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Felixir · 05-28-2017, 12:06 PM

??????????????? SUSPICIOUS???????????????

definitely suspicious.

(from the Spare Office on the sixth floor)

Quote:

Originally Posted by Melanie Williams

She was almost never late, and if she was, something was terribly wrong. Unlike her brother, she had already grown used to the castle and knew almost all of its various walkways and ways of getting from place to another. She could used to living here, she thought, if she didn’t have very specific reasons for being in America. Those same reasons had ensured she come here, to Hogwarts.

“Brother,” she said softly as she slid through the doorway. She firmly shut the door behind her and locked it. It had been months since she could speak to him candidly, and she wanted to do so now. But even in a locked seemingly empty office, she couldn’t. Everything had to be guarded, coded. Speaking in subtlety was irritating, like an itch she could never fully scratch. She approached Duncan, though, and smiled. “Brother. We can speak almost like we can back home,” she whispered. “We did it. We’re here.” she gestured all around her.

She turned to eye up the decor of the room. There was nothing. Nowhere to sit, nowhere to even stand comfortably. The mirror showing their reflections made her smile ominously though. “Duncan, I've spoken to who we both miss.” Her switch to French was seamless. Thankfully, too, their French would be very different from any French speaking person from France or even Canada. Southern French was a dialect all its own and difficult to understand. “We will soon be able to pass the pixie dust along,” she turned to face him. Her hard, dark eyes met his. He would know what this meant. “And the one we spoke of...he graduates in a year’s time.”

Duncan should also know what that meant, too. Her eyes darted to the door out of paranoia. She drew her wand. “Muffliato.”

Quote:

Originally Posted by Duncan Williams

He heard her footsteps long before she entered the room and knew who they belonged to. How many times had he heard her footsteps running arounnd the house when they were growing up? How many times had he pretended to be asleep only to have his plans foiled the minute he peeked an eye open? It wasn't so much as a sibling thing, it was more of a twin thing.

His head turned to the door and he raised an eyebrow as she entered the room. "What, no Dunkin Donuts?" A Muggle donut company and coffeehouse that he wouldn't mind munching on right now. That was, in retrospect, another downside to this school and this country in general. Where were the Dunkin Donuts stores? "We made it, despite the struggles to get here." Whether it had really been a struggle to get Meredith to hire him was something else entirely. The woman, in her overenthusiastic self, seemed to relish in being given attention and who was he to deny her of that? Especially if it benefitted them.

It wasn't the switch between languages that peeked his interest, it was the words that were being said. His signature smirk settled on his face and he would, if he were the type, punch his fist in the air out of victory. "Excellent. We should waste no time in starting the minute the gift arrives." Time was of the essence and if they stalled any longer, the competition could be over before they knew it. "A year..." A year was plenty of time but was it enough time? "Does he seem interested in what you told him?" And, more importantly, could they trust him?

Quote:

Originally Posted by Melanie Williams

Melanie smirked. “No, no Dunkin Donuts. Unfortunately. God, I could use one right now.” Boston creme, right here. “You had more struggles than I did. You had to be hired on.” Which, thankfully, had been easy. Moxley was an easy target. She ran her fingers over the top of the fireplace. A thick layer of dust coated the top, and Melanie crinkled her nose in disgust. “So if the office is unused, they don’t clean it?” she asked. With a wave of her wand and a muttering of one of the many cleaning spells she knew, she took care of the dust problem.

Gift, he called it. Melanie rolled her eyes. “We need to keep an eye out for who is on the receiving end.” She already had ideas. Kaysha Stewart. Perhaps Duncan, though, had someone better in mind? She’d let him speak before she gave her own opinion. “I haven’t relayed all of it to him, yet. I’m testing the waters. But he could be good for us.” She had a far-off look in her eye, as if she were imagining it all already.

A wave of nostalgia of home washed over her. She missed everything about it. She missed the ease of the early days. Things were harder now, more secretive. She was held in high regard; she was responsible for making things happen.

It was then that she approached Duncan and hugged him. “I miss her.”

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,154 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight ??????????????? SUSPICIOUS??????????????? definitely suspicious. (from the Spare Office on the sixth floor) Quote: Originally Posted by Melanie Williams She was almost never late, and if she was, something was terribly wrong. Unlike her brother, she had already grown used to the castle and knew almost all of its various walkways and ways of getting from place to another. She could used to living here, she thought, if she didn’t have very specific reasons for being in America. Those same reasons had ensured she come here, to Hogwarts. “Brother,” she said softly as she slid through the doorway. She firmly shut the door behind her and locked it. It had been months since she could speak to him candidly, and she wanted to do so now. But even in a locked seemingly empty office, she couldn’t. Everything had to be guarded, coded. Speaking in subtlety was irritating, like an itch she could never fully scratch. She approached Duncan, though, and smiled. “Brother. We can speak almost like we can back home,” she whispered. *“We did it. We’re here.”* she gestured all around her. She turned to eye up the decor of the room. There was nothing. Nowhere to sit, nowhere to even stand comfortably. The mirror showing their reflections made her smile ominously though. “Duncan, I've spoken to who we both miss.” Her switch to French was seamless. Thankfully, too, their French would be very different from any French speaking person from France or even Canada. Southern French was a dialect all its own and difficult to understand. “We will soon be able to pass the pixie dust along,” she turned to face him. Her hard, dark eyes met his. He would know what this meant. “And the one we spoke of...he graduates in a year’s time.” Duncan should also know what that meant, too. Her eyes darted to the door out of paranoia. She drew her wand. “Muffliato.” Quote: Originally Posted by Duncan Williams He heard her footsteps long before she entered the room and knew who they belonged to. How many times had he heard her footsteps running arounnd the house when they were growing up? How many times had he pretended to be asleep only to have his plans foiled the minute he peeked an eye open? It wasn't so much as a sibling thing, it was more of a twin thing. His head turned to the door and he raised an eyebrow as she entered the room. "What, no Dunkin Donuts?" A Muggle donut company and coffeehouse that he wouldn't mind munching on right now. That was, in retrospect, another downside to this school and this country in general. Where were the Dunkin Donuts stores? "We made it, despite the struggles to get here." Whether it had really been a struggle to get Meredith to hire him was something else entirely. The woman, in her overenthusiastic self, seemed to relish in being given attention and who was he to deny her of that? Especially if it benefitted them. It wasn't the switch between languages that peeked his interest, it was the words that were being said. His signature smirk settled on his face and he would, if he were the type, punch his fist in the air out of victory. "Excellent. We should waste no time in starting the minute the gift arrives." Time was of the essence and if they stalled any longer, the competition could be over before they knew it. "A year..." A year was plenty of time but was it enough time? "Does he seem interested in what you told him?" And, more importantly, could they trust him? Quote: Originally Posted by Melanie Williams Melanie smirked. “No, no Dunkin Donuts. Unfortunately. God, I could use one right now.” Boston creme, right here. “You had more struggles than I did. You had to be hired on.” Which, thankfully, had been easy. Moxley was an easy target. She ran her fingers over the top of the fireplace. A thick layer of dust coated the top, and Melanie crinkled her nose in disgust. “So if the office is unused, they don’t clean it?” she asked. With a wave of her wand and a muttering of one of the many cleaning spells she knew, she took care of the dust problem. Gift, he called it. Melanie rolled her eyes. “We need to keep an eye out for who is on the receiving end.” She already had ideas. Kaysha Stewart. Perhaps Duncan, though, had someone better in mind? She’d let him speak before she gave her own opinion. “I haven’t relayed all of it to him, yet. I’m testing the waters. But he could be good for us.” She had a far-off look in her eye, as if she were imagining it all already. A wave of nostalgia of home washed over her. She missed everything about it. She missed the ease of the early days. Things were harder now, more secretive. She was held in high regard; she was responsible for making things happen. It was then that she approached Duncan and hugged him. “I miss her.” __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!