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Hogwarts RPG Name: Tenacius "Ace" Salander Graduated x12 x12
| Ability is nothing without Opportunity | | Creativity is Intelligence having FUN SPOILER!!: Capn Ellie Quote:
Originally Posted by HaRoHeGiNeLu
Ellie's eyes shot up at the voice. She GLARED at Vickers. She did NOT look nice, okay? Dresses were not nice. They were horrible inventions. She was just being a good sport and wearing one.
She smirked at his inquiry, though. "Sort of."
Then the lights dimmed and she took the opportunity to make her way into the shadows. But not before giving a wave to Vickers.
Vickers caught that glare, but gazed back innocently. At least in his fairest opinion she didnt look ugly. He returned her wave and proceeded to make himself comfortable by the bonfire. SPOILER!!: Alyssa and Oakey Quote:
Originally Posted by FireboltAvis88 Alyssa saw the older Ravenclaw boy that she had given flowers to in Transfiguration class. She waved over to him. "Hi there, remember me? I was the one that gave you the flowers in Transfiguration Class. I didn't get to say hi. My name is Alyssa." Quote:
Originally Posted by MyPatronusIsaMoose
o_O Oakey jumped a little whne Alyssa popped up out of no where. H-Hey Alyssa, you scared me a little. A little to soon. Slow down, sit down, enjoy the fire. he said trying to get Alyssa to calm down, has she had twenty bowls of sugar before she came down?
After Oakey attempted to calm the hyper Alyssa. He turned to check out his surroundings, see if there was anybody else around. Then he spotted Vickers the Ravenclaw with the mysterious nickname. Hiya Vickers. Oakey called to him waving from his spot on the ground by the fire
Then Treyen had called for their attention by the stage. Giving the Head Boy his full attention he listened on about what was here long before the founders discovered Hogwarts.
He returned Alyssa's wave and chuckled "Yes Alyssa, I remember you, Transfiguration class. And we're Twitter buddies." Yes names. He remembers them. For the most part.
And here's another one he remembered "Hello Oakey" the boy with a wooden name. Or something out of the Muggle eye-wear advertising. SPOILER!!: but we wants smth to happen to Vickers Mr Head Boy, jz dnt tell him *snerk* Quote:
Originally Posted by Lockhartian
His name was said, which was what got him to look at whoever had called him. Oh, he knew the boy! Only he couldn't recall his name! He could blame Julien for this, after all, didn't the one Ravenclaw's last name was the same as the other's first name? "Hey, Vincenzo." VICKERS, correct? He was playing it safe by saying Julien's last name. Also, a smile was given as he stepped away from the bonfire. ***
Okay, the Head Boy was free to sit on the log now, he was no longer missing the Head Girl he needed, but he won't sit just yet. He gave one final look around, you know, because they were close to the Forbidden Forest and no one wanted any surprises coming out of there, right? But...decided to started as he noticed everything was fine.
Except for the lack of stars in the sky. The black sky that was reserved for tonight, apparently.
Treyen was now looking at the students sitting in front of him as he stood by the corner of the stage, he wasn't in costume, no, he was silly and was wearing his school uniform, minus the robes, the bonfire was keeping him warm enough, "First, I'd like to welcome you to the grounds tonight." Yeah, they were all welcomed and whatnot. They were also free to stay close to the bonfire if they were extra cold, it won't get out of control. Promised. "Second, I'm pretty sure some of you must have guessed that this isn't just a bonfire...," NO, this was a BOOfire, which was very different, "...there's a bonfire, yes, but we, the Prefects, will be telling you a story." THAT was the difference from Hogwarts' usual bonfires. Which weren't as usual to begin with, they just got lucky this term. NOW he was free to take a sit, and as he did so you may have noticed how he flicked his wand towards the bonfire, you may have not, that's irrelevant, what IS irrelevant is that the light coming out of the bonfire was dimmed, a lot, yet the heat emanating from it was still the same. "Everyone talks about what happens after Hogwarts was founded, no? But...how about before? Did something even happen at this same spot we're all hanging out? Over a thousand years ago? Perhaps not...yet it did, though we cannot be sure if it was the same spot or not...but, something did happen before the founders of our school managed to get their hands on this earthly paradise."
Some pre-founders thing, considering they were on an anniversary and stuff, "Now, some of you may or may not have heard about this story of two spirits that seek revenge on the school...well, we know the truth, and you will too, after we're done telling the story, of course." Did he have people's attention now? Because the torches on the stage suddenly lit up...revealing nothing but some misty fog around the stage.
Yes, ghost story. OOC: Pay close attention to the Prefects from now on. And...don't worry, we'll make sure nothing happens to the audience, meaning YOU. ^^ Also, keep in mind that we have TIME ZONES, so what may have seemed like hours in real life, it may have happened within seconds in the RP.
OOC2: The bits in BLACK will always be parts of the story we'll be telling, or associated with it.
Yup Vincenzo, thats his name. Although he wondered if it was common anywhere outside of a Latin community. Apparently it was.
As the stage began to light up he listened to Treyen start to narrate. A ghost story? He was curious, he has never actually done the whole bonfire-ghosty-stories thing before. Or any kind of scary story. Although maybe that was because stories told to him have always been more historical or related through the scope of cold logic. SPOILER!!: like Chris said-- DINNER THEATER! XD Quote:
Originally Posted by hpluvr037 Hearing his cue, Keefer walked quietly onto the stage. His demeanor was sad, but his face was set, determined. "Charlotte?" he called. "Charlotte, where are you?"
He peered behind the trees on stage. "She shall come to me presently," he murmured softly, the older language falling haltingly off his tongue. He stepped to the middle of the stage, sitting on a log and brooding.
After several second's pause, he began a monologue. "How can I tell her these tidings of war? She will never forgive me for leaving, for forsaking our love." He let out a long sigh. "I must leave her with a token of my affections, lest I ne'er return... But what can reveal the depth of my love? How can I prove my fealty, my intentions?" he wondered aloud, sighing with the weight of the future on his shoulders.
Then he looked up, as if he had heard a rustling coming through the woods. Rising, he called once more. "Charlotte? Is that you?"
The Ravenclaw watched unblinking. Does this guy look familiar? Maybe, although now he was abit more interested about that war....
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