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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 8, 2009 12:42:04 GMT -5
(ooc: I'll fill my character in, I guess.)
"D*mn it!" Alan cursed. He hadn't meant the throw the book that hard. Gellert Grindelwald: Power-hungry Wizard or Misunderstood Man? had skidded across the table and knocked his ink bottle off, sending black liquid and shattered glass everywhere. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the now stained floor. "Scourgify." The ink disappeared, but he had to lean down and pick up the broken pieces of glass himself. Suddenly, his sister poked her head around a bookshelf. Alan glowered, not caring to deal with Valorie at the moment. "What do you want?"
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 8, 2009 13:32:41 GMT -5
Valorie gave her brother a stunned look. They were typically more friendly than simply an angry hiss in the library. "I just came to see who was over here," Val stuttered. Val walked over and picked up the book he had been reading. She grinned her herself. It was one of her favorites. Cautiously, she handed the book back to her brother. "What brings you to the library?" she asked in a voice that mixed between casual and hazardous. She knew her brother could have a temper if something really ticked him off, and it appeared that something had REALLY ticked him off.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 8, 2009 14:06:35 GMT -5
Alan stood and straightened himself out, placing the glass pieces and the book back on the table. He'd have to visit Hogsmeade and get more ink. "I was doing a little research," he said, then his voice became bitter. "That is, until I stumbled upon this blasted thing." Alan pointed at the book accusingly. "How can Skeeter even dare to write that trash? How can you possibly like what she says?" He began pacing, using a lot of hand gestures. He did that when he was angry. "She writes as if Grindelwald was some poor sap whose thoughts about the ideal wizarding world had been misinterpreted! That his designs weren't what they really were!" Alan hated Rita Skeeter at that moment. Hated her for disgracing the name of one of the most power wizards of their time. Grindelward was a sort of hero in his eyes.
(ooc: I figured Rita would still be alive and writing, since she was probably only in her forties during Harry's time.)
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 8, 2009 14:12:29 GMT -5
Amy hurriedly gathered her papers and books and shoved them messily into her pack. She hated when Valorie ran off like that. "Wait Val!" She hissed, picking up papers she dropped as she scurried to follow. Rounding the corner she frowned when she saw Alan, Val's brother. "Oh, it's you. I should have known." She grumbled, stuffing more papers into her pack, wrinkling all of them in the process.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 8, 2009 14:15:14 GMT -5
Val looked at her brother seriously. A sort of relief filled her gut. She was pretty certain now that he hadn't heard her and Amy discussing the secret she had let slip. That would not have been good. That would have been worse that what he was doing now in attacking her taste in books. "I simply think," Val stated cooly, "that her view are refreshing. It is nice to hear of good ol' Grindlewald as something other than an angry tyrant. It makes him seem human rather than just evil. I like to think of Grindlewald as human every now and again. Although, I can see your point. I'll have to consider that next time I read this rather fascinating account on the life of Grindlewald."
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 8, 2009 14:30:20 GMT -5
"The fact that he doesn't act human is what makes him great," Alan insisted, noticing Amy behind Valorie. "Oh, it's just you. I should have known," she grumbled with a frown. He rolled his eyes and said cooly, "Well, Malfoy, I'm sorry to disappoint." Alan always called people by their last names, unless they were his friend, which were admittedly very few. Saying their first names seemed to intimate to him. "Who were you expecting?"
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 8, 2009 14:37:16 GMT -5
Val frowned a little at her brother. He could be such a jerk sometimes. "Think about this," Val said, looking her brother right in the eye. "Voldemort had no friends, no family. He had nothing. In the end, that's what killed him. Do you want to turn out like that? Dead and alone with no one? With nothing? Not even your own humanity?" She had always looked up to her brother until about a year ago when she'd read Rita Skeeter's book about Grindlewald. Until then, she had taken to adopting all of her brother's ideals. It was only recently that she had learned to think for herself. "And don't treat my friend like that," she snapped. "You know that's rude. Just because you want to die alone doesn't mean I do."
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 8, 2009 15:04:53 GMT -5
(ooc: Hahahahahha I totally have a plot idea, for my character, anyway. It all depends on whether or not I want him to go totally evil. If not, I sort of have a plan. Sort of, and I'd need help. Oh, but having a truly bad character would be kind of fun. I don't know which to choose, but I guess I don't have to pick now.
Oh, and sorry if I take a while. I'm doing another RP over email. Kileen, you'd like it. It's vampire/mortal, and I play the vampire. He's pretty much Erik in a nutshell, but now he has an awesome friend too.)
Alan no longer felt comfortable discussing such a topic in front of Amy, but couldn't stop himself from retorting. He could only hope that the girl wouldn't blab to the whole school that he 'worshiped' dark wizards. "Voldemort made mistakes. Fatal mistakes. But he would have died much sooner if he had had friends and family. They are a weak point! A chink in the armor! Think of how easily the Ministry could have taken a lover of his and used her as blackmail. It would have been his doom. His downfall." He was breathing heavily. There was no stopping him once he started. "No. The lack of friends is not what killed him. It was his idea that he was invincible. Voldemort had convinced himself that he couldn't die, what with all of the horcruxes he had. He underestimated Potter. That was his demise. You can never underestimate anyone, especially your enemies." Alan had learnt that lesson the hard way in his 4th year. Who knew that little first year Tess Winstill had such a powerful Stinging Hex?
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 8, 2009 16:23:14 GMT -5
"Ok, ok," Valorie said to her brother. He was scary when he got like this. "Well, we were just leaving, I think." Val turned to Amy in an attempt to secure her approval. "Perhaps we can finish this conversation some other time, like say...... at home during Christmas. What a lovely dinner that would be. Dad yelling, Mother crying, and us arguing the life out of each other. Oh how I love the holidays." With that, Val turned to walk away, half hoping her brother would stop her and apologize. She knew this was unlikely. She had known him all her life, after all. She hoped anyway.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 8, 2009 16:32:27 GMT -5
Alan closed his eyes and breathed deeply as Valorie began to walk away. He'd just blown off a lot of steam, and he knew that steam usually burned. He needed to cool down. Maybe spend some time by the lake. He opened his eyes again. "I'm sorry you had to hear that," he directed at Amy, and began gathering up his things.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 8, 2009 18:17:43 GMT -5
Amy shrugged. "I'm used to it, Goyle." She used his last name as he did hers, dripping with disdain. "I do spend most of my holiday break at your house." Amy turned to walk away but noticed a small tuft of pink hair poking out from a bookcase around the corner. She frowned, what was Zany doing here? "Val, we have company." She nodded towards the crouched girl who backed out of site quickly.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 8, 2009 19:05:26 GMT -5
Valorie swore, hoping that Zany hadn't heard much. That could be very bad. "Hey Zany," Val sneered. "Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong again, I see. Your father had a horrible nack for that too, but as he got lucky, you don't seem to have a good example of the negative effects of eavesdropping." Valorie walked to the other side of the book shelf where she had seen the bright pink hair disappear in order to both pursue her tormentee and escape her extremely cranky brother.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 8, 2009 19:26:36 GMT -5
Alan finished packing up his book bag, mentally groaning when he heard the girls seeking out Zanna Potter. That annoying little twit. He'd heard stories from his mother about Luna Lovegood Potter; she believed and spread insane tales about creatures that didn't exist, and other such foolery. Zanna was the same way. An hour or two by the lake seemed very good indeed. And with that, Alan was out the library door.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 8, 2009 20:46:58 GMT -5
Zany looked up from her crouched position on the floor beyond the bookcase. She cleared her throat, "I don't know what you are talking about Miss Goyle, I was simply reading Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions, it's quite fascinating. You can borrow it when I'm done, if you'd like." She gave a small grin to Val as she remained crouched on the ground.
(ooc: I'm just gonna do Amy too)
Amy squinted down suspiciously at Zanna on the floor, trying to see if she was making it all up. She was hoping that Zanna hadn't heard anything that could get them all in trouble, not that Zanna often snitched, but she was a Potter, so there was a possibility. "Why were you peeking around the bookshelf then?" She growled, hands on her hips accusingly.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 8, 2009 20:54:22 GMT -5
Val looked at the pink-haired girl accusingly. If she had heard, then she knew it all. The cat was out of the bag. Valorie was dead. "Listen Zany," Valorie spat, standing as tall as she could to make herself look more intimidating, "you tell me what you're doing here right now. And don't you dare lie, or you'll regret it." At this, Valorie took her wand out of her pocket and began to stroke it absently, hoping Zany would get the hint.
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