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Tazenhani · 07-01-2015, 05:47 AM

SPOILER!!: Hugo!! *separate TL*

Making his way around his desk, Sabel fought to contain his amusement. He really shouldn't be so amused, but the plain fact was that he ... was.

"Well, I think it does make sense. Literally." Sitting down, Sabel considered the boy across from him with his most serious expression. "For instance, the sky is up. So is the roof, the clouds, the mountains, birds, the sun, the stars, insects and so forth."

Did he see where he was going with this?

"So perhaps what makes less sense is how it is a greeting. If you are asking me what is up, then should it not be one of those things? But given it was taken as a greeting, I have returned with, what is down. And what is down? The earth. The grass, soil, trees, flowers, more insects, chickens....turtles."

SPOILER!!: Benzi! *separate TL*

The silence was strange. Most students seemed to launch right into what it was they wanted to say, either by nerves or excitement. But then, perhaps it would have been stranger if the boy that had avoided this meeting just vaulted into things right away.

Moving to his desk, Sabel dropped into it, hooking his feet up on the edge of his desk in a relaxed manner. For a moment he simply watched the boy, waiting for him to speak. When the silence continued, it seemed as if it was time for a prompt. "So, what is it I can help you with today?"

SPOILER!!: Cult Trio *separate TL*

Quote:

Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"Mind if I join?" the Headmistress' level voice came floating in from the direction of the doorway. She leaned against it casually, trusting (hopefully not foolishly) that Sabel had taken down the wards on it since there were two strangers in his office now. Legend, of course, wasn't really a stranger. He was a ~~popcorn muncher~~ former student, one who had worked closely with Hogwarts in the past. He should be helpful. He was as close as this school got to a resource officer, after all.

Blue eyes drifting from the Auror to the newspaper reporter, the Headmistress straightened up suddenly from her lean. Something was off about this man. She didn't like him, she didn't trust him, she didn't like how he was talking to Sabel, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable around him, the way Gingersnapple felt around students who were hiding things from her. Should she bring her cat in to sniff around him? Kneazles, half-kneazles, and suspected kneazles were good at picking up on suspicious characters, after all...

"You're the one who wrote the article," Annie spoke up plainly. Now her eyes were positively boring into Basil Skeeter's head as she stepped into the room and held out her right hand for a shake from his right hand. "I'm the Headmistress of Hogwarts, Anastasia Truebridge. Have we met?"

Quote:

Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles

It was hilarious how the reporter got his own story mixed up. His integrity was in question? Rolling his green eyes the Auror turned back to his...well...former friend. "Your findings never did hold that much wait while you were in the MLE either." Offering the other man mocking smile, Legend turned to the letters to get a better look, silently he began his checklist.

Until the stupid reporter started speaking again. Though Sabel shut him down soon enough. Waving a hand over the evidence, Legend frowned as he mumbled a spell.

"Yeah Skeeter, this makes me question if you even remember what you pulled out of your butt. Shouldn't you already know? I'm next on the chopping block it would seem. Scheduled to die." Yadayada. Gah. Reaching into a pocket in his jacket he pulled out a small clear folder that seemed way to large to even fit where it had previously been. Coping the papers he placed the originals in the folder before stuffing it back into the hidden jacket compartment. "Really wished you guys wouldn't have touched this, but-" He shrugged. "I'll see what I can do." Standard answer. Opening his mouth to say something else, Legend was cut off by a familiar voice.

Glancing over his shoulder, he gave the headmistress a slight smile. Bunz. "It's your castle. I suppose you're suppose to join anyways." It was strange that she didn't even look that much older from when he had been a student. Even though it had been YEAAAAAARS. She was basically ancient now. But good job keeping up with the times Bunz. Makeup did wonders it seemed.

Quote:

Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

More. Push him more. Provoke. Provoke them all.

Primarily Dakest.

But the master had said that such play should be limited to the target if others were begging for it.

"Given this an awful lot of thought, haven't you, Dakest," he replied with forced amusement. "I'm flattered." As for the Auror, one of those begging to play, Basil snapped his head around towards him, but said nothing. It was almost ironic how his eyes, while void of emotion, still reflected some sort of dangerous energy.

Before he could retaliate, the red head entered the room and the corners of his lips curled into a foreign grin for the former Hufflepuff's features. Although perhaps familiar to some in present company.

"In passing once or twice, I believe," he said casually as he strolled towards her. Moving as though he were about to offer her a hand shake, his right arm remaining limping hanging to his side, he instead reached to twirl some of her fiery red hair around his finger. "But perhaps never this close up."

And then he began to laugh, his voice like the low rumble of an approaching storm.

Sabel couldn't keep the wince from his features at Legend's return. That smarted, just a little bit. Felt like he really was alone in this room. That the tables had turned --

And then there was Truebridge. A breath of fresh air. A strangely calming presence amidst the torrent of thoughts that were tumbling through his head. Their conversation in her office returned to him, helped him keep his head. Allowed him to offer a plain shrug to the reporter at his response. He'd had a lot of time, sure. Wasn't like the articles came out one right after the other.

But the returning calm was quickly shattered as something clicked into place. It was there, half masked in the reporter's grin. And it was there again, when the man twirled Truebridge's hair. A memory flickering in a bone-chilling sensation. Dread, imagined or real, rolled through him in an icy wave and he was sure his face had lost some of it's color.

It took him a moment to realize that he had summoned his wand into his hand, held in a white-knuckled vice grip. Truebridge was a woman who could speak for herself. And if anything, his silence was invaluable at this moment. Still, he wondered if the reporter was keen to loose another finger or two, and his look said as much.

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Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Hugo!! separate TL Quote: Originally Posted by WeasleyGirl Hugo squinted his eyes. Hmm. Dakest was a very suspicious man. "Alright." nodded and sat down in front of the professor. "First of all, it's a greeting. So, the question is not literally because it wouldn't make sense, right?" Of course "It is like I'm asking you 'how are you?' just in a cool way. So, you answer 'I'm good' or something like that" period. Now it was Dakest's turn. "**Your question doesn't make sense. 'What's down?'" he shook his head "What are your answers, professor?" he asked very curious. Making his way around his desk, Sabel fought to contain his amusement. He really shouldn't be so amused, but the plain fact was that he ... was. "Well, I think it does make sense. Literally." Sitting down, Sabel considered the boy across from him with his most serious expression. "For instance, the sky is up. So is the roof, the clouds, the mountains, birds, the sun, the stars, insects and so forth." Did he see where he was going with this? "So perhaps what makes less sense is how it is a greeting. If you are asking me what is up, then should it not be one of those things? But given it was taken as a greeting, I have returned with, what is down. And what is down? The earth. The grass, soil, trees, flowers, more insects, chickens....turtles." SPOILER!!*: Benzi! separate TL* Quote: Originally Posted by fire_faerie Professor Dakest's lack of a reaction kind of freaked Benzi out. Mr. Kitridge had at the very least smiled when Benzi had told him of his career aspirations. Was this a good sign or a bad sign? Was the professor only letting him in there to shut him down in private? Because if so he'd much rather stay out here. Nevertheless, Benzi nodded and passed into the Dakest's office. "Thank you," he said, mulling over those words and wondering if they were a jab at him for not coming to see him earlier. He was here now though, so that was enough of that no? He dumped his bag unceremoniously on the floor and sat down in front of the desk, trying to stay not awkward as he waited for the professor to join him. How does he start? Where does he start? His uncle died and emotionally scarred him for life? Teenage things keep getting him down? The silence was strange. Most students seemed to launch right into what it was they wanted to say, either by nerves or excitement. But then, perhaps it would have been stranger if the boy that had avoided this meeting just vaulted into things right away. Moving to his desk, Sabel dropped into it, hooking his feet up on the edge of his desk in a relaxed manner. For a moment he simply watched the boy, waiting for him to speak. When the silence continued, it seemed as if it was time for a prompt. "So, what is it I can help you with today?" SPOILER!!: Cult Trio separate TL Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl "Mind if I join?" the Headmistress' level voice came floating in from the direction of the doorway. She leaned against it casually, trusting (hopefully not foolishly) that Sabel had taken down the wards on it since there were two strangers in his office now. Legend, of course, wasn't really a stranger. He was a ~~popcorn muncher~~ former student, one who had worked closely with Hogwarts in the past. He should be helpful. He was as close as this school got to a resource officer, after all. Blue eyes drifting from the Auror to the newspaper reporter, the Headmistress straightened up suddenly from her lean. Something was off about this man. She didn't like him, she didn't trust him, she didn't like how he was talking to Sabel, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable around him, the way Gingersnapple felt around students who were hiding things from her. Should she bring her cat in to sniff around him? Kneazles, half-kneazles, and suspected kneazles were good at picking up on suspicious characters, after all... "You're the one who wrote the article," Annie spoke up plainly. Now her eyes were positively boring into Basil Skeeter's head as she stepped into the room and held out her right hand for a shake from his right hand. "I'm the Headmistress of Hogwarts, Anastasia Truebridge. Have we met?" Quote: Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles It was hilarious how the reporter got his own story mixed up. His integrity was in question? Rolling his green eyes the Auror turned back to his...well...former friend. "Your findings never did hold that much wait while you were in the MLE either." Offering the other man mocking smile, Legend turned to the letters to get a better look, silently he began his checklist. Until the stupid reporter started speaking again. Though Sabel shut him down soon enough. Waving a hand over the evidence, Legend frowned as he mumbled a spell. "Yeah Skeeter, this makes me question if you even remember what you pulled out of your butt. Shouldn't you already know? I'm next on the chopping block it would seem. Scheduled to die." Yadayada. Gah. Reaching into a pocket in his jacket he pulled out a small clear folder that seemed way to large to even fit where it had previously been. Coping the papers he placed the originals in the folder before stuffing it back into the hidden jacket compartment. "Really wished you guys wouldn't have touched this, but-" He shrugged. "I'll see what I can do." Standard answer. Opening his mouth to say something else, Legend was cut off by a familiar voice. Glancing over his shoulder, he gave the headmistress a slight smile. Bunz. "It's your castle. I suppose you're suppose to join anyways." It was strange that she didn't even look that much older from when he had been a student. Even though it had been YEAAAAAARS. She was basically ancient now. But good job keeping up with the times Bunz. Makeup did wonders it seemed. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie More. Push him more. Provoke. Provoke them all. Primarily Dakest. But the master had said that such play should be limited to the target if others were begging for it. "Given this an awful lot of thought, haven't you, Dakest," he replied with forced amusement. "I'm flattered." As for the Auror, one of those begging to play, Basil snapped his head around towards him, but said nothing. It was almost ironic how his eyes, while void of emotion, still reflected some sort of dangerous energy. Before he could retaliate, the red head entered the room and the corners of his lips curled into a foreign grin for the former Hufflepuff's features. Although perhaps familiar to some in present company. "In passing once or twice, I believe," he said casually as he strolled towards her. Moving as though he were about to offer her a hand shake, his right arm remaining limping hanging to his side, he instead reached to twirl some of her fiery red hair around his finger. "But perhaps never this close up." And then he began to laugh, his voice like the low rumble of an approaching storm. Sabel couldn't keep the wince from his features at Legend's return. That smarted, just a little bit. Felt like he really was alone in this room. That the tables had turned -- And then there was Truebridge. A breath of fresh air. A strangely calming presence amidst the torrent of thoughts that were tumbling through his head. Their conversation in her office returned to him, helped him keep his head. Allowed him to offer a plain shrug to the reporter at his response. He'd had a lot of time, sure. Wasn't like the articles came out one right after the other. But the returning calm was quickly shattered as something clicked into place. It was there, half masked in the reporter's grin. And it was there again, when the man twirled Truebridge's hair. A memory flickering in a bone-chilling sensation. Dread, imagined or real, rolled through him in an icy wave and he was sure his face had lost some of it's color. It took him a moment to realize that he had summoned his wand into his hand, held in a white-knuckled vice grip. Truebridge was a woman who could speak for herself. And if anything, his silence was invaluable at this moment. Still, he wondered if the reporter was keen to loose another finger or two, and his look said as much. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. Last edited by Tazenhani; 07-02-2015 at 03:30 PM.