SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

XanaSnape · 07-05-2009, 08:12 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by druidflower

Oh Morgana's pink petticoats!!

Caroline spun on her heal and made a strangled noise. "I KNOW IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!" she yelled.

It had been NOT funny for months now as she tried desperately to figure out if the man was senile. Or just messing with her in some kind of new healer/ new staff hazing ritual.

There was obviously sooo much more to the story than what she had gotten out of her great-grandmother, but she clammed up tight after a furious diatribe to the effect of Valon Kazimeriz was a friend hers once, they were a year apart in school and she had treated him for his initial hip injury. And she knew that her great grandmother utterly refused to visit the school and prove Caroline Kinney and Caroline Avalon weren't one in the same.

She plunged her hand into her satchel and yanked out a long scroll of parchment. "She's both, Professor, as a wizard you know it's possible. As for being dead, and not me, Grandmamma died when I was seven years old. This is my family tree. My birthdate is near the bottom. And in the middle?" she pointed, "there is Caroline Kinney where she married into the family in 1984. Date of birth February 2nd, 1966. Date of death November 1st, 2050. She's been a ghost ever since. Check with the Spirit Division if you don't believe me."

Kazimeriz, already pale, turned paler still as the color completely drained from his face. He looked at the scroll silently, his head shaking once: No. His hand moved up to gently cover his mouth. He met the young girl's eyes, and then looked again at the unfurled family tree, his arthritic, weathered hand reaching out shakily to touch the name:

Quote:

Caroline Kinney
Date of Birth, 2 Feb. 1966
Date of Death 1 Nov. 2050

He took an uneasy, trembly step backward, away from the parchment. To his good fortune there was a bench just inches behind him. He sank down onto it, his shoulders sagging. His elbows dropped onto his knees and he held his head in his hands, grieving silently.

Oh, Cari.

07-05-2009, 08:12 PM	#210 (permalink)
XanaSnape Ramora Join Date: Jun 2007 Posts: 5,510 Hogwarts RPG Name: Former Professor Valon Kazimeriz Graduated	Kool-Aid, Oh Yeah! \| \| SS Mischief Maker Quote: Originally Posted by druidflower Oh Morgana's pink petticoats!! Caroline spun on her heal and made a strangled noise. "I KNOW IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!" she yelled. It had been NOT funny for months now as she tried desperately to figure out if the man was senile. Or just messing with her in some kind of new healer/ new staff hazing ritual. There was obviously sooo much more to the story than what she had gotten out of her great-grandmother, but she clammed up tight after a furious diatribe to the effect of Valon Kazimeriz was a friend hers once, they were a year apart in school and she had treated him for his initial hip injury. And she knew that her great grandmother utterly refused to visit the school and prove Caroline Kinney and Caroline Avalon weren't one in the same. She plunged her hand into her satchel and yanked out a long scroll of parchment. "She's both, Professor, as a wizard you know it's possible. As for being dead, and not me, Grandmamma died when I was seven years old. This is my family tree. My birthdate is near the bottom. And in the middle?" she pointed, "there is Caroline Kinney where she married into the family in 1984. Date of birth February 2nd, 1966. Date of death November 1st, 2050. She's been a ghost ever since. Check with the Spirit Division if you don't believe me." Kazimeriz, already pale, turned paler still as the color completely drained from his face. He looked at the scroll silently, his head shaking once: No. His hand moved up to gently cover his mouth. He met the young girl's eyes, and then looked again at the unfurled family tree, his arthritic, weathered hand reaching out shakily to touch the name: Quote: Caroline Kinney Date of Birth, 2 Feb. 1966 Date of Death 1 Nov. 2050 He took an uneasy, trembly step backward, away from the parchment. To his good fortune there was a bench just inches behind him. He sank down onto it, his shoulders sagging. His elbows dropped onto his knees and he held his head in his hands, grieving silently. Oh, Cari. __________________ Last edited by XanaSnape; 07-05-2009 at 08:20 PM.