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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 9, 2009 0:01:14 GMT -5
Alan reached the shore of the Black Lake and peacefully breathed in the scent of earth after it rained. The water had stopped pouring a few minutes ago, the overcast sky giving the scene a ominous feel. He liked it best like this; not sunny and bright, but not too gloomy that being outside wasn't pleasant. Alan found a tree and sat with his back and head leaning against the trunk and closed his eyes. It must have been a strange sight to behold to anyone who knew him; a boy with a mind as dark as his, enjoying the quiet of nature. He sighed. The debate in the library with his sister was forgotten within a few minutes. He hated noise and was thankful for the serenity of the lake.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 0:09:08 GMT -5
Zany half skipped, half walked out of the castle. The stuffy air of the library was starting to make her head feel funny. She breathed in the fresh air of the grounds and sighed happily. The confrontation in the library with Valorie and Amy had her nerves frazzled and the fresh air did her good. Leaning against a tree in the distance she spotted a familiar figure. She smirked, Alan Goyle out enjoying nature? Quite odd indeed. She skipped quietly over to were he sat, making almost no noise at all. Standing in front of the boy she looked down on his peaceful face and smirked. Leaning down till her own face was almost two inches away from his, she waited for him to realize she was there.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 9, 2009 0:22:30 GMT -5
Alan sniffed. A light and airy, flowery smell invaded his nostrils. This wouldn't have bothered him in the spring, when everything was blooming, but seeing as it was early December, it just didn't seem right. He cracked open one brown eye and nearly jumped out of his skin. "GODRIC!" He tryed to fling himself away from her, but only managed to smack the back of his head very hard against the tree. He cursed and jumped to his feet, pulling out his wand to point threateningly at the girl. "What did you do that for, Potter?" He stared incredulously at her pink hair, glowering and annoyed. Zanna was just as strange as his mother said she'd be. This proved it.
(ooc: Haha, I'm interested to see how he'll warm up to her over time.)
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 0:29:22 GMT -5
(ooc: It's just like Zany to make an entrance lol)
Zany giggled as Alan just about had a heart attack. Her plot had worked, yet again. She smiled sweetly at him as he pointed his wand threateningly at her. "I was inspecting that freckle on your nose, it's shaped almost just like a dew drop." She smiled warmly at him, "I didn't mean to make you hit your head Mr. Goyle, I apologize."
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 9, 2009 0:41:35 GMT -5
Her comment made Alan involuntarily rub his nose. He began thinking of hexes he knew, his wand still trained on her. However, after a few moments of careful consideration - his eyes focused on hers and glaring the whole time - he lowered the magony wand in his hand. It wasn't worth getting in trouble for. Zanna may have been a total pest, but it was in her blood and she probably couldn't help it. It's not as if she had deeply insulted him, which would have earned a jinx or two. Zanna always called her peers 'Mr.' and 'Miss'. It was very uncommon from anyone else, and Alan checked it off as another of her odd quirks. "What are you doing out here, Miss Potter?" he asked, mocking her. "Do you make it your job to bother every student at Hogwarts?"
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 0:48:01 GMT -5
Zany raised one eyebrow at his mocking of her name. She shrugged, "No, only the interesting ones." She grinned at him. "Why are you out here Mr. Goyle?" Zany looked him up and down spectically, "pardon my saying so Sir, but you aren't exactly the outdoorsey type." Zany wondered why all the Malfoys and Goyles still had a feud going on between themselves and the Potter and Weasleys at Hogwarts. She knew their parents didn't get along at all, but she couldn't figure out why the hate was still strong, after all...the friend of her father and Mr. Weasley did marry a Malfoy.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 9, 2009 1:09:49 GMT -5
Alan noted the fact the she'd just called him interesting. He was smug, thinking of how more interesting she would think him in the future, after he was second in command under his father. She had no idea how powerful he was, and especially how much Gregory was. His dad had played stupid during his days in school, allowing him to secretly note all the weaknesses of his peers and plot his future rule. Alan was doing the same, but decided he'd rather be known for being intelligent at Hogwarts rather than as a dumb brute. Alan stared at her quietly, debating how to answer her. He decided upon the truth. "I came out here to get away from you." He paused, letting it sink in. He couldn't hold back a smirk. "I heard you were in the library and decided to run for cover." Although it was true, Alan said it jokingly, teasing her.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 1:15:57 GMT -5
Zanna frowned a little at his reason for being out by the lake. She didn't think of herself as repulsive, but her apparently thought so. Maybe it was her hair, she thought, or probably her overall odd personality she had inherited from her mother. She concluded that the coming day she would try having her natural hair color instead of a bright color, just for kicks. Forcing a smile Zany curtsied, "If that's the case then, I could always leave you to your boring solitude." Turning slightly as if to leave she commented, "However, I was looking forward to sharing my scones with you in return for some help with my hexes." She shrugged, "I'm absolutely horrible with hexes but the opposite with magical creatures and herbology."
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 9, 2009 1:42:28 GMT -5
He stood silent for a full minute, fully aware that she knew he was baiting him. The one thing that Gregory Goyle did not fake in school was his love for food. And (unfortunately, at this moment) Alan, being so much like his father, had inherited the same craving for sweets. Oh, the Potter girl had found his weak point, and he hated her for it. He hated every fiber of her being for making him do this. Screw the fact that she was the daughter of Harry and Luna Potter and was the freakiest girl he'd ever met. Alan Goyle wanted scones. (ooc: xDDD) He could at least save his reputation by acting a little apathetic and cool about it. Alan smiled a little smugly at her. "You know what? I feel a little sorry for you," he said, walking forwards a bit. "A weirdo with a love for plants and beasts is bound to get tossed around by hateful classmates, and I can't stand to see someone who can't defend themselves. ...I suppose I can teach you," he said, as if help from him were a great honor that was rarely ever bestowed. He added, "As long as you keep those scones coming and do what I say, I don't see why this can't work."
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 1:53:14 GMT -5
(ooc: A way to a man's heart is through his stomach! hahahaha!!! XDD)
Zany mentally patted herself on the back for sucessfully placing bait and catching Alan Goyle with it. She was tempted to refuse his agreement to teach her and humiliate him slightly, but she decided against it. She really did need help with her hexes. "Just because I'm a 'weirdo' doesn't mean I'm completely helpless." She commented, plopping herself down on the grass under the tree where he stood. "Usually I can befriend those 'hateful classmates' with my homemade scones." She pulled out a very brightly adorned container and sat it in the grass. Opening the lid and exposing a large number of scones stuffed inside she smirked. "After all, how else could I tame wild beasts?"
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 9, 2009 2:19:14 GMT -5
(ooc: The incantation for this curse was never given, but somebody put up the pronounciation for what they thought it was, and I just wrote how I thought it would be spelt. I really have no idea. And I'm gonna take a little liberty with your character. If you honestly think that Zanna would find time to defend herself in this instance, just say so.)
It didn't take Alan long to realize that her comment was a jibe at him. He narrowed his eyes at her. If he was going to teach her hexes, she might as well find out what her victims will be going through. Best to learn through experience. His wand was out again in a flash. "Ruptispectis," he said casually. He smirked as Zanna's eyes glued shut, and he snatched a scone from the open container. He paced while he explained. "You should be feeling a decent amount of pain at the moment. The Conjunctivitis Curse causes irritation to the target's eyes and causes them to swell shut, much like the infection more commonly known as pink eye." Alan paused to take a bite of the scone. It was delicious. He didn't let her suffer for long, however. With a wave of his wand, he delivered the counter-curse. "Now, you try." He didn't mind offering himself as target practice. He could handle the pain; after all, he'd first mastered the hex practicing on himself.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 17:35:30 GMT -5
(Ooc: You're mean lol)
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 10, 2009 11:33:53 GMT -5
(ooc: You gonna reply?)
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 10, 2009 12:13:31 GMT -5
(ooc: I find this whole thing fascinating! Especially the part where Heather simply grumbles on Zanna's behalf.)
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 11, 2009 0:46:37 GMT -5
(ooc: Sowy, wasn't sure how to reply.)
Zanna jumped slightly was she felt the hex take hold and her eyes snap shut. Trying to open them again she realized that it was impossible. Frowning, she mentally thought of ways to get him back for this. Images ran through her mind as he talked, half listening she imagined sneaking some Nargles into his bed some night in the future. "...commonly known as pink eye." She heard him say as her mind paused for a moment in it's revengeful images. She thought about turning his eyes pink somehow. How embarrassing for a guy to have pink eyes. At least they would match her hair she thought. Soon, the slight pain in her eyes vanished and she was able to open her eyes again. She noticed immediately that there was a scone missing and sugar on Alan's chin. Her eyes narrowed. "Ruptispectis" She said, flicking her wand expertly in the air in his direction.
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