02-23-2012, 03:19 AM
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Moke
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Kaitlynn Hopsisk Second Year | Hope is the only thing stronger than fear. Quote:
Originally Posted by iceblossom22 Elise scurried in, a little late but apparently hadn't missed anything but introductions. Okay, not too bad, right? RIGHT?!
Anyways, she took a seat next to a random person and skewered some marshmallows. Holding them over the fire for a moment, she waited for the outside to melt slightly before pulling it out and allowing it to harden. Perfect.
Taking one, she turned the hot marshmallow in her hand, inspecting it. Seemed okay. Popping into her mouth, she payed attention just in time to hear the Head Boy guy person start talking. YAY! Jezz smiled at the girl who had sat down next to her. Maybe she would be brave to and not scared of the ghost story. If not then they could be scared together. SPOILER!!: Story! Quote:
Originally Posted by Lockhartian Truth be told, he hadn't considered the younger students when they talked about this. They could always sleep in their respective Head of House office if they were too terrified to sleep in their Common Room. Or simply sleep in Vindictus' office, which was the closest. He wouldn't mind, right? Back to the story, and the marshmallow thief the Head Boy looked to the stage once more, and he'll recommend everyone to do so as well, but since the stage was suddenly changing its scenery he supposed people will be looking towards it, right?
The misty fog remained, only now it was dissipating between, what seemed to be, parts of a huge forest, much like the forbidden one over there, next to where they sat. "The story is about a man and a woman, a wizard and a witch, who loved each other...but were separated by unexpected circumstances." Those unexpected circumstances will be told, just wait.
The fire dimmed a bit more, and the torches lit up more and more.
What was seen on stage? ![Shifty](images/smilies/shifty.gif) 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?"
Oooo. A scary romance. How lovely. What would happen next. Was it Charlotte that made the rustling sound or was it someone else? She toasted a marshmallow waiting for the figure to appear.
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