, fuming. Probably she viewed it as vengeance, or karma, or some such nonsense. Well, we'd see about that.
I veered suddenly into a deserted classroom. "Peeves?" I asked, watching with amusement as the poltergeist - still invisible - sent small flurries of dust into the air.
He snapped to visibility and leered at me. I resisted the urge to hex him, and folded my arms.
"The firecracker?" I asked. He blew a raspberry and seemed about to leave. "I have a proposition," I said. "I think you'll like it."
"Yes?"
I smiled, just a little. "Tell me, are you familiar with the second-year Ravenclaw girl named Hazel Lorena?"
(April 24, 2009 - 6:10 pm)
((Ok, sorry I'm late Jenni, I posted on the wrong thread...
Name: Myrella Tune
Wand: , 8" phoenix feather (Fauxes's girlfriend's feather)
Age/Year: 11, first
House: Gryffindor
Classes: DADA, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Astronomy, Herbology, History of Magic, Ancient Runes
Family: Half or Mixed Blood (Daughter of Michael and Luna (Lovegood) Tune
Appearance: Medium tall, Wavy/Straight/Curly blonde hair, normal weight, bright, piercing blue eyes
Ok, here ya go...))
(April 24, 2009 - 9:14 pm)
((Hiya! Welcome! You're on the Numbers chart.
...If you don't know what the Numbers chart is... haha... *wink*))
(April 24, 2009 - 11:08 pm)