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Harry Potter Roleplay 7
Because the other...

Because the other one is getting kind of long, even with the pages. 

Also, TNÖ and Mary, I'm sorry if I got a little testy over on the other thread. It's not really your fault that the Hogwarts characters have got left behind a little - we have to keep playing them ourselves. I just have to find a way to bring us back.

Okay, then? Continue, please.

submitted by Lena
(June 14, 2009 - 5:14 pm)

I'd like to try again for this thread. Can I? I hope so.

Name: Holly

Age: 12.5

House: Gryffindor

Personality: She is nice and smart, but only book smart. She's not very 'street smart' as some may call it. She can be quiet sometimes, but sometimes is the oppreative word. She is very girly. So girly, it can be annying, but not all that 'Ugh! I broke a nail...' stuff. She's from America, and moved to London a year ago, but isn't quite used to it.

Profile: She is of medium stature, and slender. She has long-ish blonde wavy hair, and blue eyes. 

Other: She likes to wear the color pink and has a black cat named Luna.

 

submitted by Holly
(June 15, 2009 - 4:21 pm)

You're in the Numbers chart!

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(June 15, 2009 - 10:50 pm)

Here is my resumé: I took acting class for one and a half years, take singing and piano, and I love grammar. I have done two Christmas recitals with acting, I have also helped repaint a retirement home with the Caring society when I was nine. I've read all the Harry Potter books, including Tales of Beadle the Bard and some/most of Fantastic Beasts and Quidditch Through the Ages.

Name: Hannah T.

Age:13

Year: third

House: Ravenclaw

Personality: Her parents were both of wizarding blood, but her grandfather from her dad's side was a muggle, she has a cousin that is a squib. My character, when she grows up, wants to make an organazation to help squibs. She lived in Ireland until she was seven, then they moved to England, because her sister was starting Hogwarts. Her favorite subject is herbology and sometimes potions and charms. She can't stand history of magic. She also thinks that divination is unholy and shouldn't be practiced, so she takes ancient runes instead.

Profile:She is quite slender, blue eyes, a little taller than other people her age, and has light brown-blondish orangish hair.

Other: Tries to stick to the usual Hogwarts clothing except for an ocassinal sapphire bracelet now and again. She doesn't have any animals at home or Hogwarts, but she has a purple pygmy puff named Juniper. She loves to visit Fred and George's Joke Shop She is also a member of Hermione's club named SPEW.  

submitted by Hannah P., age 13, GA
(July 13, 2009 - 6:28 pm)

((Actually, it's RP10, the last one having been nine. So... nine, ten, not seven. Yes? (I get very control freaky over these things... sorry.)

Sorry about any "obsessing," for want of a better word, over the villains, Lena... but they are interesting, and it wasn't really obsessing, because you could have posted at any time. But you didn't... and we did... so, that creates a problem, is what you're saying? Well... Anyone can pick up the Hogwarts thing, really... it just sort of stopped, through no fault of the other characters. And everyone's running away... that's kind of odd. But just keep posting, Hogwarts people, no one's stopping you.

There- problem solved!

Shall we continue, or are there any other details that need to be sorted out?))

submitted by Mary W., age 11.43, NJ
(June 15, 2009 - 4:33 pm)

Errr... I mean, Harry Potter Roleplay 10.

submitted by Lena
(June 15, 2009 - 5:18 pm)

To the top!

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(June 15, 2009 - 6:12 pm)

((I'm sorry! I'm a horrible person, but...))

Bellatrix glared at him. Wolfbar shrunk back, bracing himself for pain. After a tense moment the Death Eater said coldly. "It's really none of your concern."

"I ask merely for information," Wolfbar said hastily.

"Uh-huh." Her wand was out a heartbeat later and Wolfbar barely had time to grit his teeth before the pain hit him.

A few moments later he was sprawled, panting, on the kitchen floor. Bellatrix sent him a kick as she veritably waltzed out of the room.

Wolfbar groaned and passed a hand over his eyes. "All I want is some lunch. Is that too much to ask?" 

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(June 15, 2009 - 11:20 pm)

((It's fine, I'm equally horrible.))

Wolfbar gave up on lunch, and returned to his room, where he found Oliver skulking. "Why are you in here?" he asked shortly.

Oliver muttered something unintelligible about insane witches and creepy villains.

"You can either talk to me or get out of here," said Wolfbar curtly.

"I said, the insane witch and the creep are downstairs. They're talking about something, and when Bells and I tried to listen in they pulled their wands on us."

Wolfbar raised half an eyebrow. Were Bellatrix and Voldemort finally making some sort of plan?

((That's lame, but... kindergarten graduation party impending. Oh joy.))

submitted by Mary W., age 11.44, NJ
(June 16, 2009 - 3:25 pm)

--Meanwhile, At Hogwarts--

Holly fished through her bag. Ugh, where was that toy? Luna wouldn't shut up. 'I mean, I love her,' she said as she stared at the cat, 'but she's a bit too loud for her own good.' Finally, after a few minutes that seemed like hours because of the meowing, she found the toy mous, threw it to Luna, and walked out of the dooor of the girls dormitory.

(sorry, i don't have much time or muse right now...) 

submitted by Holly
(June 16, 2009 - 5:10 pm)

Who's Luna? Because remember, we're in the second generation now.

submitted by Lena
(June 17, 2009 - 11:12 am)

Her cat.

submitted by Chloe E., age 11, CA
(June 20, 2009 - 4:25 pm)

If we are in the next generation, why are people talking about Voldy and Bellatrix flirting?

submitted by Hannah P., age 13, GA
(July 13, 2009 - 6:31 pm)

((We brought them back. Well, we changed it so Bella hadn't been killed in the final battle, just knocked out, and she escaped afterwards. Then she spent the next nineteen years trying to hunt the Dark Lord down, which led her to Wolfbar who she has reluctantly adopted as an apprentice/plaything to torture (preferring the latter, of course). Following which they were joined by my characters Belinda Selwyn, Oliver Zabini, and Drusilla Nott. They (sans Oliver who has uncertain loyalties) travelled to the Garden of Y'Galle to retrieve the Dark Lord's remains. Whilst there Drusilla was Kissed by a Dementor, so Bellatrix (in a rare show of mercy, heh...) killed her. Thus traumatizing Belinda quite a good deal. About this time everyone started forgetting that Belinda and Oliver were fourteen, not fifteen, and I figured it'd be easier to write my age rather than a year down so I stopped correcting them. Now they really *are* fifteen according to Word Of God (that would be me, in this case). Seeing as how this is a HP roleplay and JKR didn't set a superb example with character ages, I figure this is alright and practically canon.

Anyway. Wolfbar goes into a coma for some indeterminate amount of time, during which Bellatrix raises the Dark Lord. The two of them proceed to, well, to flirt. I promise I didn't mean to! I was planning on horrendous cruelties! But, well, oddly enough when I went to write them the Dark Lord had other ideas... They really should have been a canon pair... *mumbles for a bit*

Right. Also, if you're wondering why Bellatrix isn't, like, decrepit due to being almost seventy... I think we decided to Hand Wave it by saying that fourteen years of exposure to the Dementors in Azkaban did weird things to her soul, thus stopping her aging patterns (rather like creating Horcruxes had stopped the Dark Lord from aging). Then, for good measure, we Lampshaded it a couple times. Given that I've read a fanfiction in which Bella dies, is resurrected via Cruciatus curse, and then both she and the Dark Lord become, well, gods (it's logical in the context of the fic, though...), I think we did rather well in making it sound at least somewhat within the laws of JKR's universe. In other words:

Artix: We'll explain it the way we explain all plot holes!

You: How?

Artix: MAGIC!

You: . . . 

As a *completely* irrelevant side note, Rodolphus is dead.

Also, in case you are new- yes. I am obsessed with Bella/Voldy, and (Tim Burton version) Sweenett. The requited ships, mind, not the one-sided ones. Though I find one-sided Bella/Voldy vastly interesting too. Sweenett, on the other hand, was practically canon what with the "'We could have a life, us two. Maybe not like I dreamed. Maybe not like you remember. But we could get by.' [Sweeney turns around and looks conflicted]" scene. Rambling? Yes. I think so. I'll stop.

Also also, in case you are new- welcome! Are you new? 

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(July 13, 2009 - 11:56 pm)

((Lena, we apologize. Villains are easier to write when sleep deprived and I've been on a plane/in an airport from 6:30 am to 7:30 pm, plus an hour for time change. Blech.))

While Wolfbar and Oliver wiled away the time pondering what the Dark Lord and his most faithful servant could be planning, and Belinda helped herself to a late lunch/early dinner in the kitchen, Bellatrix sat in one of the many run-down living rooms and watched her master pace feverishly back and forth with a highly amused expression on her face. ((Wow that was a long sentence))

"They would, of course, be completely unprepared..." he muttered, half to himself.

"Well, that is the benefit of rushing the job, my lord," she replied cooly. "You gain the element of surprise- and there's no Albus Dumbledore to guess the truth in a matter of hours based on the sobbing recollection of a fourteen year old boy."

"There is that," he said with a manic grin as he whirled about once more. "Unless Draco...?" He paused in his pacing to glance inquiringly at Bellatrix.

She shrugged. "I don't think so. He's a decent sort, by your standards. The suddenness of it all might scare him into going to the Aurors, but I doubt it."

The Dark Lord made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a clicked tongue, his customary signal of mild disbelief.

"He's braver than his father was, my lord," Bellatrix said. "You caught him at a bad age, is all."

"You were his age, as I recall," he countered. "Why should he be any different?"

"Lucius' genes?" she said. "In all seriousness, though, my lord, I think we can be certain that I'm a rather... unique... case."

He grunted.

"I don't think he'll run to Potter, my lord," she said simply.

"You're sure?" He turned to stare at her with unsettling intensity. Most would have squirmed under the fierce gaze- Bellatrix merely gazed back sadly.

"As sure as I can be, given that I haven't spoken to him in eighteen years. I've been on the run, you see, in between discreetly gather all the information I could about your..." she trailed off.

"Burial."

The Death Eater nodded. "I was very unpopular with the Ministry, as I'm sure you could imagine." A moment more of watching the Dark Lord's rapid-fire pacing and she snapped, "Could you please just sit? For a moment?"

He turned to stare at her, mouth slightly open, eyebrows raised in the perfect picture of surprise.

"It's making me dizzy just watching you," she said, quieter.

The Dark Lord stared a moment longer, then slowly sat down opposite her.

"How many d'you suppose would come back... if...?"

She sighed. "I dunno. Most of them are in Azkaban, or dead... Loads would probably be too scared to come back, the Ministry- the Auror Department especially- has gotten very strong during your... absence. A few. One or two..."

"Not many."

"No." They sat in silence for a while.

"So it's you, me, Wolfbar, the girl-"

"Belinda," Bellatrix corrected automatically.

"Belinda, then. And the other one, the one who won't be any help at all and possibly a liability." He raised his eyebrows.

Bellatrix half smiled. "Yes, that about sums it up."

"It's not much," he said musingly.

"No, my lord. So an open, forcible attempt to take over is out of the question?"

"But of course. It'll have to be stealthy and involve numerous shady dealings in dark alleys."

"Mm. Sounds like fun." She grinned. "So long as I get to deal with the prisoners, at least."

The Dark Lord grinned in reply, and rolled to his feet. He crossed to her and swept around behind her chair, leaning over so she had to tilt her head back to see him. "Of course." He brushed her cheek very lightly and then disappeared into the hall.

Bellatrix sat for a long moment, stunned. 

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space (Cos
(June 17, 2009 - 7:18 am)

((Sorry, Lena...))

Oliver yelped as someone entered the room. "Don't do that, Bells!"

Belinda sent an annoyed glance Oliver's way, and then spoke, directing her words mainly at Wolfbar. "You think you're startled, I was just nearly caught eavesdropping on Bellatrix and..." She coughed. "...him. While you two were, what, holed up having a pleasant chat over tea up here?"

Wolfbar gritted his teeth. Was everyone in this house trying to make his life as miserable as possible? "Nicely done. How'd you manage that?" It was more sarcasm than honest praise or curiosity.

Belinda's eyes flashed. "I was getting lunch," she began.

Wolfbar assumed a surprised expression. "And you're still in one piece?"

Belinda looked a bit scornful. "Um... why wouldn't I be?" She obviously that Wolfbar's comment was a failed attempt at humour or scathing.

Wolfbar shook his head and made a "continue" gesture.

"I heard them talking from through the kitchen door, so I wnt over to listen by the crack," she said. "I couldn't make out much- they may have set up a sound barrier- but I think that it was a bit weak, because I heard them saying well enough that they weren't making an open attack- something about the Malfoys, too."

"Well, that's helpful," groused Oliver, but Wolfbar shot him an annoyed look. "Anything else?"

Belinda looked regretful. "Not much... they were wondering how many Death Eaters would still be around, and then something about stealthiness... or something. Then the door opened and he almost saw me."

Wolfbar shook his head. He wouldn't be surprised if Bellatrix had orchestrated this whole story that Belinda was feeding him.

submitted by Mary W., age 11.44, NJ
(June 17, 2009 - 5:15 pm)