Post by Professor O'Conner on May 29, 2009 8:33:47 GMT -5
It was 11:00, but Ashelle had a pass from both the Astronomy and Divination teachers. She'd found she had to study the celestial body formally known as Planet Pluto for both classes and had decided to do both in the same night. As she crossed the glass domed bridge to the tower she didn't think on how convenient it was that both teachers had not even given her a hassle about the pass. Being only a beloved character, she chalked it up to being a Prefect and good timing.
Since it is boring to climb stairs for too long without anything interestingly catasrphic happening, and Ashelle really had to study tonight, nothing did. Once Ashelle reached the telescopes at the top of the tower she arranged her papers, and after wiping down her chosen telescope, carefully began to study and takes notes on the formally known celestial body, despite the run-on sentence.
She had no idea what might be about to happen to her in the tower tonight. But that is because this post is ending now and hopefully someone else will post after.
The door to the main landing on the tower opened and shut with barely a sound, as a pale, silent figure moved into the room. Elle's eyes glittered red as she caught human scent, but she didn't budge from the door. Surprisingly, the vampire wasn't that hungry, and only simple curiosity kept her in the room. She played with a strand of her blonde hair and took a step forward.
Elle didn't looked very much like the vampires among whose ranks she was classified. She wore a pair of jeans, untorn and not at all to her usual style, and a t-shirt over her favorite black tank top. Blue-green eyes gleaming, then dulling to a normal, nonsupernatural shade, they took in the red-haired girl standing at the telescope.
Moving in the fluid, quiet way that her kind managed with ease, Ellesa Morgana Pierce took the few steps that closed the distance between her and this girl. She was familiar...The name clicked into Elle's mind in a moment. Ashelle Rainier, the Gryffindor Prefect. It had been a desire of Elle's to be a prefect when she was older, but now...
Stuck at a fourth year, Elle thought glumly. The vampire sighed softly, and glanced out at the sky beyond the window. Studying for Astronomy. Elle had loved that class before...Stop being rude, her voice said. It's not nice to sneak up on people.
But it is fun, Elle thought. She blinked once, took a step back so not to appear so alarming. "Hello. You're Ashelle, right?"
Of course she was right. Elle was always right. The Gryffindor Prefect, didn't she play Quidditch? Elle couldn't help but feel a little jealous. This girl, Elle thought, has no idea what she's got. She better not screw it up.
Post by Professor O'Conner on May 29, 2009 11:19:07 GMT -5
Ashelle heard the voice -sounded younger than her by a long shot- but didn't look up. "Yes," she said carefully noting her a notebook that Pluto was about to go into retrograde - which of course had bearing on one -if not the other- assignment she had. "Please excuse me, I am up here with a pass doing homework. I don't mean to be rude, but do you have a pass as well?" She looked back thought the telescope and made a few more calculations.
"Likely as not you think I am being horribly rude, but trust me, if I don't see you breaking school rules I can't exactly report that I did." She smiled, thinking she was being extremely forgiving and literally 'looking the other way'. Little did she know the younger girl behind her was not exactly a student nor in how much danger she was truly in - despite being not only on school grounds, but within the castle itself.
The girl, Ashelle, didn't even look up, and her response was amusing. Elle stared at the tower ceiling for a moment, thinking how delightful this was. Most amusing. If she played it right, she could scare the hell out of this girl.
But that would be mean. And Elle, despite what others might think about her, wasn't a mean person. In general. She was just a newborn vampire with nothing better to do than bother the humans she missed being among.
"I wasn't aware I needed a pass. I thought only students needed passes," Elle said, taking the step forward so she was standing right alongside the girl with the telescope. Elle leaned over and looked at the notebook, where several notes and an odd sketch of the sky were made.
Likely as not, the girl would probably make a good guess on her own. Witches and Wizards were surprisingly good, and it wasn't as if it wasn't obvious what she was. Elle smiled for a beat, showing one elonganated canine.
Elle expected a good hex to come her way, and the vampire hadn't had much of a chance to test her new body. Now would be as excellent time as any. This, Elle thought, could turn out amusing.
"Pluto, huh? You've got him a degree to far to the west, prefect," Elle murmured, taking another glance at the notebook.
Post by Professor O'Conner on May 29, 2009 15:51:59 GMT -5
Ashelle was thrown by that one. Not a . . . she quickly looked up to see the elongated Canine lit by the moonlight. She promptly fell off her cushioned stool scrambled backwards as fast as she could. Hitting the opposite wall with her back, she grabbed her wand from it's leather hip holster, Jumped to her feet, pointed it at the fourth year vampire . . . and promptly forgot every spell that might have gotten her out of this mess. It was at this moment when he head was scrambling round for a spell -ANY spell- that he small vampires other words hit the Prefect.
Ashelle froze for a moment. Then clearing her throat, she lowered her wand slightly and took a deep breath. "That is a calculation of where Pluto will be in the next few moons. If you still find it to be wrong feel free to correct it. Ashelle looked around for her abandoned pencil but it had rolled off somewhere. Happily Ashelle's store of spells decided to return just then. "Lumos," she said and spotted the pencil at the top of the stairs it had stopped just in time. "My pencil seems to have rolled over there," she said indicating the step with the lighted wand. She waited for the reply before even daring to congratulate herself on both being the bravest she had ever been since the Fenrir Incident at MH and for behaving according to the Triad Ideal in the face of death.
It took Ashelle approximately two seconds to register what Elle had said, and the prefect spun on the vampire, drawing her wand as she moved. The pencil shot across the floor, past Elle towards the steps past the slightly opened door. Smiling faintly, Elle looked down the length of wood at Ashelle's startled, slightly scared face. The vampire glanced at the pencil behind her.
"I'm not here to harm you, Ashelle Rainier," Elle said coolly, taking a step back. Her eyes flashed crimson for a beat, and she turned her back on Ashelle, picking up the pencil off the ground. The vampire walked towards the notebook on the pedestal, and studied the sketch for a moment. With the pencil, she drew a faint line on the paper, just half a centimeter to the left of the current pluto sketch. Then, another star just up from that.
"That looks right...if my memories are correct," the vampire murmured. She looked back at Ashelle, eyes returned to their calm shade of blue-green. Stepping away from the pedestal, she brushed her bangs out of her face and glanced out the window at the stars beyond. Beautiful. Without looking away, the vampire set the pencil at the top of the notebook and walked back to her previous position.
Ashelle was amusing, slightly. If it had been any other vampire in the tower, Ashelle would probably be dead. But as it was, it was Elle who had taken the roaming into the tower.
Post by Professor O'Conner on May 30, 2009 9:44:50 GMT -5
Now Ashelle not only congratulated herself but thanked goddess as well. Who knew politeness and decorum would ever save my life? She thought wide eyed, for she truly believed it was her polite words -in spite of her frightened actions- that had really saved her from a grizzly death. "I am relieved to hear that," said Ashelle trying her hardest to be polite but not fake-ly sweet. "If you don't mind me asking, what has brought you to Ravenwood Tower tonight?"
Ashelle seriously wished to know what drew the girl vampire. The answer would be all important in Ashelle's half made decision to simply buy one of those celestial globes which showed the movements of the stars and planets from the comfort of your own dorm room. Half of her wished to wonder what Aunt Ashlee would say or do, but she dared not distract herself with that kind of wondering right now. At least with the wall at her back nothing could sneak up from behind. Still she needed all her wits to protect her front - what if another older Vampire had accompanied this one and DID wish her harm? Ashelle fraught the urge to squeeze her eyes close in fright at the thought.
Contrary to Ashelle's beliefs, if wasn't her acts or her polite words that kept Elle The girl didn't resume her place at the telescope, and after a moment of curious studying, Elle stepped back, looking over the starchart from a few feet away.
She spotted a few more mistakes but didn't say anything. It was her project, not Elle's. Let her figure it out. Then again...she had looked very desperate when Elle came in. Wasn't it around time for exams, or something?
That was one good thing. Elle had never had to take exams at Firefox, because she hadn't been around long enough for it. It had been her first year at the University. She hadn't even taken that many classes, the former-Slytherin hadn't wanted to clutter her schedule. Have time for more fun.
"Leo minor looks off. But I'm not sure. Maybe you should check it." It wasn't really a suggestion. It was more of a 'it's in your good interest to check it and fix it' statement. Ashelle's statement took her a little offguard.
"I used to be a student here. And I get bored," she said with a shrug. "I thought I'd look around campus. See what I'm...missing."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Jun 1, 2009 19:01:07 GMT -5
Ashelle suddenly felt sorry for the girl. To have magic ripped from you -along with life- at so tender an age . . . it must really have been awful those first few days. Come to think of it Ashelle couldn't imagine it ever being not awful. Magic was who she was, the very essence of her revolved around what she planned to do with her magic someday! She was thankful to the Wizarding World for calling her one of their own! Someday she would give back to them in kind, but for now she was still studying.
"I'll be sure to finish it and double check it sometime this week. I always make my diagrams in pencil so I can double check before inking them in," said Ashelle. Despite feeling sorry for her she was still quiet wary of the smaller being. "I don't mean to give you false hope or anything but if your so much more bored than you were as a Student maybe you might look for a cure? I would be glad to help you look in the library - in Firefox at least. Likely if there is a cure you'll have to cross the globe to find it."
Ashelle looked hopefully at the Vampire. Hopeful that her offer wouldn't be taken the wrong way as well as hopeful it would be taken at all. "My name is Ashelle, by the way," she added making a slight bow.
The girl looked sympathetic, and that stung Elle's pride. She didn't need sympathy, didn't want it. Not from a stranger, like this girl. Ashelle's eyes gave it all away. Wasn't the eyes that always betrayed? "I do not need pity," Elle said, trying not to growl.
Vampire feelings, Elle thought, trying to muffle them. Ashelle was just trying to help. Her words didn't bring the new vampire any hope. She doubted there was a cure, and if there was one, why hadn't Romulus found it yet?
I was asleep when it happened to me...I had my life robbed from me...
A wind that wasn't cold, at least not to Elle, rustled the cloak on her back. Romulus's words constantly haunted her, and she hated it. His voice, his face, she could see him everytime she shut her eyes, like someone had pasted a mini-portrait of him to the back of her eyelids.
"I do not think I'd be welcome in the library...And there aren't enough...escape points, for my liking," the vampire said, rather bluntly. She had kept her position, closer to the door than Ashelle. Elle had no intetion of killing this Gryffindor, and if the red-head changed her mind about Elle, tried to hex her, the vampire would go for the escape route. If that didn't work, there was always the window...
"My name is Ellesa Pierce, Elle, if you'd rather. I was a Slytherin here at the school. The serpent and the lion. History says they were enemies, isn't that correct? Rival Houses," she murmured, tilted her head slightly to one side.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jun 5, 2009 21:55:44 GMT -5
The world was his playground.
Days at Firefox were never dull to this certain Gryffindor Prefect, he seemed to find ways to make anything intriguing, life threatening or all of the above.
It was late in the night and, of course, well past curfew, but Felix was working on potion experiment… on the roof. He had climbed out of his dorm window and summoned some supplies up and started on an idea that he didn’t even expect to work more then confirming a theory.
As Felix set up his cauldron on the slanted shingles, he reviews the theory in his head. Gravity. Caused by the mass of the earth. The reason why we get gravity from the earth and not any random object is because the earth is the larges relative mass. So… in order to defy gravity scientifically you’d have to harness the pull of some other mass. Moon. BIG mass. The moon’s gravitational pull actually affects waves… bingo!
All Felix had to do was combine the right potion combination and, when detached from the physical connection of the earths pull (as in jumping) he would be pulled slightly toward the moon. Super jumping! This would only work on the very top of a very tall building when the moon was directly overhead in a perfect cycle, so it was in no way a practical way of jumping to extraordinary heights on a regular bases, but it was truly a means of late night entertainment and of scientific experiment.
After much boring stirring, stirring, simmering, stirring, stirring counterclockwise, more stirring and… yeah… more stirring the potion was finally finished and shimmering with an illuminant glow like the radian moon in the night sky. Grinning like a madman, Felix was tempted to laugh like a manic, but he decided it best NOT to draw attention to himself at this moment.
Decanting his potion into a flask (totally old fashion, but still practical) Felix cleaned up all his supplies and equipments and sent them back through his dorm window. The potion was finally set. About to drain the mixture, Felix thought for a split second that there was a possibility that he could implode from duel gravitational pulls and/or die from moon poisoning, but… he decided it was worth it. Of course, Felix chugged the whole thing.
Tasted… minty?
Feeling slightly weightless, clumsy and disorientated, Felix just smiled and lifted one foot. It kept rising. Letting out a short laugh, he stomped it back down on the ground and started to run across the roofs with silent footfalls as he near floated across the pitch-black shingles. It was genius! He felt like he was walking across the surface of the moon… not that he had ever been to the moon, but if he was he was sure it would fell like this did… maybe he should visit the moon one day…
Anyway, Felix felt like Peter Pan and almost wondered if he should try to jump off the edge and see if he really would float upward… perhaps another day with a broom in hand and not now, which would be pure suicide? He was ‘technically’ on duty. Who knows might be lurking on the rooftops that would need monitoring?
After about half an hour of bounding from tower to roof, from roof to other roof, and back to other tower, Felix was sorely tempted to crawl into an abandoned Ravenclaw dorm room and have some fun, but decided against it. He knew the password but ‘floating’ in the window would be so much more fun.
Soon, he heard voice. Voices that came from the Ravenwood Tower. Late night studying? Duel to the death? Another student trying to commit suicide? Miniature party? Whatever the case, Felix wanted to be there, not even thinking of the consequences. ‘Bounding’ over to the closest roof to the tower, Felix pulled out his want and ‘crawled’ up the wall like a spider with a balloon tied to it’s back, which was fairly easy seeing how he was near weightless at the moment. He popped over the side and his feet landed softly on the stone to see two girls in front of him.
…that must have been an odd sight…
“Hey Elle! Hey Ashelle! What’s up?”
One minor side effect of the ‘moonwalk’ potion was a relatively drugged feeling, but Felix generally felt like that normally anyway.
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Post by Professor O'Conner on Jun 15, 2009 14:52:00 GMT -5
Somehow Felix the school busybody jumped into the high tower window just then, asking how everyone was. Ashelle quickly made an effort to empty her mind of thoughts, as it was well know that Felix had indulged in and used his magic to enhance the Muggle art of Mind-reading. They said he could even do it without looking in someones eyes but Ashelle kept her eyes glued to the knees of both he and the young Slytherin Vamp anyway.
The danger she was in now seemed to have doubled. On one hand she might die if she angered the young Vampire anymore. On the other, her and her families secrets could be revealed by Felix if she dared think about them, even though -so far- the only ones that had been revealed to her were some of the other kids . . . NO! Must not think of it! she thought, and began to repeat a manta Miss Ashelle had taught her to calm her mind.
To be the best you can be, follow this rule of three: And it harm none, do what yee will, for any harm doth cause yee ill If you smile everyday, light and happiness will mark your way Remember this wherever you rome : the power of Love will lead you home.
"I'm fine," she said taking a moment to answer then went back to remembering the mantra. She didn't want to get the vampire girl into trouble. After all the girl had said she didn't mean Ashelle harm and the last thing she wanted was a Vampire to swear vengeance on her.
At that moment, she caught the scent, still with a faint trace of silver but mostly worn out. But she did recognize it. Elle's eyes gleamed, and she spun on her heel, locking eyes with the boy infront of the window. Felix. They'd met on the lake shore, after Felix had successfully silver....silverfied? his blood in order to make him 'vampire-proof'. He had been looking for a vampire, and Elle had found him.
The encounter had been amusing, although a little depressing for Elle. Felix knew what had happened to her. Then...Romulus had decided to play overprotetive sire and had shown up with the intent of tearing Felix apart. Only his silver potion had kept him alive. Elle knew Romulus's moods, for she had his memories in her head. He'd probably be ticked to know she was here.
Least to say, Ashelle didn't look thrilled to see Felix. She started humming something, breaking up her tune to say something. Maybe she didn't know she was humming. Elle fixed her eyes on Ashelle's face. She looked worried, too. Elle frowned, then spun back on Felix. The vampire came very close to springing at him, it was good to see someone who wasn't scared of her.
"Felix!" she said brightly. "I was helping Ashelle with her Astronomy..." Unaware of Felix's ability to read minds, she couldn't help but snicker mentally. Maybe scaring some people was entertaining, although a little tiring after awhile. "What are you doing up here?"
Elle glanced back at Ashelle again. Yep, she still looked pretty annoyed, and worried. She was still humming, but it was a tune the vampire didn't recognize. Ah, who cared? Now all she needed was Morgan to come up the stairwell, and she'd be happy. She missed the Ravenclaw prefect.
There were two living bodies, one possibly dying of silver poison, and the other a younger girl, on the top of the tower of Firefox. There was also a Vampire who still had the scent of the sun on her skin. Young, wild, possibly hungry but still with the human capacity for emotions. It was sad, really, that Sceleris had to even smell such a creature. It would be sad, that is, if Sceleris had any emotions.
It was rare that he ever hunted on the grounds of Firefox. Sceleris had come to appreciate the sewers of Triangle Tunnel, or the basements of Drakborough, as his home. Pickings this night were slim in the city, though, and there were living, breathing, pulsing creatures within his grasp only a short travel from Drakborough, where he had been staying the day.
Of course he wouldn't be able to enter the palace, with there being protection and all. The Tower, though, was wide open. To a Nosferatu as old as himself, bounding to the top of the tower would be as simple as taking a step for a human. Doing it silently would be just as simple.
"What an interesting character you are," the Nosferatu whispered into the ear of the young vampire. He stood behind her, one hand running through her blond hair. Still warm he thought. Of course, to the human eye he would have appeared to have teleported to the place he was standing. No human eye could move that fast.
The door to the stairwell had found itself locked and closed, also, in the time it took the Nosferatu to stand still on the tower. His face, hideously pale and stretched like long dead flesh pulled taut over a caricature of a skull, stood in sharp contrast to the wild black hair and bushy black eyebrows. His suit appeared much less disgusting, but equally as scary; it seemed to have come from a century long past. Perhaps France in the prime of Napolean's empire? His accent, though, was indiscriminate but European.
"You are so young," he spoke to the blond vampire again, "are you not hungry? Why, this girl smells perfectly edible? What stops you from taking her?"
His dark eyes flickered to the other girl on the tower. She was most certainly plump. The boy, though, was thin and smelled off. As if he wore too much jewelry, and perhaps he did. They were both magic users, of course, but that didn't scare Sceleris in the least. He had survived this long for good reason.
"Little girl," he spoke to the red-head with a voice of authority that would frighten a king, "why don't you offer yourself to me and mi niña vampiro? She would surely appreciate you."
He held the hand that was not caressing the hair of the blond out to the red-headed girl. He was beckoning her with his hand as well as his eyes.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jun 20, 2009 8:26:22 GMT -5
Thankfully the appearance of the 15-year-old wasn't too startling, for if one of the two girls had jumped in surprise and fell off the tower, Felix would never be able to forgive himself. Unless, of course, vampires couldn't die by falling from tall towers... Felix thought a second about the intriguing concept for a brief moment before realizing it was rude to theorize how to kill your friends while they were talking to you.
"Me? Up here? Uhh.... not really sure." Ashelle was muttering to herself and Felix was quite distracted by it. It was a... poem?
Awkward silence.
Out of absolutely nowhere something appeared directly behind Elle! Felix's first reaction was to pull out his wand, but then he realized it was a vampire and sighed, for Elle herself was a vampire. The mind of a vampire was always a black pit when Felix looked into it, but this one was filled with substance darkness of evil. Worse then any vampire he had ever meet. Mentally and physically it was more evil and grotesque then your average bloodsucker. This was a Nosferatu. Oh joy. Realizing that there were two humanoids still left on the tower top, one with a overdosage of silver in his blood, Felix thought it best to take out his wand just for effect. Monsters loved it when people feared them and 'tried' to be brave. Felix found no reason not to humor this Nosferatu.
So far the Nosferatu had avoided Felix completely and was now taunting Ashelle. He knew that they were extremely charismatic, Felix could only hope this one didn't have any mind controlling voice or anything. Felix's next statement was so cliche that he almost felt bored with this scene: Vampire making friends with humans, higher 'vampire' comes by and starts taunting the young vampires friends. One of the friends, boy most likely, then does something rash and brave... but how did the story always end?
"You hurt her and you will wish you ever crawled out of what ever miserable pit you came from Nosferatu!"
Wow... there really wasn't any thing else Felix could have said to make it more cliche, it was so classic it was almost funny, he even threw the 'Nosferatu' in there for added effect to act like he knew what he was talking about.
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