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The walls in the first-floor corridor are covered in tapestries and, hung over them, are portraits of numerous witches and wizards. Whether you are trying to get to class or are just browsing around, the portraits here will try to start up a conversation with you. If you manage to get on their good side, they'll be willing to reveal secret passageways, share the latest school gossip, and more.
If you have time to spare, definitely go on a brief tangent from whatever it is you are doing. Google Stump is your man to go to if you're looking for answers about the mysteries of the castle; Beaumont Marjoribanks can tell you everything there is to know about gillyweed; and Elizabeth Burke ... well, it would be best to just avoid her for reasons that will be obvious should you strike up a discussion with her about magical blood status. There are other portraits here as well, each with their own unique personalities, and figures from other portraits happen to invade their frames from time to time.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Little Aryan was in plain awe.
There were so many portraits here!
Somehow his fathers had failed to capture this fact in their endless tales about Hogwarts. No worries though; he was about to make some discoveries on his own. He stood in the middle of the first floor corridor, silently observing the occupants. He liked how well they obviously knew each other as some kept moving from their own portraits to another. He liked that some preferred to stay quiet. He liked the various facial expressions: boredom, happiness, cheekiness, solemness, and the list went on.
Interesting, these portraits were. Very interesting.
Somehow his fathers had failed to capture this fact in their endless tales about Hogwarts. No worries though; he was about to make some discoveries on his own. He stood in the middle of the first floor corridor, silently observing the occupants. He liked how well they obviously knew each other as some kept moving from their own portraits to another. He liked that some preferred to stay quiet. He liked the various facial expressions: boredom, happiness, cheekiness, solemness, and the list went on.
Interesting, these portraits were. Very interesting.
It was with intrepid curiosity that Sloane roamed the castle, allowing her legs to take her places whilst her head wandered off in thought. The overwhelming nature of the castle and the way it seemed to continue to expand beyond the realms of a normal building made her head hurt, but not in the usual sense. It was all very interesting and yet, there was so much of it that she simply couldn’t take it all in. It felt like she was playing a video game, trying to get one hundred percent and the numbers were going up very slowly.
Allowing her legs to carry her through a passage and down a hall, Sloane stopped as she was greeted by a corridor full of tapestries varying in size, but not quality. Some of them seemed to stretch on forever in varying colours, although just as many now seemed to have faded with the years. Didn’t anyone make more? Where were the tapestry makers at these days? Her eyes took I the portraits next, dotted in between with a vary array of people in size them, some waving whilst others looking on sceptically. They were all met with the same non-blinking frown however, even when they sauntered from one portrait to another as though they were all magically connected. The whole moving aspect would have shocked her more if it wasn’t for television, and the fact that she’d seen one of those magic newspapers on the train to Hogwarts.
As she inspected one portrait closer however, she heard the shuffling of footsteps off in the distance as someone else headed down the corridor in her direction. A few moments later, she spotted one of the first years in her house, or at least that’s who she thought it was anyway. Unsure she really wanted to talk to them, she watched in silence for a moment as he inspected the various portraits from the middle of the corridor as if the distance was helping him. She much preferred to get closer to see the detail and the…colours…and the way they cr-…Okay, she knew nothing about art or magic paintings but surely from far away, you couldn’t see a single detail!
“Why don’t you get a little closer…I don’t think they can actually bite you, y’know?” she called out after a moment, her legs now carrying her up the corridor, closer to the boy. “I know they’re magic but I think they’re all dead. You can get up close. They won’t hurt you. Although one of them did shout at me because I poked his painting with my wand,” but that could have been to do with the fact that she’d left a small, charred mark on the painting. Oops. Maybe no one would notice.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Sloane! <3
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
It was with intrepid curiosity that Sloane roamed the castle, allowing her legs to take her places whilst her head wandered off in thought. The overwhelming nature of the castle and the way it seemed to continue to expand beyond the realms of a normal building made her head hurt, but not in the usual sense. It was all very interesting and yet, there was so much of it that she simply couldn’t take it all in. It felt like she was playing a video game, trying to get one hundred percent and the numbers were going up very slowly.
Allowing her legs to carry her through a passage and down a hall, Sloane stopped as she was greeted by a corridor full of tapestries varying in size, but not quality. Some of them seemed to stretch on forever in varying colours, although just as many now seemed to have faded with the years. Didn’t anyone make more? Where were the tapestry makers at these days? Her eyes took I the portraits next, dotted in between with a vary array of people in size them, some waving whilst others looking on sceptically. They were all met with the same non-blinking frown however, even when they sauntered from one portrait to another as though they were all magically connected. The whole moving aspect would have shocked her more if it wasn’t for television, and the fact that she’d seen one of those magic newspapers on the train to Hogwarts.
As she inspected one portrait closer however, she heard the shuffling of footsteps off in the distance as someone else headed down the corridor in her direction. A few moments later, she spotted one of the first years in her house, or at least that’s who she thought it was anyway. Unsure she really wanted to talk to them, she watched in silence for a moment as he inspected the various portraits from the middle of the corridor as if the distance was helping him. She much preferred to get closer to see the detail and the…colours…and the way they cr-…Okay, she knew nothing about art or magic paintings but surely from far away, you couldn’t see a single detail!
“Why don’t you get a little closer…I don’t think they can actually bite you, y’know?” she called out after a moment, her legs now carrying her up the corridor, closer to the boy. “I know they’re magic but I think they’re all dead. You can get up close. They won’t hurt you. Although one of them did shout at me because I poked his painting with my wand,” but that could have been to do with the fact that she’d left a small, charred mark on the painting. Oops. Maybe no one would notice.
It actually took Ary a moment to realise that he was not the only one taking a look at the portraits. Though he didn’t need to, the first year squinted at the form when he became aware of the movement. He immediately recognised her as Sloane, his fellow firstie and Bry’s dorm mate. There was a brief moment when the question crossed his mind: were Sloane and Bryony friends as yet?
There was surprise when she approached him, on his part. From observations, Aryan had quite deduced that Sloane was not much of a talker - much like him. But he did not know her reasons for this habit. Did she hate other humans? Was she shy? Did she develop late speech - again, like him - and perhaps disliked hearing the sound of her own voice?
“I know they won’t. I just…” Not quite in the mood to explain himself, Ary lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Which did you poke?’’And why would you do that? You don’t think he’d report you to a professor, do you?’’ As he spoke, his feet began taking him closer to the nearest wall.
Would he ever want to come back as a portrait? That was a question that had crossed his mind for the first time.
It actually took Ary a moment to realise that he was not the only one taking a look at the portraits. Though he didn’t need to, the first year squinted at the form when he became aware of the movement. He immediately recognised her as Sloane, his fellow firstie and Bry’s dorm mate. There was a brief moment when the question crossed his mind: were Sloane and Bryony friends as yet?
There was surprise when she approached him, on his part. From observations, Aryan had quite deduced that Sloane was not much of a talker - much like him. But he did not know her reasons for this habit. Did she hate other humans? Was she shy? Did she develop late speech - again, like him - and perhaps disliked hearing the sound of her own voice?
“I know they won’t. I just…” Not quite in the mood to explain himself, Ary lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Which did you poke?’’And why would you do that? You don’t think he’d report you to a professor, do you?’’ As he spoke, his feet began taking him closer to the nearest wall.
Would he ever want to come back as a portrait? That was a question that had crossed his mind for the first time.
Sloane wasn’t fully sure who it was when she called out from a little way aways but as she moved closer, the painting she’d been looking at losing her interest, she finally recognised the face and the name that went with it. It was another first year and in her house too. She’d seen Aryan around the common room but her being Sloane, had yet to really speak to him. It wasn’t like she’d tried to though, although that was mainly due to the fact that she much preferred to sit and watch others interact than actually get involved with things herself.
“Why wouldn’t you? I wanted to see what they’d do. I don’t have ancient, oil paintings at home so I’m making the most of it while I’m here,” and if they were really cool, she’d try to and borrow one to take it home for the summer. She didn’t really care if the painting told her professors because it wasn’t like she was damaging them or anything like that, she’d just poked them a little. “Why would they tell a professor?” It didn’t matter if she got into trouble anyway. She didn’t particularly want detention but she’d just pretend to cry and try to get out of it. “I guess you better be careful, coming over here just in case they think you’re involved,” just lightly teasing him now. She’d long since stopped caring about getting into trouble. Even at Hogwarts, what was the worst that could happen? She’d get sent home? Admittedly, she didn’t want that to happen but it wasn’t exactly the end of the world.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Sloane! <3
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
Sloane wasn’t fully sure who it was when she called out from a little way aways but as she moved closer, the painting she’d been looking at losing her interest, she finally recognised the face and the name that went with it. It was another first year and in her house too. She’d seen Aryan around the common room but her being Sloane, had yet to really speak to him. It wasn’t like she’d tried to though, although that was mainly due to the fact that she much preferred to sit and watch others interact than actually get involved with things herself.
“Why wouldn’t you? I wanted to see what they’d do. I don’t have ancient, oil paintings at home so I’m making the most of it while I’m here,” and if they were really cool, she’d try to and borrow one to take it home for the summer. She didn’t really care if the painting told her professors because it wasn’t like she was damaging them or anything like that, she’d just poked them a little. “Why would they tell a professor?” It didn’t matter if she got into trouble anyway. She didn’t particularly want detention but she’d just pretend to cry and try to get out of it. “I guess you better be careful, coming over here just in case they think you’re involved,” just lightly teasing him now. She’d long since stopped caring about getting into trouble. Even at Hogwarts, what was the worst that could happen? She’d get sent home? Admittedly, she didn’t want that to happen but it wasn’t exactly the end of the world.
Ary and Sloane might not have interacted much in the short past during their time at Hogwarts but they were off at a right start presently. He suddenly understood that Sloane wasn’t making much of a good impression of herself and he was quite certain he wasn’t about to make one of his own, at least not to her. “Don’t you think it’s rude to poke the occupants though?” he questioned mildly, casting a glance up at the portraits again. “I mean, you wouldn’t like it if some stranger randomly came up to you and poked you. Would you?” Ary went about poking persons but at present, they were mainly reserved for Bry and Drake. He wasn’t that close with anyone else as yet to go about prodding them.
Aryan lowered his voice. “You never know, Sloane, one or two may be a tattle tale.” Weren’t ancient persons usually like that, all high and mighty on good behaviour on that sort of thing? The teasing words harboured a smile out of him. “They cannot mistake me as a little troublemaker. Surely you see the shiny gold halo above my head?”
Ary and Sloane might not have interacted much in the short past during their time at Hogwarts but they were off at a right start presently. He suddenly understood that Sloane wasn’t making much of a good impression of herself and he was quite certain he wasn’t about to make one of his own, at least not to her. “Don’t you think it’s rude to poke the occupants though?” he questioned mildly, casting a glance up at the portraits again. “I mean, you wouldn’t like it if some stranger randomly came up to you and poked you. Would you?” Ary went about poking persons but at present, they were mainly reserved for Bry and Drake. He wasn’t that close with anyone else as yet to go about prodding them.
Aryan lowered his voice. “You never know, Sloane, one or two may be a tattle tale.” Weren’t ancient persons usually like that, all high and mighty on good behaviour on that sort of thing? The teasing words harboured a smile out of him. “They cannot mistake me as a little troublemaker. Surely you see the shiny gold halo above my head?”
Sloane briefly considered Ary’s words before quickly shrugging off his concerns. “I mean, they’re inside a painting…Does it really matter?” She didn’t mean to sound rude but like, how could she not pole the painting?! It was a moving painting! She’d only ever really seen TV’s move the same way that these paintings did and those required a lot more to work. “If some stranger did that to me, I’d poke them back…in the eyes…but I’m not in a painting so c’mon, these people must know what they’re doing if they walk up to random people and do that.” Sloane had enough manners not to pole real people who could poke back.
Sloane almost burst out laughing as the boy lowered his voice to whisper to her. She didn’t really care if one of them told a professor or whatever so it made her almost laugh that he seemed to. Not wanting to poke fun of him however, she simply nodded solemnly and sighed a little. “I guess my days of starting trouble are over. Stopped by the one with the golden halo. Struck down while I was in my prime,” her solemn expression cracking now as she finally gave in and giggled a little in such an un-Sloane like way.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Ugh! We love her!!! <3
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
Sloane briefly considered Ary’s words before quickly shrugging off his concerns. “I mean, they’re inside a painting…Does it really matter?” She didn’t mean to sound rude but like, how could she not pole the painting?! It was a moving painting! She’d only ever really seen TV’s move the same way that these paintings did and those required a lot more to work. “If some stranger did that to me, I’d poke them back…in the eyes…but I’m not in a painting so c’mon, these people must know what they’re doing if they walk up to random people and do that.” Sloane had enough manners not to pole real people who could poke back.
Sloane almost burst out laughing as the boy lowered his voice to whisper to her. She didn’t really care if one of them told a professor or whatever so it made her almost laugh that he seemed to. Not wanting to poke fun of him however, she simply nodded solemnly and sighed a little. “I guess my days of starting trouble are over. Stopped by the one with the golden halo. Struck down while I was in my prime,” her solemn expression cracking now as she finally gave in and giggled a little in such an un-Sloane like way.
Ary thought it mattered, and honestly? He felt as though he and Sloane could stand there for days having this debate. His Housemate definitely had a bit of stubbornness in her personality. “The fact remains you disturbed their peace, doesn’t it?” he questioned mildly. Ary almost laughed when Sloane mentioned that she would poke the stranger back, in their eyes. “You love chaos, I can tell.” Did that make him dislike her? No, there was something about Sloane that he liked. It possibly was her rebellious spirit.
What did make him laugh were Sloane’s next words, and even her giggle which, he admitted to himself, was surprising as Sloane giggles were something he had not yet come across. It was nice to see her this way. “That’s right,’’ Ary continued, wagging a finger in her direction in mock seriousness. “I’ll be keeping my eyes on you; your shenanigans won’t be able to get past me.” He ended those words with a smile. “I reckon these portraits can tell us many tales dating back to Hogwarts’ early years, don’t you think?”
Ary thought it mattered, and honestly? He felt as though he and Sloane could stand there for days having this debate. His Housemate definitely had a bit of stubbornness in her personality. “The fact remains you disturbed their peace, doesn’t it?” he questioned mildly. Ary almost laughed when Sloane mentioned that she would poke the stranger back, in their eyes. “You love chaos, I can tell.” Did that make him dislike her? No, there was something about Sloane that he liked. It possibly was her rebellious spirit.
What did make him laugh were Sloane’s next words, and even her giggle which, he admitted to himself, was surprising as Sloane giggles were something he had not yet come across. It was nice to see her this way. “That’s right,’’ Ary continued, wagging a finger in her direction in mock seriousness. “I’ll be keeping my eyes on you; your shenanigans won’t be able to get past me.” He ended those words with a smile. “I reckon these portraits can tell us many tales dating back to Hogwarts’ early years, don’t you think?”
She…disturbed their peace? What was with this guy and his defiant defence of the paintings? Were one of them part of his family? Did he love art? Taking a step towards one of the paintings, a particularly lovely one of a gentleman in Victorian garb, she lifted her hand and stuck her finger out, stopping only milometers away from the painting. “I guess you’re right. I disturbed their peace. I’m a villain. A heathen. A scoundrel. Terrible,” her expression solemn and only slightly mocking as she turned and looked at him, her finger still by the painting. “Chaos and I, we have a bit of an…understanding. I create chaos and chaos keeps me from being bored. So you see…when you try and tell me I’m disturbing the paintings…do you see why you’re practically begging me to poke one of them again?” Her head turned slowly back to the painting now as she eyed it. It really was lovely.
If it weren’t for him saying she was right, she may have poked the painting then and there. As it was, the conversation was only just slightly more interesting…for now. Sighing dramatically, she lowered her finger and began shaking her head. “Do you really want to do this? Keep an eye on me?” She wasn’t sure if he was joking or not so she figured she’d give him the benefit of the doubt, but she had to check to be sure first. “Because you’re practically challenging me here to create as much chaos as possible…” and he had no idea how much she’d try to meet that challenge, both in and outside of lessons. “I bet they could tell us lots of interesting things but they’re most likely too lame to tell us all of the really cool bits of gossip they know. Too lame to spill the tea.”
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: We love chaos ;)
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
She…disturbed their peace? What was with this guy and his defiant defence of the paintings? Were one of them part of his family? Did he love art? Taking a step towards one of the paintings, a particularly lovely one of a gentleman in Victorian garb, she lifted her hand and stuck her finger out, stopping only milometers away from the painting. “I guess you’re right. I disturbed their peace. I’m a villain. A heathen. A scoundrel. Terrible,” her expression solemn and only slightly mocking as she turned and looked at him, her finger still by the painting. “Chaos and I, we have a bit of an…understanding. I create chaos and chaos keeps me from being bored. So you see…when you try and tell me I’m disturbing the paintings…do you see why you’re practically begging me to poke one of them again?” Her head turned slowly back to the painting now as she eyed it. It really was lovely.
If it weren’t for him saying she was right, she may have poked the painting then and there. As it was, the conversation was only just slightly more interesting…for now. Sighing dramatically, she lowered her finger and began shaking her head. “Do you really want to do this? Keep an eye on me?” She wasn’t sure if he was joking or not so she figured she’d give him the benefit of the doubt, but she had to check to be sure first. “Because you’re practically challenging me here to create as much chaos as possible…” and he had no idea how much she’d try to meet that challenge, both in and outside of lessons. “I bet they could tell us lots of interesting things but they’re most likely too lame to tell us all of the really cool bits of gossip they know. Too lame to spill the tea.”
None of the above, actually. Ary just disliked conflict of any kind and was just putting himself in a portrait’s shoes position; he certainly would have hated to be disturbed in such a prodding manner. He simply looked on with a mild expression etched on his face as Sloane made to disturb some poor old guy. Ary certainly wasn’t going to reach out to grab her arm and hang onto it to thwart her attempt. A soft snigger escaped him instead. Sloane’s words were… funny. “Oh, I’m not stopping you now. Go for it, my chaotic Housemate.” Ary grinned impishly. It was sort of fun to tempt Sloane.
But she did not go ahead with this plan. Conflict avoided; Ary was pleased. Ary tilted his head as though sizing her up. He had been joking about keeping an eye on her but just for the funsies, maybe he would just play along. “Let me get this straight. You thrive on having an audience? It brings out your chaotic energy even more?" Was he interpreting this correctly? “Possibly. But have you met old people? They can talk on and on.” And while some of these portraits’ occupants may look young, both he and Sloane knew they had been around for ages and ages!
None of the above, actually. Ary just disliked conflict of any kind and was just putting himself in a portrait’s shoes position; he certainly would have hated to be disturbed in such a prodding manner. He simply looked on with a mild expression etched on his face as Sloane made to disturb some poor old guy. Ary certainly wasn’t going to reach out to grab her arm and hang onto it to thwart her attempt. A soft snigger escaped him instead. Sloane’s words were… funny. “Oh, I’m not stopping you now. Go for it, my chaotic Housemate.” Ary grinned impishly. It was sort of fun to tempt Sloane.
But she did not go ahead with this plan. Conflict avoided; Ary was pleased. Ary tilted his head as though sizing her up. He had been joking about keeping an eye on her but just for the funsies, maybe he would just play along. “Let me get this straight. You thrive on having an audience? It brings out your chaotic energy even more?" Was he interpreting this correctly? “Possibly. But have you met old people? They can talk on and on.” And while some of these portraits’ occupants may look young, both he and Sloane knew they had been around for ages and ages!
Sloane watched on as he practically gave her his approval, something she’d mention to any teacher that walked past and caught her in the act. Luckily for her however, no such teacher seemed to be walked past at the moment. “Don’t mind if I do,” she replied with an innocent smile. Luckily, the gentleman in the painting seemed to be snoozing, which spoiled the fun. Raising her hand again, she leaned forward, she pressed her finger into the canvas, pushing it in ever so slightly. The oiled felt old and dusty. They may be magical but clearly someone wasn’t doing a great job cleaning them. Then again, there were so many of them that it must have been soboring.
As she pressed her finger lightly into the painting, she considered his words carefully, mainly because she hadn’t actually pondered this before. Was it the audience that made her enjoy being so chaotic? “Maybe,” she replied, only pausing for a moment before continuing, “I guess people don’t need to be around but it is more fun. As long as it’s fun to me in the moment, I guess it doesn’t matter. I don’t always do things for the benefit of other people.” Some people were so boring and uptight that they practically needed a little push to have fun. That’s where she came in! He was also right too. Some people did talk too much, but she didn’t mind this too much. Being observant was one of her best traits! “I mean, of course I’ve met old people. They’re everywhere. They do like to talk.” Looking around, she cast a glance up and down the corridor before looking back to Ary. “Maybe we should move somewhere else before someone catches me writing something in the dust on these paintings…” Turning back, Sloane dragged her finger across the paintings to write a word in cursive. It was only a thin layer of dust, but it was somewhat visible. She even wrote it backwards so the person inside the portrait would be able to read it when they woke up! So thoughtful!
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Sloane! <3
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
Sloane watched on as he practically gave her his approval, something she’d mention to any teacher that walked past and caught her in the act. Luckily for her however, no such teacher seemed to be walked past at the moment. “Don’t mind if I do,” she replied with an innocent smile. Luckily, the gentleman in the painting seemed to be snoozing, which spoiled the fun. Raising her hand again, she leaned forward, she pressed her finger into the canvas, pushing it in ever so slightly. The oiled felt old and dusty. They may be magical but clearly someone wasn’t doing a great job cleaning them. Then again, there were so many of them that it must have been soboring.
As she pressed her finger lightly into the painting, she considered his words carefully, mainly because she hadn’t actually pondered this before. Was it the audience that made her enjoy being so chaotic? “Maybe,” she replied, only pausing for a moment before continuing, “I guess people don’t need to be around but it is more fun. As long as it’s fun to me in the moment, I guess it doesn’t matter. I don’t always do things for the benefit of other people.” Some people were so boring and uptight that they practically needed a little push to have fun. That’s where she came in! He was also right too. Some people did talk too much, but she didn’t mind this too much. Being observant was one of her best traits! “I mean, of course I’ve met old people. They’re everywhere. They do like to talk.” Looking around, she cast a glance up and down the corridor before looking back to Ary. “Maybe we should move somewhere else before someone catches me writing something in the dust on these paintings…” Turning back, Sloane dragged her finger across the paintings to write a word in cursive. It was only a thin layer of dust, but it was somewhat visible. She even wrote it backwards so the person inside the portrait would be able to read it when they woke up! So thoughtful!
Grinning impishly, Ary scanned the corridor. The coast was all clear; there were definitely no professors out and about presently. The old dude in the painting was busy in dreamland apparently, and this made Ary wonder if Sloane startling him out of his sleep would cause him to be angry. Or, Mr. Old Dude could simply be one of those dears that adored kids and who would not be a touch angry. Time would tell.
As Sloane spoke, the more he was able to paint a picture of her personality. It didn’t seem to be one that cared about anyone’s {perhaps with the exceptions of a few friends and family members} feelings or what they thought of her. The latter was a nice trait to have for sure though. Ary was certain that Sloane would eventually arrive at the conclusion that he was boring; this was fine as he had already steeled himself for this opinion to be formed by others. Perhaps the only person who didn’t think he was boring was Bryony. “I like your style,’’ Ary remarked in full honesty. “They talk your ears off,’’ he continued knowingly. “My grandmother was like that but I love her anyway.” Rest in peace, grammy Rehman. “Sure. I want to see if there are any paintings of dragons and hippogriffs. And I’ll be keeping your ‘crime’ a secret; no one will hear from me that you’re ‘defacing’ school property.” Chuckling, he led the way down the corridor.
Grinning impishly, Ary scanned the corridor. The coast was all clear; there were definitely no professors out and about presently. The old dude in the painting was busy in dreamland apparently, and this made Ary wonder if Sloane startling him out of his sleep would cause him to be angry. Or, Mr. Old Dude could simply be one of those dears that adored kids and who would not be a touch angry. Time would tell.
As Sloane spoke, the more he was able to paint a picture of her personality. It didn’t seem to be one that cared about anyone’s {perhaps with the exceptions of a few friends and family members} feelings or what they thought of her. The latter was a nice trait to have for sure though. Ary was certain that Sloane would eventually arrive at the conclusion that he was boring; this was fine as he had already steeled himself for this opinion to be formed by others. Perhaps the only person who didn’t think he was boring was Bryony. “I like your style,’’ Ary remarked in full honesty. “They talk your ears off,’’ he continued knowingly. “My grandmother was like that but I love her anyway.” Rest in peace, grammy Rehman. “Sure. I want to see if there are any paintings of dragons and hippogriffs. And I’ll be keeping your ‘crime’ a secret; no one will hear from me that you’re ‘defacing’ school property.” Chuckling, he led the way down the corridor.
Sloane watched Ary as she pressed her finger into the oils of the paint but couldn’t detect any sort of fear or annoyance at her behaviour, which was a little surprising seeing as he seemed like a little bit of a snitch or at the very least someone who was boring. His smile painted the opposite picture however. Maybe he was just someone who needed a gentle push. With her own smile, she finished writing someone and finally took her finger off the painting and wiped it on her clothes because ew…dust.
Not feeling the need to tell him that she hated her family, Sloane simply nodded as he talked about his family, her attention moving briefly back to the painting. Or at least, she was until he mentioned keeping her crime a secret. Raising an eyebrow questioningly, she simply laughed and shook her head. “I feel like we need to kind of talk about what a crime is and isn’t if you think this is a crime Ary,” because this was at best a light telling off. “C’mon, let’s go before you get thrown into jail. There must be a draon portrait around her somewhere,” and without another word, she turned and headed down a corridor, either assuming he’d catch up.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Sloane! <3
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
Sloane watched Ary as she pressed her finger into the oils of the paint but couldn’t detect any sort of fear or annoyance at her behaviour, which was a little surprising seeing as he seemed like a little bit of a snitch or at the very least someone who was boring. His smile painted the opposite picture however. Maybe he was just someone who needed a gentle push. With her own smile, she finished writing someone and finally took her finger off the painting and wiped it on her clothes because ew…dust.
Not feeling the need to tell him that she hated her family, Sloane simply nodded as he talked about his family, her attention moving briefly back to the painting. Or at least, she was until he mentioned keeping her crime a secret. Raising an eyebrow questioningly, she simply laughed and shook her head. “I feel like we need to kind of talk about what a crime is and isn’t if you think this is a crime Ary,” because this was at best a light telling off. “C’mon, let’s go before you get thrown into jail. There must be a draon portrait around her somewhere,” and without another word, she turned and headed down a corridor, either assuming he’d catch up.
Him, a snitch? Only if someone was causing hurt and pain to another soul. A little boring? Yes. Ary always thought he was with his quiet and easygoing demeanour. Ary did like he could surprise anyone at any given time though - regardless if they knew him well or not. He wasn’t about to rat Sloane out to a professor, anyway. The portraits had probably been disrupted umteenth times prior and this minor prodding and poking didn’t warrant a complaint, right?
Ary would have thought it sad and a great tragedy that Sloane hated her family. Then again, he didn’t know the circumstances that had led to such feelings so there would be no judgement on his part. He chuckled. “I was only making a joke; yours wasn’t a crime at all.’’ Ary threw Sloane a look of deep amusement. “I have a feeling you’ll let me rot there,’’ he commented. Bry would be the one to rescue him; yes, he was one hundred percent sure of this. Oh, he was quite able to keep up with her, even if he was a step behind. Aryan scanned the portraits as the dup passed them. “No dragons so far. No griffs either. Sad.”
Just a lil paragraph as they head off because I couldn't resist
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Him, a snitch? Only if someone was causing hurt and pain to another soul. A little boring? Yes. Ary always thought he was with his quiet and easygoing demeanour. Ary did like he could surprise anyone at any given time though - regardless if they knew him well or not. He wasn’t about to rat Sloane out to a professor, anyway. The portraits had probably been disrupted umteenth times prior and this minor prodding and poking didn’t warrant a complaint, right?
Ary would have thought it sad and a great tragedy that Sloane hated her family. Then again, he didn’t know the circumstances that had led to such feelings so there would be no judgement on his part. He chuckled. “I was only making a joke; yours wasn’t a crime at all.’’ Ary threw Sloane a look of deep amusement. “I have a feeling you’ll let me rot there,’’ he commented. Bry would be the one to rescue him; yes, he was one hundred percent sure of this. Oh, he was quite able to keep up with her, even if he was a step behind. Aryan scanned the portraits as the dup passed them. “No dragons so far. No griffs either. Sad.”
Sloane gave him a small nod as he confessed that what she was doing wasn’t crime. Vindication. Not that it mattered to her really either way because she did what she wanted, when she wanted without regard for the opinion of others. “Well, that makes you not as silly as I thought you were.” The word she thought instead of silly was a little more mean however this once, she did sensor her words, unsure exactly why he did so. As for letting him rot, “No, of course I wouldn’t,” her words innocent and sweet, unlike the way she usually spoke. Of course she’d let him rot there, but only if he truly double crossed her. She did not suffer fools more than once. Once is an accident. Twice as intentional or sheer stupidity. Following him down the hall, she kept her eyes set on the walls, scanning from portrait to portrait.
Elizabeth Burke’s mood was as sour and ill tempered as ever. She huffed and puffed as though that would help to clean the dirt and cobwebs from her portrait. “WHAT ARE THOSE ELVES DOING?” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “LAZY THINGS!” There was a last almighty puff and Elizabeth accepted defeat by slumping against the frame.
“Say,” Elizabeth spoke up loudly as she had just remembered a spicy piece of news. There was no care by her if humans along the corridor heard as well. As a matter a fact it would be better that they did hear. They would come to know just how important she and her family were. “Did any of you hear about the flash of light that came from the Mirror on the fourth floor recently? The very same mirror that was donated by a family member of mine.” Elizabeth drew herself up to her full height. She gazed around haughtily and smugly. Did any young witch or wizard hear her proclamation? Preferably not a Mudblood since they least interested her…
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Originally Posted by Portraits
Elizabeth Burke’s mood was as sour and ill tempered as ever. She huffed and puffed as though that would help to clean the dirt and cobwebs from her portrait. “WHAT ARE THOSE ELVES DOING?” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “LAZY THINGS!” There was a last almighty puff and Elizabeth accepted defeat by slumping against the frame.
“Say,” Elizabeth spoke up loudly as she had just remembered a spicy piece of news. There was no care by her if humans along the corridor heard as well. As a matter a fact it would be better that they did hear. They would come to know just how important she and her family were. “Did any of you hear about the flash of light that came from the Mirror on the fourth floor recently? The very same mirror that was donated by a family member of mine.” Elizabeth drew herself up to her full height. She gazed around haughtily and smugly. Did any young witch or wizard hear her proclamation? Preferably not a Mudblood since they least interested her…
Emma couldn't believe after all the time she'd awaited to attend to Hogwarts, her first year was nearly over ... sure she still had a few months to go, but time definitely flew by at school. It wasn't like when she was at home, wishing for her brothers that time took forever. As she was headed to the transfiguration classroom - which stairwell was it again - she overheard shrieking.
"Say what now?" She frowned. She wasn't muggleborn, but only a first year so her magical knowledge was slightly limited. "Flash of light ... what sort of light?" She prodded the lady. What was she doing talking to a portrait? She had made friends, hadn't she? While her magical knowledge was limited, it was enough to know that flashes of light rarely resulted in good outcomes.
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Don't worry, Elizabeth Ginger, Logan heard you loud and clear. En route to History of Magic, it was inevitable that he would be passing by the group of portraits. And the voice of Elizabeth Burke always managed to put him in a mood. Since 'formally' meeting her two terms ago, all he wanted to do was blast a hole in her frame, but he managed to refrain from doing so ... for now. Why they still let portraits like her hang around the school was a mystery to him.
The blond had every intention of just walking by, letting the portrait spout out whatever nonsense she was on her mind, and continuing with his life. However, he had heard someone (very likely a first year by the size of her) address the portrait and figured it best to save her from what would ultimately be a conversation filled with hogwash about blood purity and scornful remarks. Plus he really wasn't in that much of a rush to get to class himself. History could wait.
"Ginger here is a little cuckoo in the head," he told the Hufflepuff, speaking purely from experience. Based on the topic of flashing mirrors, it seemed she had managed to somehow get even loonier. "Head to class while you still can, kid. Unless you want to be insulted and have your time wasted."
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Desiree had a free period and was on her way to work on her Muggle Studies assignment when she heard a commotion coming from one of the portraits. Whoever was screaming, she couldn’t exactly blame them. All the dust and mess around the castle made her want to scream sometimes too!
Ordinarily she would have chalked all the noise up to the portrait venting its frustrations and gone on her way, had it not been for what the portrait said next. Flashing light? What was that about? Curiosity piqued, she joined the other students gathered near the portrait. “Hi, Emma. Hi, Logan,” she greeted with a friendly smile. “What’s all this about mirrors and a flashing light?”
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Elizabeth’s sly eyes stole around the corridor. How delightful! There were three students whom those eyes seemed to x-ray such was the intensity of her gaze upon each. Elizabeth’s dislike for the more recent generation of witches and wizards had intensified. They were so rude. For example, this one (Emma) was prodding at her. “DESPICABLE!’’ Elizabeth bellowed. “Get your filthy hands away from me, you!” Shooing gestures were made to the girl but were then abruptly abandoned.
“EXCUSE YOU?” Elizabeth screeched at (Logan). “HOW DARE YOU, YOU NASTY LITTLE SEA URCHIN!” The lady drew raised her head haughty. “I’ll have you know that there were multiple witnesses to that strange occurrence!’’ She then rounded on (Desiree). “Yes, multiple witnesses! As in a few of my fellow portraits.”
Elizabeth took a great deep breath. “That mirror.” Her eyes closed dramatically as though silently praying for the strength to recount the story briefly. “Was donated by a family member of mine who sought it to be a token of gratitude for his years spent at Hogwarts. I rather think that he had ulterior motives as well. You see, it was donated shortly after another family member ran off on the eve of his wedding. The donation was possibly made to outshine the actions of that scandal. SUCH SHAME! Such shame the Burke family has never faced!” Elizabeth shook her fist at the students. “To this day Macarius’ actions continues to haunt us. I rather believe his good for nothing Muggleborn friend Ewart Milliphutt had something to do with him running off and never being heard from again!”
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SPOILER!!: Sloane! <3
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
Sloane gave him a small nod as he confessed that what she was doing wasn’t crime. Vindication. Not that it mattered to her really either way because she did what she wanted, when she wanted without regard for the opinion of others. “Well, that makes you not as silly as I thought you were.” The word she thought instead of silly was a little more mean however this once, she did sensor her words, unsure exactly why he did so. As for letting him rot, “No, of course I wouldn’t,” her words innocent and sweet, unlike the way she usually spoke. Of course she’d let him rot there, but only if he truly double crossed her. She did not suffer fools more than once. Once is an accident. Twice as intentional or sheer stupidity. Following him down the hall, she kept her eyes set on the walls, scanning from portrait to portrait.
Regardless if Sloane wanted that vindication, Ary would have offered it anyway. That was just how it was with him. Rather than be angry or become hostile about being called ‘silly’, he laughed in amusement. If there was one thing most did not know about him, it was that he didn’t care what others thought of him. “Well, I’m glad to have surpassed your low opinion of me.’’ An eyebrow arched in disbelief. Sloane’s words seemed to be sarcastic but he could be wrong. In any case, he was unbothered.
After what seemed like an endless walk, they came to the end of the corridor. “Don’t seem to be no griffs, no dragons here.’’ Yes, Ary was disappointed. “Maybe they’ve gone to visit another portrait.” If that was the case, then he was bound to come across the creatures at some point. “Got to head to the barnyard now. Promised Professor Paton I’d help her with her creatures. You want to come along?”
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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy
Desiree had a free period and was on her way to work on her Muggle Studies assignment when she heard a commotion coming from one of the portraits. Whoever was screaming, she couldn’t exactly blame them. All the dust and mess around the castle made her want to scream sometimes too!
Ordinarily she would have chalked all the noise up to the portrait venting its frustrations and gone on her way, had it not been for what the portrait said next. Flashing light? What was that about? Curiosity piqued, she joined the other students gathered near the portrait. “Hi, Emma. Hi, Logan,” she greeted with a friendly smile. “What’s all this about mirrors and a flashing light?”
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Elizabeth’s sly eyes stole around the corridor. How delightful! There were three students whom those eyes seemed to x-ray such was the intensity of her gaze upon each. Elizabeth’s dislike for the more recent generation of witches and wizards had intensified. They were so rude. For example, this one (Emma) was prodding at her. “DESPICABLE!’’ Elizabeth bellowed. “Get your filthy hands away from me, you!” Shooing gestures were made to the girl but were then abruptly abandoned.
“EXCUSE YOU?” Elizabeth screeched at (Logan). “HOW DARE YOU, YOU NASTY LITTLE SEA URCHIN!” The lady drew raised her head haughty. “I’ll have you know that there were multiple witnesses to that strange occurrence!’’ She then rounded on (Desiree). “Yes, multiple witnesses! As in a few of my fellow portraits.”
Elizabeth took a great deep breath. “That mirror.” Her eyes closed dramatically as though silently praying for the strength to recount the story briefly. “Was donated by a family member of mine who sought it to be a token of gratitude for his years spent at Hogwarts. I rather think that he had ulterior motives as well. You see, it was donated shortly after another family member ran off on the eve of his wedding. The donation was possibly made to outshine the actions of that scandal. SUCH SHAME! Such shame the Burke family has never faced!” Elizabeth shook her fist at the students. “To this day Macarius’ actions continues to haunt us. I rather believe his good for nothing Muggleborn friend Ewart Milliphutt had something to do with him running off and never being heard from again!”
All the necessary yelling ... calling a Hufflepuff kid despicable ... telling said first year to move her hands away ... all of this only verified the boy's opinion that Elizabeth Burke was cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. As far as he knew, the girl had done nothing besides entertain the portrait's mutterings about the mirror. He rolled his eyes.
But there was a chuckle that sounded from him the moment he was called a nastily little sea urchin. He'd consider that something to be proud of, especially if it made the red-haired woman even more ticked off. He opened his mouth to retort, but then Desiree's arrival distracted him momentarily. In response to the questions she asked, Logan simply made a gesture that indicated the portrait was off her rocker.
The unwelcomed story resulted in the Gryffindor yawning. Her family donated the mirror, a family member ran off before his wedding, some dude was never heard from again, blah blah blah. "Well, I'd probably run off too if I was in a family like yours."
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Desiree had barely been there two seconds when she heard the portrait - Ms. Burke, apparently - yelling at Emma and Logan. Well, that was mean! She wanted to give Ms. Burke a piece of her mind, especially when she launched into her anti-muggleborn rhetoric. Her dad was muggleborn, and he wasn’t good for nothing! He was a hero! With some difficulty, she restrained herself just in time.
She acknowledged Logan’s gesture with a sidelong glance. Judging by Ms. Burke’s behavior so far, she was inclined to agree that the portrait was crazy, but… She knew from her parents’ stories and her own experiences that strange things happened at Hogwarts all the time. Flashing mirrors certainly fit the bill. She would take the story seriously for now, just in case it was true.
Desiree turned to the portrait with a friendly smile plastered on her face. She wanted more information, and she figured Ms. Burke (like most people) would be more likely to respond to kindness than insults. “Thank you for sharing, ma’am,” she said. “Will you please tell us more about the mirror? I take it that it’s not meant to flash light, so what is it supposed to do? Do you know where it came from before your family owned it? Did anything else happen after the flashing light?”
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Elizabeth Burke saw what (Logan) was doing. The portrait lady forced herself to calm down. A few huffs and puffs should do it. Her anger abated but not by much. Elizabeth was skilled as she was cunning. Her face was arranged into a smile even if the smile was more than a little cold.
“Sea urchin dear, since I appear to be boring you with my tale, you can simply run off to find something more interesting.” Her cold smile grew even further. The child would not at all be a loss of her audience as the other two children were much more attentive.
“Certainly not,’’ exclaimed Elizabeth tartly to (Desiree). “It was just meant to be a part of the Castle, a part of the decor. Why, that mirror has always been a part of the Burke family! Macarius’s immediate family that is.” Elizabeth paused for breath. “I’m afraid I do not know if what, if anything, else transpired after the flash. Perhaps you and your friends here would like to traipse up to the mirror to do some exploration. Or perhaps you can ask one of the students, professors or house elves that visit the mirror if they saw anything strange.’’
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Emma frowned when Bryony's big brother Logan there was saying that Ginger was cuckoo in the head. She would have heeded his advice except instead she found herself enthralled by what happened next and all too quickly. Not before Desiree came by and seemed just as interested in the mirrors and light.
But Ginger .... Elizabeth seemed to think that she was quite literally prodding her and she was prodding her with her words not with touch. She blinked, whispering "I didn't ... touch you.." and even if she did, the woman was in a portrait. She wasn't like, living or anything. But regardless, she took a step back towards her housemate, withholding tears as her gaze kept to the woman in the portrait and she listened to what she was saying. A mirror. Donated by family. Scandal. Ewart Milli-something. All these names were jumbling together in her mind and she found herself looking to the two older students present to see if any of this made sense to them.
Logan seemed to think it was a bunch of bologna, judging from the yawn, but Desiree took interest and pressed on about the mirror, to which the woman in the portrait replied back and knew nothing of what happened to it. The house elves? Was that the same ones who hadn't been doing their job in cleaning?
"Is this ... a different mirror than the mirror of erised?" She'd heard of that mirror, Emma asked curiously. "Where might we ... find your mirror then?" And why all of a sudden was it flashing for attention? It seemed to be dormant for decades... maybe centuries. Class could wait - it seemed there was a more pressing story here.
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