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3rd Marauders RP
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Hi, everybuggy, nice to see you all. I have some inquiries to make about missing charries.
MISSING!
Tree Wigginton- Olivia W.
Adela Acker- TNO (umlaut)
Talia Claw- Mary W.
Fern Huntington- ?
Misty O'Malley-?
Noel Hutofis-Ima
Sirius Black-?
James Potter-?
Lily Evans-?
Remus Lupin- ?
Also, I would like to extend a special request towards TNO (umlaut), that in the joy of having both Bellatrix and Voldy at her disposal, she not forget about Adela Acker, her other charrie. Thank you.
submitted by Emily
(August 6, 2009 - 9:15 am)
(August 6, 2009 - 9:15 am)
I will make an effort, and in my defense I did post once as her... heh...
(August 6, 2009 - 1:50 pm)
((Twice, actually. Once in Potions with Andromeda Black, and once on the train with Bellatrix. (Though I'm not sure if the one with Bellatrix should count.)))
(August 7, 2009 - 7:23 am)
((I really don't want this RP to die.))
Cara entered the great hall. An enormous racket flooded her senses. Noel, over at the Ravenclaw table, beckoned excitedly. When Cara finally reached her seat, she yelled to be heard. "What's going on?" "Quidditch tryouts!" said Noel, grinning. "First years aren't allowed to tryout, but we can watch during lunch and study hall. Bet you a Galleon that Serena Blithers gets Seeker." Cara pulled out a gold coin. "You're on."
(August 7, 2009 - 7:19 am)
"Awesome!" said Sara. "I really hope I'm gonna be a Chaser again. Hi," she added as Vanessa Woods, her best friend from last year came and sat down. "Going to try out for Quidditch this year? I am."
"Maybe," said Vanessa. "I heard that the old Keeper graduated. I might try out for Keeper."
"Are you going to try out Cara?" asked Sara.
((And yeah, I know about Sirius. I have no idea what to write for him.))
(August 7, 2009 - 6:43 pm)
((Sorry, I was at a camp, and forgot to post. I'm trying very hard not to make Lily a Sue.))
Noel's POV:
"No," Cara said. "I'm only in first year,"
"I just wonder who gets in," Noel said, and they walked towards the stadium ((or whatever it's called)).
Lily's POV: Lily grabbed her broomstick, nervous. She had thought she might be able to make the Quidditch team, but it seemed pretty unlikely if the other students were anything to go by. They were soaring as if they'd been born in the sky. Soon (why couldn't she wait a little longer?), it was time for her to come up. She flew into the air... and fell. Hard.
((Sorry, I just have writer's block. I'd promised to make Lily fail at Quidditch, though, so I attempted to write something.))
(August 8, 2009 - 12:22 am)
((As per request I'm going to try very hard not to underuse/forget about Adela... much...
Also, what tryouts are these? Griffindor or Ravenclaw? Or both? /confusion I'll just write and if it's wrong, pretend it... isn't...
I'll stop talking now.))
The morning of the Griffindor tryouts Adela strolled down to the stadium with a piece of toast in hand. She had always loved watching Quidditch tryouts; whether it was due to the sadistic pleasure she got from watching people try and fail to fly or because she liked to scope out her future rivals, she wasn't entirely sure.
As she flopped into a seat near the ground she noticed James strut onto the field with his broom over his shoulder and waved lazily. He wove through the throng of hopeful students in her direction.
Adela leaned over the rail to smirk at him. "Trying out, Potter? Surely that's leagues beneath your dignity."
James simply shrugged. "Captain's orders. Everyone gets a fair shot... Or fair as is possible, what with me being here."
"Egotistical as always, I see," Adela said dryly. "Not that it'll matter who gets picked for Chaser this year... I'll block anything you throw at me."
"In your dreams, Acker," James replied with a grin. "In your dreams." He started to drift over to the rest of the Chaser hopefuls.
"Say hi to Sirius for me, will you?" Adela called after him.
He grinned again over his shoulder. "Sure thing," he shouted. Then, with a wicked glint in his eye, "If you fall ill for the first match..."
"Scared, Potter?" she snorted. "Not a chance."
James laughed and ran a hand through his already messy hair and vanished into the crowd.
Adela grinned and leaned back in her seat to watch a group of bulky fourth-years bat madly at several free bludgers.
(August 8, 2009 - 5:34 pm)
It's called the Quidditch pitch.
(August 11, 2009 - 5:13 pm)
(August 10, 2009 - 12:59 pm)
Posting is to commence immediately.
(August 10, 2009 - 6:27 pm)
Cara sat next to Noel, watching the blue-and-silver robed figures zooming around the pitch, some awkwardly, others zipping around like they had been born to fly. Cara flew long-distance, and sometimes, speed, but the art of the Quidditch pitch continued to mystify her. How on earth could you ever manage to see a glint of gold from all the way across the pitch? Noel poked her. "Helen O'Connelly got Seeker. I owe you a galleon."
((I know it's short, but that's all I can think of now.))
(August 10, 2009 - 6:39 pm)
((And the inevitable regression to...))
//Voldy//
It took nearly all of Voldemort's self-control to keep all traces of amusement off his face when the scared first year trembled into his classroom. This year was going to be /fun/, he could tell.
"Evening," he said silkily.
"G-good evening," she managed, looking petrified.
Petrified. Hm. Not a bad idea, really.
Voldemort's eyes flicked over the girl's face, inwardly smirking at the near-hysterical flow of her thoughts. "O'Malley, isn't it?" he asked disinterestedly.
"Yes, sir," she replied, barely audible.
He cocked his head slightly. "And may I ask why you feel I am the, ah, murderous type?" His eyes were flaring red; he could feel them. It was an odd sensation, to say the least.
O'Malley seemed to shrink. "Y-you... er... you... um... look..."
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "Have you never heard the expression, 'don't judge a book by its cover'?" Well, given that he was the murderous type the point was probably moot, but Dumbledore wasn't to know that.
"Yes, sir." If possible her voice had gotten even smaller.
He turned away, bored. "There's a stack of old textbooks sitting in the corner, there," he said, gesturing vaguely with a long-fingered hand. "Along with several rags, which you will spend the next hour using to clean the book covers. You will not speak and you will perform your task with as little noise as is feasible. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
Voldemort smirked again, and picked up the old copy of Dark Magics through the Fifteenth Century which he had checked out from the library. It was dreadfully dull, but he really had nothing better to do, not for another hour anyway.
(August 11, 2009 - 12:09 am)
POST!!!!!!!!!
(August 17, 2009 - 4:58 pm)
WHY WON'T ANYBODY POST?!?!?!?!?!?!
(September 3, 2009 - 9:47 pm)
POST POST POST PEOPLE POST POST POST.
Oh wait, I'm not really helping. *facepalm*
(December 21, 2009 - 6:51 pm)
((OK, I'm gonna try to help out here.))
Sara stood there, broom in her hand, watching people zoom around the Quidditch pitch waiting for her turn to try out. 'Man,' she thought, 'this is seriously taking to long.' When it was finally her turn, she stood up and walked over to the captain ((is anyone actually the Ravenclaw team captain?)). "Sara Peterson" said the captain, "hope you make it." Sara kicked as hard as she could and burst into the air. She grabbed the Quaffle and it whizzed by the Keeper. She repeated this four more times. "All right," said the captain, "you made the team." "Yes!" said Sara.
((OK, I have no idea what to write next.))
(February 27, 2010 - 1:18 pm)