|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:20 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:34 pm
 |
|
|
|
phinelia von ichval   second year - ravenclawhermes▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗Phi blinked with a blank look in her eyes as the question reached her ears. Her dark eyes looked at the leading end of the carriage, seeing nothing but the ground and the empty space where a horse would normally be placed. Was it not just magic pulling them?
He took a few steps to the sides, seeing if there truly was something for her to see but was left more disappointment. Not even a shadow to signal the existence of a strangely invisible being.
Her eyes returned to Colton, with a raised brow and confused features. Looking to Ronyo to clarify and then to the second white-haired boy who had initiated the question that had lead to this misunderstanding.
Was there something she could not see and they could? The thought ran a chill down her back and a bitter taste to pool on her tongue.
"What creatures? There are only the carriages." her words began to trail in a distrusting whisper. Looking back to all present, trying to read their faces if in case she was the one with a delusion set.
╚══════════════════╝ |
 |
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:38 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:05 pm
|
|
|
|
Hogsmead Station/ Carriage  Ronyo Storm - Slytherin
second Year
Hearing talk about something pulling the carriage had Ronyo raising an eyebrow. He trusted Colton not to be trying to fool them, and plus that was just not Colton. Phi seemed to be almost mirroring Ronyo's look and likely mental puzzlement at the idea. For someone to see something that other could not was in fact something that sounded like higher level magic but to what the Slytherin did not know.
"I see nothing Colton, and on top of that I hear nor smell anything either I'm not sure..."Ronyo paused in his sentence as something came over him, it was his extra sense he had developed while in the forest and it was telling him something, "...I am beginning to think there is more going on here than just some simple charm work. I cannot see, smell, or hear anything but I can sense something is in front of the carriage. I didn't feel anything before likely because I thought it something else entirely, "In truth Ronyo had thought it might have been the Nott boy or the other one with him making his sixth sense spark, " I would say it is a question for the grounds keeper when we see her next."
Ronyo thought it best to leave the idea at that as he thought to shift the conversation to something he could put in his ideas about. Something he could not see or smell made him uneasy to be sure, not something Ronyo was accustomed to. The best topic the boy with the long white hair could think of was about the new year and the possibilities.
"So any hopeful wishes for this year? House team, house cup, looking to improve, or strengthen anything?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:31 pm
|
|
|
 |
 {"Is this what friendship really feels like?.."}'-,,-' { Thomas Doyle Findeler }'-,,-' {"...I always pictured it differently!"}[ First-year ]
Thomas glanced up curiously as Yia began getting ready to disembark. Thomas moved more slowly, but followed suit, by dressing himself carefully, taking a moment to linger over the lack of a tie that would match his house. He then scooped Fisch in his arms and followed Yia closely as he led the way, doing his best to avoid getting lost in the suffle.
"Wait up, Yia." He said struggling with the cat again. "This cat isn't cooperating."
He eventually settled on wrapping the cat in his arms and quickening his pace to rejoin Yia at his side as he pressed on. He glanced ever slightly about the crowds, looking for a glimpse of the top of William or Woil's heads. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 12:32 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 1:18 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 5:53 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:39 pm
|
|
|
|
 яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġ Colton's hand froze halfway down the thestral's ribs when Jane further explained why half of their party had not been able to see the conspicuous creatures. His body stiffened as every muscle he owned went cold and his blood felt as if it had literally frozen in his veins. Icy thoughts flooded his mind as his eyes blurred and all sign of Hogsmeade station was vacuumed up and swallowed whole by much stronger images. Those same, tangible two minutes that haunted his dreams every night played in his head as if it were actually happening right before him.They were at the lake again, its surface frozen over so thick that all sign of life beneath it was non-existent, the ice impenetrable to a meager set of eyes. He and Abel stood laughing at its edge, and Tristain eyed the pair warily from her spot on the rickety wooden bench, the book in her hands shaking in unison with her nervous hands. Come on, Gavin! Quit being such a baby! All eyes were on Abel's younger brother as he moved slowly out towards the center of the lake, the snow atop the ice crunching beneath the traction of his boots with every step. Every time he looked back with apprehension, it was almost as if he were begging his cousin and older brother to tell him he had gone far enough, that he could come back. Alright, Gav! You can turn around now! Colton called to him, laughter residing between every word. Relief flooded Gavin's face, but not long enough to matter. The ice crumbled beneath his boots, submerging him completely in hypothermic water. A piercing scream filled the air as Tristain sprinted up to the house to seize her parents, not daring to look back. Abel was frozen in his position on the side of the lake, his eyes wide and body trembling, but Colton's first reflex was to run across the lake without hesitation or fear that he might have the same fate as his little cousin. Sliding to the foot wide break in the ice, Colton glared at the frigid water that stood nearly still against the frosty air. Shoving an entire arm beneath the surface, he scrambled for the top of a head, some fingers, or any sign of life that he could come across. Frustrated when he found nothing, Colt began to beat on the ice with his gloved fists, screaming Gavin's name hysterically and wiping away the snow in hopes that he might be able to spot him. Only seconds had passed since his cousin's disappearance, but the ten year old boy was already feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him. No time to remove any of his clothes, Colton plunged into the water after his cousin, barely able to make the tight squeeze. The burden of swimming with so many layers on in such cold water was more than he had ever carried, and he had to hold on to the edge until the glacial waters completely soaked through his heavy winter coat. Closing his eyes, he took what he would always remember as the longest breath of his life before using the ice to push himself under. He had to blink several times before he was able to see anything. It was bright as day beneath the surface, completely opposite of how he had imagined it. Colton struggled to turn himself about, only moving ninety degrees before he spotted Gavin, face pressed against the sheet of ice as if he had been trying to gasp for air before he had been swallowed by unconsciousness. Using every muscle he had, the boy reached his cousin's body and began tugging on it tenaciously, trying to ignore the numbing of his own body and the bite in his throat. The hole was only large enough for one of them to fit through at a time, but as he began forcing Gavin's rigid body through, someone pulled it out of the water. As his own pale blue face penetrated the surface, he was only conscious for a few long seconds before the darkness engulfed him, too. Those few seconds were just long enough for his dad to pull him from the lake, and just long enough for him to see his dead cousin lying frozen next to him, his frightened green eyes staring endlessly into the clear blue sky.It took one minute for Colton and Abel to convince Gavin to walk out onto the ice. It took one minute for Gavin to reach the center. It took one minute for Deanna and Weston to make it to the lake. One minute for Colton to reach his cousin, and only one minute for Gavin to drown. The shocked emotion that had frozen on the eight year old's face, lips wide open as he had been begging for air, still penetrated Colton's vision as he was sucked back to Hogsmeade. Unclenching his fist and recomposing his face as if he had not just been sucked two year into the past, the stiff Gryffindor smiled up at Ronyo and took his hand, pulling his body up into the carriage for a silent ride up to the castle. The boy now felt doomed. He had openly admitted his worst nightmare and his worst secret. Colton had seen death, and as he pictured again the thestral's eyes looking back into his, it was evident that death had seen him. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:24 pm
|
|
|
|
second year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ￤￤
The words that were expressed by Jane were said without a thought, but their effect seeped into their shared air. It felt like shards of ice were surrounding him, threatening to piercing into flesh and bring out tainted blood. Even his breathing had stopped in fear his airway and lungs would be ripped to shreds by the sharp, deadly words.
Allen froze slightly - however he seemed to bring little attention to himself. It had been the tall Gryffindor that had openly expressed his knowledge of the invisible creatures and with Jane's words his secrets were not coming to life before the group. Rising from the boy's shadow and festering into form in those silver eyes. Allen's own demons had also seized him, but having jumped around voicing his ability to see the beasts, he was clear. He could be devoured by his own visions in privacy as all other eyes seemed trained on the Gryffindor.
Allen's dark eyes had shut in instinct to keep the beast of the memory contained. Keep it from entering his eyes and being known to those around. He had mastered the art of hiding it within himself, caging it in his soul for it to swell to the point of breaking again and again. Always recapturing it and only setting it free every night.
With eyes still shut and mind working to no other goal than to dispose of the images, he stepped into the carriage. Seating himself against the furthest window before he re-opened his eyes, knowing the demons were locked once more with key hidden.
He looked to the others that slowly entered the carriage; none still noticing him beyond the occasional blind glance. He let a sigh escape him before following with the Slytherin boy's previous attempt to change the topic.
" Wonder how the first years are faring on that lake. I remember how bad it was last year."
￤￤     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
phinelia von ichvalsecond year - ravenclawhermes▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗Phi's own dark eyes had grown with a pain as she could see the beast pass Colton. Show him visions of his dark secrets and take him away from the group.
In the frozen silent second that she watched him in his inner agony and everyone else watching with plastered confusion, she felt a terrible longing to run away. It was not an alien feeling for her gut - often the meek girl had wanted to run away from whatever challenged, frightened or threatened her. The feeling was an instinct but it only reminded her of how cowardly she was rather than how connect she was to her base.
Her teeth bit at her lip with the thought - how not only Colton now, but others have suffered before her with her holding no power to change or help. How she never even tried to seek such control and skill, only ever a route to run away and abandon them. Her eyes hallowed just as whatever visions had flashed before the Gryffindor seized.
Her hand curled into a fist as she suppressed holding him close in desperate attempt to somehow help.
She clambered ungracefully into the carriage after him, however. Trying not to touch just as hard as she was trying not to run away from her own thoughts. Sitting against the window of the door, with Jane to her left, she looked at the window. Toward where she knew the invisible creature to exist in its damned being, and towards the castle where she was sure to experience more than she could imagine. The excitement from before completely gone with only a haunting emptiness left on her tongue.
╚══════════════════╝ |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
