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OtterySt.Catchpole · 10-26-2010, 08:27 AM

Sorry kids no time to play today, it's late and I love you all but Nanowrimo is just around the corner and I've got all these library books I need to finish before Nano starts because then it's all writing ... but Evi3e you weren't being rude I was being funny

If I came off defensive I'm sorry ...

Its late at night and sometimes I don't read what I write for context or tone ... I suck. *cries* Neways, uhm, hey this is your reply so don't say I didn't reply see its even in purple

And thanks for the luck I'll need it.

Conners ... you always say the sweetest things, here's hoping. Neways, whatever I write for Nano, sometimes we dump excerpts in the Nano thread here on SS I'll let you all know so you can see how awful my writing really is when it's not edited

for competence I mean. XP

Droo, I'm glad you're still here and you liked my chappie ... more to come. I plan to write updates during Nano but ... well, 'the best laid plans of mice and men ...'

I also plan to succeed at Nano so ... and all those books, oh yeah, and Thanksgiving ... so

Here's a nameless chappie cuz I couldn't hear music while writing it ... I'll give it a name when I come back.

Chapter: Uhm, title will go here later
Angel had seen many wondrous things in his young life, not merely with the privileges that money bought, because he had been born poor which had led to his becoming a thief, nor was it because of that same poverty which had taken him to many low places even as he had become an expert at taking from the wealthy. He could not say seeing so many wondrous things was because of the magic he possessed which had opened a whole other door of experiences for him, nor all his worldly travel, and most assuredly not his age, clearly not as he was still just an adolescent boy. To what then did he attribute having seen many wondrous things? To nothing really, not when he compared what he had seen to what he gazed at now.

Floating above an empty field somewhere in Hungary a gigantic rock structure brighter than the night sky shined. The construct was best described as a large piece of rock many many buildings tall had been torn out of the earth, piercing it many pipes protruded from the stone base and steam ejected from the many engines and machines that held the castle that sat atop the stone aloft.

“It’s the home of our master,” Evangeline said non-chalantly.

“What the devil is it?” the boy asked flabbergasted.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s his summer palace.”

“But it’s fall?”

“If it’s anyone’s fall its that of your friend Ottery,” Evangeline replied wickedly.

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re a total …” the sound of a pipe ejecting steam obscured the boy’s final words but Evangeline well knew the sentiment and she knew the word he had chosen was not witch though it rhymed with it.

Elsewhere a dark and stormy night boded dark dreams for the red haired boy who slept fitfully lost in nightmare dreams of dark things and deaths. It had been quite a while since Ron Weasley had had any sleep and even now his sleep had been a gift from his mother’s spiked tea. He mumbled in his sleep watched over by his mother who worried so for him, reluctant to touch him and wake him for he needed to rest but wanting to ease his troubled mind.

And still elsewhere in Hogwarts a trio of boys yawned and set about disguising their notes with invisible ink lest their list of possible allies and recruits fall into the wrong hands. Dumbledore’s army would rise again from the ashes but with a darker purpose …revenge. Nicholas and Neville stayed behind as Harry went up to his room.

“Seems I underestimated your keen tactical mind,” the boy said reluctantly.

“It’s because I’m rich isn’t it?” the boy replied watching Nicholas’ reaction.

“I know about your parents Longbottom, so yeah. Never took you for the detecting type,” Nicholas threw back.

“Why would I need to do anything right? When I’ve got so much money and people to do it for me, right?” Neville kept on.

“Exactly. And your reputation as a bumbling oaf …”

“I’m not aces at magic but I’m not an … I’m … I’m not an oaf,” the boy said angrily.

“Down boy,” Nicholas answered back, making a placating gesture with his hands. “You’ve earned my respect Longbottom, and that’s not easy to do.”

Neville walked past him, “I still haven’t decided about you.” He rose up the stairs leading to the boy’s dormitory his slippers flopping on the stone floor and Nicholas smiled wickedly. There were many surprising things about Hogwarts and the Gryffindors.

And elsewhere in the castle a young girl read quietly to herself:

“Decapitation is the best method of destroying zombies, destroying their heads being the best means to incapacitate and destroy the anima of the decaying corpse. Destroying other vital parts of a mobile corpses body while slowing down the creature does not completely destroy it, as its hands and legs can help it propel itself, even a bodiless head may by clacking its jaw cause itself to move. There are many different methods of destroying zombies such as fire, pulverization, and explosion. Freezing, or otherwise capturing a zombie is a bad idea as they’re likely to be freed or set loose by their zombie friends or one of your more inept friends.

Avoiding zombiefication is also important …”

And the night wore on …

:3

10-26-2010, 08:27 AM	#60 (permalink)
OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,910 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	through the desert on a The post with no name and it felt good to get out of the rain Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert Sorry kids no time to play today, it's late and I love you all but Nanowrimo is just around the corner and I've got all these library books I need to finish before Nano starts because then it's all writing ... but Evi3e you weren't being rude I was being funny If I came off defensive I'm sorry ... Its late at night and sometimes I don't read what I write for context or tone ... I suck. cries Neways, uhm, hey this is your reply so don't say I didn't reply see its even in purple And thanks for the luck I'll need it. Conners ... you always say the sweetest things, here's hoping. Neways, whatever I write for Nano, sometimes we dump excerpts in the Nano thread here on SS I'll let you all know so you can see how awful my writing really is when it's not edited for competence I mean. XP Droo, I'm glad you're still here and you liked my chappie ... more to come. I plan to write updates during Nano but ... well, 'the best laid plans of mice and men ...' I also plan to succeed at Nano so ... and all those books, oh yeah, and Thanksgiving ... so Here's a nameless chappie cuz I couldn't hear music while writing it ... I'll give it a name when I come back. *Chapter: Uhm, title will go here later* Angel had seen many wondrous things in his young life, not merely with the privileges that money bought, because he had been born poor which had led to his becoming a thief, nor was it because of that same poverty which had taken him to many low places even as he had become an expert at taking from the wealthy. He could not say seeing so many wondrous things was because of the magic he possessed which had opened a whole other door of experiences for him, nor all his worldly travel, and most assuredly not his age, clearly not as he was still just an adolescent boy. To what then did he attribute having seen many wondrous things? To nothing really, not when he compared what he had seen to what he gazed at now. Floating above an empty field somewhere in Hungary a gigantic rock structure brighter than the night sky shined. The construct was best described as a large piece of rock many many buildings tall had been torn out of the earth, piercing it many pipes protruded from the stone base and steam ejected from the many engines and machines that held the castle that sat atop the stone aloft. “It’s the home of our master,” Evangeline said non-chalantly. “What the devil is it?” the boy asked flabbergasted. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s his summer palace.” “But it’s fall?” “If it’s anyone’s fall its that of your friend Ottery,” Evangeline replied wickedly. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re a total …” the sound of a pipe ejecting steam obscured the boy’s final words but Evangeline well knew the sentiment and she knew the word he had chosen was not witch though it rhymed with it. Elsewhere a dark and stormy night boded dark dreams for the red haired boy who slept fitfully lost in nightmare dreams of dark things and deaths. It had been quite a while since Ron Weasley had had any sleep and even now his sleep had been a gift from his mother’s spiked tea. He mumbled in his sleep watched over by his mother who worried so for him, reluctant to touch him and wake him for he needed to rest but wanting to ease his troubled mind. And still elsewhere in Hogwarts a trio of boys yawned and set about disguising their notes with invisible ink lest their list of possible allies and recruits fall into the wrong hands. Dumbledore’s army would rise again from the ashes but with a darker purpose …revenge. Nicholas and Neville stayed behind as Harry went up to his room. “Seems I underestimated your keen tactical mind,” the boy said reluctantly. “It’s because I’m rich isn’t it?” the boy replied watching Nicholas’ reaction. “I know about your parents Longbottom, so yeah. Never took you for the detecting type,” Nicholas threw back. “Why would I need to do anything right? When I’ve got so much money and people to do it for me, right?” Neville kept on. “Exactly. And your reputation as a bumbling oaf …” “I’m not aces at magic but I’m not an … I’m … I’m not an oaf,” the boy said angrily. “Down boy,” Nicholas answered back, making a placating gesture with his hands. “You’ve earned my respect Longbottom, and that’s not easy to do.” Neville walked past him, “I still haven’t decided about you.” He rose up the stairs leading to the boy’s dormitory his slippers flopping on the stone floor and Nicholas smiled wickedly. There were many surprising things about Hogwarts and the Gryffindors. And elsewhere in the castle a young girl read quietly to herself: “Decapitation is the best method of destroying zombies, destroying their heads being the best means to incapacitate and destroy the anima of the decaying corpse. Destroying other vital parts of a mobile corpses body while slowing down the creature does not completely destroy it, as its hands and legs can help it propel itself, even a bodiless head may by clacking its jaw cause itself to move. There are many different methods of destroying zombies such as fire, pulverization, and explosion. Freezing, or otherwise capturing a zombie is a bad idea as they’re likely to be freed or set loose by their zombie friends or one of your more inept friends. Avoiding zombiefication is also important …” And the night wore on … :3 __________________