Post by Toby Treuleal on Jan 21, 2008 16:33:18 GMT -5
Toby was happily surrounded by friends. He lead the way into the Feasting Hall, an impossibly big grin on his small face. He hadn't been this happy since he found out he was a wizard. He'd hated being away from his family, but as long as he had friends, he'd be okay. His sneakers squeaked a bit on the polished wooden floor, and he was comfortably warm in his jeans and sweater. "Come on, guys! This way!" he said excitedly, as he spotted an opening at one table large enough for him and his entourage plus a few more empty seats in case anyone else decided to join them.
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Jan 21, 2008 20:54:53 GMT -5
Gwyneviere strutted happily along behind the tiny first year student in front of her. Her dark, painted lips were curled in a charming smile, her dark hair swayed and moved about her pale, slender neck gracefully, and her boots tapped ever so lightly against the stone floor.
Her ruby eyes glittered as she watched adorable Toby bounce-step so joyously.
He found a table for them, and Gwyneviere comfortably lowered her slender figure onto its seat. She subconsciously brushed her fingers against her well-kept bangs and smiled at the boy.
"My, my! You certainly know your way around this place," she teased.
The fifteen year old crossed her skinny ankles and looked back at the other cute friends Toby had. "So how does one," she asked with a bemused smirk, "find food around here?"
Hammy had no idea how he got into the Feasting Hall. He had been running around freely, in his right mind because he was still on his 'medication'. Observing was what he did, for hours and hours. But it all seemed to become dull after a while. His meds were lasting a little longer than usual. He was so bored. Super bored. So he decided to run around in the University for fun.
Last time he had attempted to roam around in the grand school, he had his fur turned blue, his life almost hexed to death, a toxic acid potion being poured onto his, and several tramples that almost killed him. This was when he was high, of course. He had dared not to step into the 'cursed' place again, and had annoyed students on the outskirts and occasionally on the exact border. But today, somehow, he forgot his fears and was now freely roaming. He had stolen some food from stray plates, and was pretty full.
Now he watched this group of random firsties, and a girl that looked kind of scary. She reminded him of that zebra girl in the Library. Never mind. Bounding slowly up to them, stealthily hiding underneath the tables and spitting on random kid's shoes. He had grown more rude by the day, forgetting human manners and proper etiquette. He was now more beast than he was human, but he still had a sense of human dignity...
...
Yeah right, who're we kidding.
Nimbly creeping up to the group, Hammy popped himself up onto a bench, standing right next to a cute little Hufflepuff. The boy had blonde hair, and Hammy seemed to think he was going to be nice to him. Smiling drunkenly, the squirrel popped up onto the boy's shoulder, cackling manically as a rodent would. Boy, was in for trouble.
~ Hammy, your average multi-personality disordered squirrel/boy.
Post by Silvain Aurel (is leaving) on Jan 29, 2008 9:07:58 GMT -5
As he walked along, Silvain pushed his wet silver-and-white hair out of his face, unzipped his jacket, pulled up his overly-huge gray sweatshirt, and rubbed his cherry-red face in it to dry it off and maybe warm himself up with some friction, following Toby just a little behind the older Gryffindor Gwyneviere. He wondered why was hanging around with them.
Everyone here seems to like to be around the younger kids...he thought as he remembered TJ, and Morgan, and Malachy, and other older kids he'd more or less made friends with.
He sat down opposite Toby, and looked down the table expectantly to answer Gwyn's question.
"Usually, it just...hah, there it goes, look."
Silvain pointed as mugs of steaming hot chocolate materialized in front of every place people sat down at, appropriately the colors of the House each student was from and bearing that House's crest, a few large teapots with more cocoa for anyone who wanted it appearing in the middle.
He reached out to pick one up when he spotted quite possibly the strangest thing he'd seen yet coming here. Of course he hadn't seen much strange in the first place, but that was beside the point...
It was a squirrel. That in itself wasn't strange. What was strange was that Toby had tamed it.
Silvain blinked as he reached for his cobalt/bronze-trimmed Ravenclaw mug, and pointed next at the squirrel.
"I didn't know they allowed squirrels as pets," he said curiously. "What's its name?"
*NOTE TO ALL: I'm leaving the site with this character, but look for a new, older Ravie to come in at the beginning of the school year next year who actually knows something about magic and can participate in the main plots without the need for the teachers who aren't here. Thanks. ((AND YES, I AM REALLY A GIRL IRL!!!)) *Shock of shocks*
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jan 29, 2008 15:25:22 GMT -5
((I have permission from Hammy’s RPer to God-Mode him))
“That…”
Felix announced as he walked in to the small crowd of people. The thirteen-year-old was wearing a Gryffindor fan jacket with a large lion on the back with red collars and cuffs. His jeans were slightly to short but the boys large black boots protected his ankles from the cold weather.
“…is not a pet. It’s poor boy named Hammy that got metamorphosised (sp?) into a highly rabid, hyper, high, spastic, insane squirrel that now haunts Firefox. Don’t get in the way of his spaz juice and cookies and you’ll be fine. Anyway, so sorry I’m late for the meet Toby, I just got your invitation.”
Felix had a ruff morning yet still he made the best of it, even if a large chunk of snow fell of the University’s roof right as he walked under neither. Hot chocolate was just the thing he needed to warm him up and Toby’s invite for a drink was just what he needed. He had rushed to the Feasting Hall as soon as he could, assuming that they had gone there. Seeing that he was right, as Felix approached the table soon the small spastic squirrel jumped up on a bench. Having interacted with the small pest before Felix was very wary of getting with in five feet of the monster. The small rodent beamed up at Toby then growled at Felix. He was obviously as crazy as ever.
Taking his eyes off the squirrel for a second, Felix found a set on the long bench and looked around at the rest of Toby’s friends. Silvain was there, as well an older girl who he had yet to meet. Felix most definably recognized her, yet he could not place where. Turning to the unknown girl Felix smiled and introduced himself.
“Hey, I’m Felix Genero, I haven’t seen you around here, you new to Firefox?”
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Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Jan 29, 2008 16:16:32 GMT -5
A small, furry thing with a bushy tail was on Toby's shoulder when Gwyneviere turned back to him. Bemused, she blinked. It took a few moments for the name of such a creature to come to mind: squirrel.
Not quite sure she wanted to know why this creature was exactly here (did they need its parts for potions?), she turned to the table. The boy with the really long two-toned hair gestured to it. Mugs of hot chocolate appeared for each of them.
Gwyneviere smirked and daintily lifted her own scarlet and gold mug to her lips. Gryffindor. She supposed that would have to do. It sounded like "griffin door," though, and "griffin claw" or "griffin beak" or even "griffin tail" or "griffin wing" would probably sound better and make more sense. Alas, no; she was a "dor" with one o. How queer.
She watched the mug dazedly tilting her head. The first years started talking about the squirrel thing in the background.
Ah! Perhaps it had been brought there to be made into some delicious squirrel stew? That would most definitely make sense. She pursed her lips and set her palm absent-mindedly. How strange. Some more background noise indicated that the squirrel thing was actually once a student.
Gwyneviere raised her thin, dark eyebrows. He would probably not make stew, then. What a shame.
The latest student came over and greeted her.
The sixteen-year-old turned toward him and carelessly let her fingers frolic by her dark bangs. "Yes!" she said, her lips shifting into a joyous grin. "My name is Gwyneviere Medea Ashira Grace Byndi Pendragon, and it is very nice to meet you, Felix."
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jan 29, 2008 18:06:28 GMT -5
Felix watched as Gwyn seemed slightly dazed by it all. By Hammy, all the rest of the students, and apparently everything. She didn’t exactly fit in with the rest of the first years yet still she seemed nice enough. Gwyn grinned when Felix had guessed correctly about her being new here. He smiled back in return, as he heard her name. After the first few ‘middle’ names he thought of Morgan, who also had the same. Right as she said her last name it clicked whom she looked like. She was Morgan’s twin.
He knew the whole story about her sister, her evil sister who Morgan portrayed as a wicked sister from some fairy tale. The scar on Morgan’s back and the tale that went with it. Gwyn didn’t seem as horrid as Morgan had told, but still Felix’s smiled dropped from his face and his gaze was turned to his steaming cup of hot chocolate, hoping to hide his face. Gwyn looked just like Morgan, now that he thought of it, same red eyes and simple pale face. Her hair was a black, unlike Morgan’s silver lock of hair, like good and evil. He did not want to judge Gwyn just because of what Morgan had said, yet he wanted to be careful as to not make a enemy. He already had a ton of those and no more where wished.
Deciding to keep his cool, Felix pasted the forever smile on his face and looked back at Gwyn’s crimson eyes. Acting like he thought nothing of the name. The rest must know who’s sister she is, Silvain and Toby both knew Morgan well, they must not know the history of the two though. Remembering Gwyn’s original inquiry, Felix replied.
“No, that’s the only one I know of. Thankfully. Poor bloke is a nascence, but I don’t think he can help it. Anyway, welcome to Firefox! What house are you in? You’ve been sorted, right?”
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Post by Toby Treuleal on Jan 30, 2008 11:47:27 GMT -5
"He's not my pet," said Toby to Silvain. The little squirrel had bounded up to him while he'd been reaching for the black and yellow mug before him. Luckily, he'd not yet touched the handle of it, for he was so surprised by the little squirrel that he would have definately gotten the scalding liquid within the vessel all over himself and the little rodent.
Before Toby could say anymore, however, felix piped up. Apparently, he knew this squirrel, which happened was really a boy. "Squirrels aren't native to Spain anyway, at least not on the Meditaraenian coast. They originaded in North America, but the settlers from Europe thought them so cute, and so good to be pets, that they sent them back to relatives. I'm sure that somewhere, a few got out, and now there are probably some wild ones, but they prefer temperate forests to the harsher, drier climate of Spain. But seeing as how this one's not a genuine squirrel, maybe he's an exception. Should we find someone to put him back to normal?"
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jan 30, 2008 11:55:40 GMT -5
Felix was shocked at Toby grand knowledge of squirrels. He sounded like a Ravenclaw for a second. Even more so like Felix. Even more surprising it was something that he didn't know. He never really thought to explore the history of the furry menaces, what good is it to know all about the diet of all the different types of Anteaters and not know the story behind your common outdoor pest.
Toby, somehow, had the idea that turning Hammy back was a good idea. Felix on the other hand did not.
"Are you crazy! Hammy back to normal would be a nightmare. He can write and he told me that he had been like this since he was 6-years-old and he is a squib. All his family is gone and only he has a crazy uncle who turned him like this in the first place. He is absoultly insane..." At this Hammy started to foam at the mouth. "...and if you turned him back his life would be horrible. His mental illness is helped by cookies, caffeine and spaz juice, some how he also gets a hold of muggle illegal drugs like marijuana. He would make a good friend though... he can climb walls and go in small places..."
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Post by Silvain Aurel (is leaving) on Jan 30, 2008 16:23:10 GMT -5
Umm...Did I ask for a history on the Atlantic Migration of squirrels? Silvain's doubts about how special the Ravenclaws were was growing. Between Felix, who was clearly misplaced in Silvain's eyes, and now Toby, pulling this squirrel story out of his...Well, plus the story in Astronomy he'd whipped out of his ear, the poor 'Claw was starting to feel like he'd been missorted as well...
As Felix went on about Hammy and the repercussions of reverting him back into a human, Silvain fell silent, staring down at his mug. It felt like every day now he was reminded that he wasn't smart, wasn't special...wasn't anything here. He was a nobody.
Well, maybe I just won't come back next year... he thought, the steam from his hot chocolate warming his face.
*NOTE TO ALL: I'm leaving the site with this character, but look for a new, older Ravie to come in at the beginning of the school year next year who actually knows something about magic and can participate in the main plots without the need for the teachers who aren't here. Thanks. ((AND YES, I AM REALLY A GIRL IRL!!!)) *Shock of shocks*
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Feb 3, 2008 18:46:25 GMT -5
OOC: You know, all the other people that were in the thread at the arch can pop in here at any time. >.>
IC: Felix seemed a wee bit intimidated, but he still managed to put up a wimpy smile. Gwyneviere was pleased that he was not running away, at the very least. She had no idea what the word "nascence" meant, but oh well.
"Oh, yes," she answered with an excited smile. "I'm in... um...." She blinked her eyes, and her smile slowly dissipated. Crap. Her fingers twisted her mug around again as she read the house's name. "Oh!" Her face lit up again. "I'm in the house of... Gryffin.. door."
A little discussion went on in the background, and the two-toned hair guy became depressed. However, Gwyneviere was oblivious.
She frowned at the funny name after it came out of her thin lips. "Where did the name 'Gryffin... door' come from, anyway?" she asked Felix. Even older students had the right to be dopes on occasion.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Feb 6, 2008 14:13:00 GMT -5
After turning back to Gwyn after he response on which house she was sorted to. If she was indeed completely opposite of Morgan then most definably not Ravenclaw; she didn't seem like a Hufflepuff; maybe Slytherin?
The apparent house that she was sorted to was a complete shock to Felix. Gryffindor, the same house that he had gotten to know so well during his stay. He had never thought that his own house of the lion would be where Mo's own sister would be placed. Keeping an eye on Gwyn would be easier then Felix would have ever though.
When she inquired about the name of Gryffindor, Felix lit up. He had asked the same question on his arrival and still remembered all the details of the results.
"Gryffindor? Me too, anyway, it's named after Godric Gryffindor, one of the founder of the original School hundreds of years ago in England. 'Gryffin', or as it's normally spelled with two 'i's', is a mythical bird that I'm sure you've heard of from Greek mythology. It is in the Hippogriff family and it's part lion an part eagle, the lion represents the pride and bravery of us Gryffindors, and the eagles were concidered sacred bird in some cultures, and are normally associated with honor, leadership, and, again, bravery. Now the 'dor' was tricky, it doesn't have any of the same roots as the 'Gryffin' part. Godric Gryffindor was from Southwest Country in England. Although that's not Wales, it has a lot of Welsh culture. The word 'dor' in Welsh is the plural of to break, cut or contravene. Contravene means to oppose in an argument or to argue against. Put it all together and the name fits very well with the stereotype cast of your average Gryffindor. Or it could just be a random British name that means Carpenter, I really don't know, that's just my theory."
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Post by Silvain Aurel (is leaving) on Feb 6, 2008 15:37:55 GMT -5
((Felix...You do know you're playing an eleven-year-old, right? Do you know of any eleven-year-olds who'd know all that? I really don't think a Gryffindor so young would know what the Welsh word for "cut" was...*Is only saying this so Silvain doesn't have a mental breakdown from lack of knowledge*))
((And seriously...Why is Felix in Gryffindor if he knows so much about everything? Shouldn't he be in Ravenclaw?))
*NOTE TO ALL: I'm leaving the site with this character, but look for a new, older Ravie to come in at the beginning of the school year next year who actually knows something about magic and can participate in the main plots without the need for the teachers who aren't here. Thanks. ((AND YES, I AM REALLY A GIRL IRL!!!)) *Shock of shocks*
Post by Felix I. Genero on Feb 6, 2008 21:45:10 GMT -5
((Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy!, I totally knew you would have a OOC and IC fit over this.
The age old quote: "He should be in Ravenclaw."
Anyway, he's thirteen now and as for knowing it off the top of his head, he probably spent a hour or two in the library finding that out. Wow... if only Wizards had the web, Felix would be a walking encyclopedia... jk))
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Post by Silvain Aurel (is leaving) on Feb 7, 2008 19:34:18 GMT -5
((o.O When did he turn 13? Isn't he still a firstie?))
That was it. As if Silvain hadn't already been feeling crappy enough...
He slammed his fist down on the table with a dull thump, shamelessly glaring at Felix by the time the kid was done.
"...Y'know...I think I'm gonna take this upstairs. I'm going up to my Common Room. I don't feel like staying down here anymore," he spat scathingly, unable to take any more of this. He hated Felix...Full on hated the kid. His jealousy was all-consuming, burning in his mind and chest...
He stood promptly, and picked up his mug, narrowing his silver eyes with more dark passion than an eleven-year-old should have. He turned sharply, and started to walk out of the Feasting Hall, his grip on his mug so tight his knuckles turned white, positively seething.
*NOTE TO ALL: I'm leaving the site with this character, but look for a new, older Ravie to come in at the beginning of the school year next year who actually knows something about magic and can participate in the main plots without the need for the teachers who aren't here. Thanks. ((AND YES, I AM REALLY A GIRL IRL!!!)) *Shock of shocks*
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