01-20-2009, 02:36 AM
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Banshee
Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham
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Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year | Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB Quote:
Originally Posted by XanaSnape Kazimeriz rolled his eyes. How were they ever going to maintain order and gain respect if the professors kept passing out like frail little flowers? "Rennervate!" he said, casting at the red-haired prim professor. "Do get a hold of yourself, young lady. They are only ghosts, for Merlin's sake." Next thing she knew, Anastasia's bright blue eyes popped open and she sat up, noticing at once that The Ancient One had revived her.
And boy was he rude. Hmmph. She wasn't going to have any of that. "Oh thank you for the rude awakening, sir," she spat like a sarcastic wet cat, scrambling up onto her chair again. She fluffed her hair once more and checked her appearance in the shiny plates.
"And they aren't just ghosts they're symbols of evil!" she continued muttering to herself. "It's just wrong. Wrong wrong wrong." Quote:
Originally Posted by Bloody Baron The Baron was pleased, "Oh my, Valon Kazimeriz! It is good to see you, and it has been a very long time, very long time indeed. It was a sad day when you left, I didn't think you'd come back!" And then the Baron did something that was RARE, he gave the older man a bow, hat off and to the side. "Hogwarts can use your instruction. Not only has a student screamed at me to not eat him, but then he ran and hid behind someone else." He shook his head then looked at the newly revived female professor, "and even some of the current staff isn't made from stronger stuff. How can they mold the future if they are unable to do what needs doing?" Quote:
Originally Posted by Grey Lady "Dearest Valon! My how you've grown!" the Grey Lady gushed as she arrived at the table. "You are the spitting image of your great-grandfather. Pray tell, how long will this tenure be?" Merlin's purple-spotted periwinkle PANTS! Couldn't they go hhhover somewhere else? Like around the ridiculous CHILDREN?!
Annie scowled and deliberately scooted her chair as far away from Grampa as possible. "I am too made of stronger stuff," she continued talking to herself. "How would YOU feel if you'd spent half a decade of your life being haunted?!"
She shook her head, realizing just then that she was in fact talking to herself. Oii, the ghosts would NOT get the best of her. No way no how. Sitting up with perfect posture, she leaned forward a little and leaned her hand against her forehead, forming a shield to the ghosts with arm. There. Now she could sip her pumpkin juice in peace.
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